'I didn't notice what happened to those three charred corpses when I came out.'

Vincent, who had also witnessed everything, narrowed his eyes slightly.

'It's not surprising there's a march at this time, but the march route is always the same. Why did it suddenly change course and pass by the Empire State Building today? Is someone directing something behind this?'

Without exchanging many words, the two, each with their own thoughts, walked down the steps and began to maintain order.

At that very moment, above Pattaya, the cold front and water vapor finally met, and water droplets condensed into ice crystals that fell to earth.

As the first touch of white landed on Mizeston's raised left sleeve, the swirling snowflakes were already preparing to transform into a continuous flurry of snowflakes, quietly falling into the sleeping city of Pati under the dim sky.

"It's snowing!" "It's snowing..."

"Go home, go home..."

A chorus of voices rose and fell from the crowd, and under the direction of Mitchell and Vincent, the marchers began to return home in an orderly fashion.

But in this quietly falling snowy night, three innocent citizens will never be able to go home again.

In the vast Pati region, will anyone be waiting for them to come home?

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Petty-Mindedness × Treatment to Begin Immediately

Pati City, Longing Street.

"Pfft, ptooey..."

"Kuroro from the Ox Demon's Clow Recurve, is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of this...?"

On the dark street, a manhole cover was suddenly knocked off, and a disheveled Dia emerged, cursing.

Kuroro is too petty. All he wanted was for him to enter eternal slumber, but he went so far as to blow up the swamp gas pit.

What's even more frustrating is that those biogas digesters buried under the sewers were one after another, and as a result, they exploded in a string, just like firecrackers exploding in a toilet during the New Year.

Fortunately, the sewers had poor air circulation, so the explosion stopped after a short time. Dia managed to escape thanks to her two-second time-stop sprint and the powerful defensive abilities of her Ripple Aura and Nen.

In the end, he looked a little disheveled, but that was all...

On the other hand, Kuroro is in a terrible situation.

In the deep underground river, a wounded figure floats silently on the surface, facing upwards.

In what should have been a completely dark underground river, some strange, luminous moss made it possible to make out the surroundings.

Kuroro calmly looked at the rock formations above him, where specks of glowing moss dotted the dark environment like stars in the sky.

He was almost completely powerless and could only drift along quietly to recover his strength.

Because he needed to control the rats, he could only turn to the "Snowman Syndrome" page of "The Thief's Ultimate" before the explosion occurred.

At the moment of the explosion, he quickly activated [Teleportation] and decisively launched a large-scale random teleportation.

However, he was briefly hit by the shockwave of the explosion.

After repeated battles and teleporting others, coupled with various wounds and the aftereffects of membranes and bubbles, his physical strength and Nen were finally exhausted when he teleported to this underground river.

But at least he survived.

'That pursuer was at the epicenter of the explosion; his situation must be worse than mine…'

With that thought in mind, he let the underground river carry him deeper into the cave.

'Really not...'

At this moment, Diya stood quietly in the cold wind, a thin layer of fine snow already accumulated on her head.

The ripples beneath his feet were constantly transforming into radar, scanning the chaotic sewer system.

But as expected, Kuroro's body could not be found.

"Ugh-"

(Dia—)

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the end of the street.

Just then, Qiduo's green figure appeared and rushed towards him.

Watching Qiduo call his name in a drawn-out tone, Dia suddenly felt like his mother was calling him home for dinner.

Although he has lived three lifetimes, he still couldn't gather enough parents.

Despite the slightly strange sense of déjà vu, Diya quickly went to greet her and asked:

"Teacher Qiduo, what brings you here? How did you know I was here?"

"Ugh."

(I was worried about you, so I followed your spirit beast to find you.)

As she spoke, Qiduo flicked her hair with her hand, and the white mist that had turned back into white drifted out from her long green hair.

This slow-flying beast, unable to keep up with Dia's running speed, was left behind at the Empire State Building, where it unexpectedly played a useful role.

As she spoke, a flash of light appeared above Qiduo's head, and the [Shadowless Lamp] instantly illuminated Diya's entire body.

After confirming that Dia herself had not suffered any external or internal injuries, Qiduo breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it was she who told Dia to chase after the enemy without hesitation. If Dia really got into trouble because of this, then she would really be to blame.

Qiduo found a perfectly reasonable excuse for her earlier impatience, and then she felt at ease asking what had happened outside and what the loud noise was.

Dia briefly recounted what had happened since he ran out of the hall, especially emphasizing the fungus that could control others.

If Kuroro hadn't died, this cold-loving, heat-averse fungus would probably have been greatly enhanced in the current cold weather.

"Woo-ah woo-ah".

(Understood. I will send someone to contact the association's virus hunters and try to develop a targeted resistance drug by tomorrow night.)

Upon hearing this, Diya didn't dwell on why he could understand such a long string of words from just two extra words Qi had said. Instead, he frowned and asked:

"Isn't the first surgery tomorrow? Is there enough time?"

Upon hearing this, Qiduo pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned around and led Diya back.

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The Empire State Building at this time.

Vincent, who had already dispersed the crowd, stood before Qiduo, listening quietly to her words:

"Ugh."

"She said we need to start the surgery ahead of schedule and complete the surgery scheduled for tomorrow tonight."

Dia translated calmly.

Upon hearing this, Vincent pondered for a moment, thinking:

"I insisted on starting the surgery tomorrow because I wanted to see if those idiot thieves could steal the gem today."

'But since we've already failed, it doesn't matter when we start again.'

So he didn't cause any further trouble and calmly replied:

"Since Miss Qiduo insists on this, I have no reason to refuse. I will trouble you then."

As he spoke, he gave a slight bow.

Before the mission began, he asked Qiduo if the surgery could start earlier. Unexpectedly, after only a short time, the situation changed, and Qiduo requested that the surgery start earlier.

Seeing this, Qi Duo replied calmly:

"Ugh."

She said there was no need for formalities; it was her duty.

"This is what the top translator, Diya, translated again."

Meanwhile, Mitchellston had been stunned for a while.

He watched Qiduo and Dia singing in unison, completely baffled.

What Qiduo just said were clearly the same two words, even the tone was the same!

Diya actually understood?

No, no, this isn't about whether you can understand it or not; this is mind reading!

At this point, Dia and Qiduo, who had already prepared for the surgery, did not notice anything unusual about Mizeston.

The two watched quietly as Vincent made a phone call, then stood at the door, waiting for the First Military Hospital's shuttle to pick them up.

Keido silently activated [Dr. Yorkshire], and a white, semi-transparent box suddenly appeared in front of her.

This is the final piece of her four-piece ability set—[Petroleum Dish].

The ability works simply by placing tissue cells from a person who needs an organ transplant into a petri dish, and then, according to the ability user's wishes, cultivating organs and tissues that have no rejection reaction whatsoever.

Inside that semi-transparent box, there was a lung that was pulsating slightly!

Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Treatment Plan Only She Could Formulate × [The Flawless Sage]

Plans often fail to keep up with changes.

Sitting in the car, Dia glanced sideways at the culture chamber that Qiduo was carrying.

The lungs inside are beating vigorously.

'It's probably even healthier than the one that was originally on that patient...'

Looking away, Dia thought with a touch of humor:

"A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise."

As if knowing that the readers had forgotten the patient's information and the details of the surgery, Dia silently recalled the details that Qiduo had given her the night before.

The patient's name is Iso, and she is 69 years old.

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