Chapter 149
Kaguya looked up, giving her a 'you're kidding me' look; she couldn't bring herself to talk about what was going on at home.
Although they are called siblings, there is no affection between them. A proper family member would only use her to death, not to mention that she had just participated in the attack on 'Day,' and how should that loss be compensated?
"It seems every family has its own troubles." Yuki already knew what kind of strange family that was; the idea of an older brother taking his younger sister to fly was impossible.
If you can only be cannon fodder, then you can't even be cannon fodder, because your existence is more of a threat than a useful asset.
Kaguya took a while to come to her senses, and hesitantly asked, "Are you and Hiru enemies?"
"Otherwise, your player status should be worth a Transcendental Grade -grade item, right?"
Only at the Transcendental Grade level? That's true, I really don't have the ability to resist.
Kaguya gave a bitter smile, then asked curiously, "Why are you making enemies with them? With your strength, you could have received very generous treatment."
Because they make the best use of their resources, the Shinomiya Clan still values talent highly.
"It's a long story, but it's basically about an irreconcilable conflict with them."
This answer made Kaguya even more curious, and she made many guesses in a short time. Then, she blinked again, and the man appeared in front of her like a ghost.
"W-What are you going to do?" Kaguya took a half step back, just about to raise her gun, when she saw something being thrown at her. She instinctively caught it; it was a motorcycle helmet.
Yuki got on the motorcycle and beckoned to Kaguya, "Get on."
"Who are you taking me to see?" The girl suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, and then her head was gently tapped.
"Idiot, you're being watched! Run!"
That's impossible; I set up many fake targets.
Kaguya didn't believe it, but seeing Yuki's eyes, she subconsciously got back on the motorcycle.
She had seen that look in someone's eyes many times when they were 'The Bystander Is Blind,' and she had never been wrong about it.
A few kilometers away, the Red Lips Restaurant.
The rooftop of this luxurious restaurant has been completely booked out, with round tables laden with drinks and delicacies, and vinyl records filling the room with melodious symphonic music.
Shinomiya Hongzheng, dressed in a sharp gray suit, leaned comfortably against the sofa, his eyes slightly narrowed, his fingers swaying gently to the music, as if conducting a grand concert.
He occasionally opened his mouth to savor the wine the girl beside him offered with her lips, but he was actually listening intently to the communicator on the table.
"The first group has arrived at the designated location and confirmed it was a decoy."
"Second search completed, target not found."
"The third group has spotted a suspected target. The other party seems to be on alert and is tracking them. Initial assessment indicates there are two people."
A sense of strategic mastery welled up within me, and the wine in my mouth seemed to become even more refreshing.
Hongzheng really liked this feeling. Although there weren't many people, each group could be deployed to deal with an army. Getting players to obey orders required a huge price, and even made the Shinomiya Group teeter on the brink of collapse.
But it's worth it; the resources spent can be returned double to the family. Using Transcendental Grade power on those rats seems a bit wasteful.
'Once Big Brother surpasses his Limit, it'll be my turn to take charge of Daylight. At that time, we must continue to expand the scale and recruit more powerful players.'
Hongzheng recklessly planning for the future, paying no attention to the tasks at hand. His 'dear' sister has already exposed her identity when she set up the fake target, and in the real Hong, there is no way to escape.
Let's see how strong Kaguya is first. We siblings know each other too well. If she's too weak, there's no need to waste time and effort training her. Her identity, however, has many uses.
For example, giving such a precious gift to that crazy person should bring the two of them closer together.
As he was pondering, footsteps approached from afar, and an Attendant came to his side, whispering a report in Hongzheng's ear, causing the young man to sit up straight instantly.
"Hmm? Kaguya returned to the mansion ten minutes ago?"
Having thought so much just now, it feels like a boomerang coming back to haunt me, so I looked at the electronic map with some suspicion.
Wasn't it supposed to be a fake target? Then who are we chasing?
"Are you sure it's her?"
"The bodyguard checked; his movements, habits, and tone were all normal. There's no mistake." The Attendant paused for a moment, then added, "Miss Kaguya said she went to the school. We have video footage and eyewitness testimony."
That's strange. Could it be that the scope defined by the 'prophet' is wrong?
That's true. Even at LV4, the accuracy of prophetic traits won't exceed 60%, though errors are possible.
Hongzheng's plan was simple and brutal: he relaxed the surveillance at the mansion, luring Kaguya out with confidence, then used prophecy to determine the approximate area where she would appear, and finally sent people to wait for her.
' Shuchiin is far from Shinjuku; unless she can teleport or possesses some kind of intuition to detect my plan.'
The chances are even lower. Kaguya Shinomiya's abnormal condition only lasts for one or two weeks; even a rocket-level upgrade wouldn't be that fast.
"So we encountered other players; no wonder there were two of us."
"Should we report to Lord Yellow Light?"
"Your brother's affairs are more important, don't bother him." Hongzheng was very annoyed. He couldn't even do such a simple task, it was inevitable that he would be scolded.
A child born to a mistress, who used to be content with playing house, is no longer worthy of much time in the current situation. Yet, he doesn't want to personally test Kaguya; that would be too beneath him.
"Keep an eye on the mansion. Let's slightly change our plan and find these two suspected targets. Even if they are players, it won't be a waste of half a day," Hongzheng said unwillingly, thinking that getting two kills wouldn't be a waste of time.
"You mean the connection to the prophecy? These two people might be related to Miss Kaguya?" The Attendant looked ashamed.
Huh? Is that even a saying?
Hongzheng was stunned for a moment before he remembered that prophetic skills seemed to have this characteristic; even if they were inaccurate, there would still be a connection.
"Yes, yes, she may have already been in contact with other players, and the prophecy only covered her teammates. After realizing we were on guard, she gave up on contacting them."
He became more and more enthusiastic as he fabricated the story, as if he had truly discovered a huge conspiracy that could dismantle 'Day,' and he longed for his brother's praise.
The Attendant looked disdainful. He had just said it casually, Shinomiya Hongzheng actually believed it. But it didn't matter. When he was delivering takeout, he didn't even have the chance to flatter anyone.
"Then I'll contact the prophets and continue to define their approximate area."
As the Attendant was speaking, he suddenly felt the light dimming. He instinctively looked up and saw a dark, huge bald head staring at him, grinning.
"Adam?!"
"It's me. Hey, who are you again? I suddenly forgot." The bald man tilted his head, seemingly unable to see that the other person had jumped several meters away in fear, and the beautiful woman serving him had also screamed and left.
Shinomiya Hongzheng sat upright, but her fingers trembled slightly, and her eyes reflected a huge human figure.
In reality, the dark-skinned man was over two meters tall, bald, with no eyebrows, and several gold earrings, yet he had absolutely no rapping feel.
His white vest was about to burst from his muscles; when he opened his mouth, it was full of sharp, needle-like teeth, and his legs and hands were all prosthetics, making him look like a disabled person.
Adam, Class A member.
But Hongzheng never dared to treat the other party as his subordinate. This madman would do anything for power and belonged to the most extreme type of player.
Uncontrollable, but thankfully I'm not interested in anything other than getting stronger, and whether in reality or in a dungeon, Zhou can provide the most complete training facilities.
"You... how did you get here?"
"Waiting over there with Yellow Light is such a hassle." Adam walked over, his massive body landing silently, even his prosthetic limbs were controlled with meticulous precision.
He gave a slightly naive smile, though it was a smile that made people uneasy, "So I came here to see if I could be of any help."
"How can my childish plan possibly help? You're not planning to strangle Kaguya with your Yoruichi, are you?"
Who is Kaguya? Is she very strong?
"Uh, she's my sister, she probably isn't very strong."
"That's no fun. The weak are less than air to me." Adam stretched out his neck, sniffing around like a mouse in a barn, and muttered to himself, "That's right, you smell like a strong person."
What powerful figure? You're not talking about me, are you?
Hongzheng also had Transcendental Grade level of evaluation, but he knew that he was nothing in the eyes of this monster, so he didn't want to humiliate himself.
"Actually, I'm tracking two players."
"That's them!" Adam interrupted excitedly, clapping his massive fist. "Where are they? I have a feeling I'll encounter a powerful opponent who can temper me."
What kind of bullshit premonition is this? You're just here to cause trouble, aren't you?
Hongzheng impatient, but could only awkwardly smile and say, "I'm still chasing after them. Would you like to wait here for a moment?"
"Wait my ass! You guys are all so slow. I'll go find it myself." With that, the Giant Adam turned and left, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
They appear suddenly and leave just as suddenly, exuding an air of self-will, but only then do the Attendant dare to approach.
"Can Adam be found? Isn't he famous for getting lost?"
There's a joke inside the game: Adam would definitely get lost in reality, because he can't always walk in a straight line like in the game.
"Who can control him?" Hongzheng smiled bitterly, but then realized something was wrong.
Even if Kaguya were a player, she couldn't possibly be too strong, let alone have access to powerful individuals that Adam would find interesting. Could it be that I really made the wrong choice in pursuing her?
Despite his doubts, he had no choice but to continue.
Even doing something wrong is better than doing nothing.
Chapter 8 Ice Sculpture? A Silly Sculpture! (5K)
Are these people crazy? 'Kaguya Shinomiya' has already gone home, yet they still relentlessly chase after her.
Yuki rode his motorcycle through the busy streets, intending to create an alibi for Kaguya, but unexpectedly, those people stuck to him.
The black-haired girl hugged his waist, remaining silent the whole way, as if reflecting on her own naiveté.
Just as he said, I had been secretly watched all along.
She sighed inwardly, knowing she was in trouble. But lacking crucial information, and not knowing what 'Day' was, she couldn't possibly send out several groups of players to track it.
"I've been caught off guard by your intentions, and I've already been exposed." Kaguya's tone was somewhat dejected.
"Don't give up so soon, things aren't certain yet." Yuki's words were loaded with meaning; he had already considered this possibility.
"I still don't understand why they went to such lengths to track me down. They changed clothes three times along the way, eliminating all traces."
"The skills in the Reincarnation Game are incredibly diverse. You might even encounter Prophet who has predetermined the approximate area."
Kaguya fell silent, realizing she was still too naive. Who could have foreseen this? It was way beyond the realm of intelligence.
"I'm sorry, I've gotten you into trouble," the girl said softly.
"What did you say?"
"I haven't said anything yet; I'm thinking about what to do."
Well, he's not exactly a straightforward person either.
Yuki actually heard it and thought that at least she had some conscience, but Kaguya didn't need to apologize.
Putting aside Hayasaka Ai, he and Hiru had long been sworn enemies, and Yuki never felt any 'apology' towards his enemies.
Because the girl behind him was too flat-chested and had a cold demeanor, being held by her wouldn't interfere with his thoughts. Yuki glanced at the motorcycle following far behind and twisted the throttle.
"Hold on tight."
Ugh--
With a roar of its engine, Yuki turned into a side alley, and the surroundings immediately fell silent, with not a soul in sight.
This is a good spot; if no one sees it, there's no need for game fixes.
Kaguya held her breath, knowing the man was about to make his move, and was also curious about what the random mission would look like.
Yuki didn't plan to enter the random mission; he had other things to do in Tokyo, and teleporting back to Izu would waste too much time.
"You drive, but go slowly."
Yuki left the car after saying that, and Kaguya didn't care about anything else. She just followed orders. After going through the whole dungeon, she was no stranger to it.
The alley was straight, littered with trash, so you couldn't drive fast. The sound of engines reached your ears, and two motorcycles followed, accelerating continuously.
The pursuer was clearly more skilled, quickly closing the distance to within ten meters. He floored the accelerator, ready to intercept, while his Transcendental Grade abilities were also poised to be unleashed.
When Transcendental Grade abilities collide, random missions will be triggered. Once you're dragged into a dungeon, there's plenty of time to interrogate them at your leisure.
Very professional.
Yuki crouched on a billboard, completely hidden in the shadows, watching two motorcycles approach from afar, a slight grin spreading across his face.
Transcendental Grade powers will unlock random missions; in other words, as long as there's no collision, it's fine.
He moved the instant the motorcycle swept past his feet.