Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

As he spoke, Masanobu Hojo's eyes reddened, and he tilted his head back and downed another can of beer.

This scene was too much for Nishi Joichiro to bear: "Damn it, you drank all the sake, what am I supposed to drink?!"

"Order again." Sakuragaoka Sei licked his chopsticks and beckoned the waiter over: "Bring some more alcohol, not beer, but baijiu."

"White? You can drink it?" Nishijo Ichiro looked at Sakuragaoka Sei with great surprise.

With her hair tied back and ponytail loosened, Sakuraka Sei's charm instantly soared. She picked up the beer Zhao Chen had drunk from, downed it all in one gulp, and said, "Just kidding, I used to be a nightclub girl, you know!"

"You! How could you drink the wine that Lord Yuzuru drank from! That's so, so unhygienic!"

Unable to tolerate Sakuraoka Sei's bold and unrestrained behavior, Kishimoto Megumi let out a mournful cry like a defeated dog.

However, Sakura Sacred Bird ignored her. Sakura Sacred Bird, who wanted to eat meat after drinking, reached out and grabbed Zhao Chen's chopsticks. With a lowered head, she ate the meat that Zhao Chen had picked up with his chopsticks.

Seeing Sakuraoka Sei's arrogance, Kishimoto Megumi decided to go all out.

She hastily picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks and shoved it directly at Zhao Chen's mouth, saying, "Lord Yuzuru, please don't be shy!"

"Hey, don't waste food, look, it's all on the table."

Seeing that the meat had fallen onto the table, Zhao Chen felt it was a pity, so he used his chopsticks to pick up all the meat from the table and put it in his mouth.

Little did they know that this move would further provoke Kishimoto Megumi, whose eyes turned red!

"Lord Yuzuru, your chopsticks just now..."

"Huh? What's wrong with my chopsticks?"

"She bit me!"

Kishimoto Megumi, who looked so wronged she was about to cry, pouted so high that Zhao Chen couldn't help but laugh.

As the drinks and dishes had been served and the atmosphere among everyone had become more intimate, the door of the barbecue restaurant was suddenly pushed open by a group of panicked pedestrians!

"Murder!! Murder!!"

"Killers are shooting people outside!!"

"Everyone, hide!!"

"Go inside! Go to the second floor!!"

"Yes, the second floor is safer, let's go up to the second floor quickly!"

Chapter 289 Is this the start of a superpower-based storyline?

School life continued as usual, with the same routine of going to class and leaving get out of class.

Every day was both dull and boring.

Back home, Izumi Shion threw down her schoolbag, tossed herself onto the bed, and didn't want to move. "So boring..."

Looking at the snow-white walls, Izumi Shion got up after lying on the bed for more than ten minutes.

He pulled out a chair, sat down in front of the computer, skillfully turned on the computer tower, waited for it to boot up, and finally opened a webpage.

After typing the website domain name she'd typed countless times into the address bar, Izumi Shion pressed Enter, then stared blankly at the blank page that popped up. "So, this website has been taken down."

They lost the last bit of interest in life, or rather, they lost the joy of ordinary life.

Izumi Shion felt despair, a deep despair!

He hated this mundane and boring life. He felt like a warrior, someone who belonged on the battlefield, not in a dreadful place like school. "Black ball... GANTZ... if the fragments of my memory are real." "I want to go, I want to... I want to go back to that place!"

Leaning back weakly, Izumi Shion slumped in her wheelchair, pressing all her upper body weight against the back of the chair.

Izumi Shion held this position for a while, but finally fell to the ground with a thud, overturning the chair.

Lying on the floor as if dead, Izumi Shion groggily opened her eyes and saw something glowing under her bed. "Is that... an alarm clock?"

Curious, Izumi Shion crawled under the bed and retrieved the glowing object.

He crawled out from under the bed, got up and walked to the window, and with the help of the twilight light, he could see clearly what was in his hand.

A ball, a smooth black ball!

It's about 20-30 centimeters in size, very light, and feels like plastic when you hold it.

Looking at the black ball in her hand that resembled a bouncy toy, Izumi Shion felt a surge of emotion for some reason.

"This might be GANTZ's invitation to me!" "Yes! That's right!" "Absolutely!"

"This black ball is GANTZ's invitation!"

In her obsession with proving GANTZ's existence and even returning to that dangerous world, Izumi Shion clutched the black sphere in her hand as if it were a priceless treasure.

Sitting on the bed, Izumi Shion kept playing with the black ball, trying to discover some secret within it.

Unfortunately, three or four days passed, and the black ball remained completely still.

Izumi Shion was not discouraged, but waited patiently.

Finally, today, the black ball made a move!

'Think of all the people coming into the room, and try to bring as many as possible over.' 'Sure enough, I was right!'

"GANTZ answered me! I can go there now!"

On the school rooftop, Izumi Shion held the black ball, her whole body trembling with excitement!

He had never felt this way before: nervous, fearful, excited, with adrenaline surging.

Izumi Shion, seemingly brimming with power, slammed her fist into the barbed wire fence on the rooftop.

"It's decided! This weekend, I'm going back to that room! I'll choose Shinjuku as the location."

Just a few days before Izumi Shion made up her mind.

In a private school, in one classroom, everyone is waiting for the teacher to come and start the lesson.

Before that, there was a vase with a bunch of flowers on a desk at the back of the classroom.

Hiroto Sakurai is the student sitting in this seat.

In island schools, placing flowers on desks is a way of paying respects.

Sakurai Hiroto didn't die, but flowers were placed on his desk—undoubtedly a case of school bullying. "Class is starting!"

The homeroom teacher opened the door and walked in. He first noticed the flowers on Sakurai Hiroto's desk, then pretended not to see them, and began to take attendance by flipping through the roster.

Bullying from classmates and indifference from teachers made Hiroto Sakurai a pitiful figure in everyone's eyes. Terrified, he no longer dared to come to school and could only hide at home... choosing suicide.

On the bedroom doorknob, a leather belt was tightly wrapped around Hiroto Sakurai's neck.

He squatted on the ground, leaning against the door frame, panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, constantly telling himself that he had to die, he absolutely had to die! Otherwise, he would be letting everyone down... The computer screen that was currently open displayed a forum website.

In this forum filled with negative emotions, netizens left comments on Hiroto Sakurai's suicide post.

Instead of trying to dissuade Hiroto Sakurai, they kept making sarcastic remarks and leaving cruel comments telling him he must die and succeed in committing suicide.

Hiroto Sakurai, who was already unable to withstand the pressure, chose to commit suicide today under the malicious torment of such massive cyberbullying.

His mother had already gone to work, leaving only Hiroto Sakurai at home.

Feeling certain he could successfully commit suicide, Hiroto Sakurai slowly began to kick his legs...

But in the instant he felt suffocated, Hiroto Sakurai succumbed to the fear of death.

He quickly unbuckled his belt, lay down on the ground, covered his neck, and gasped for fresh air.

"Ugh!"

Hiroto Sakurai, who vomited due to an overreaction, collapsed to the ground after vomiting for a while.

He wept silently, sobbing uncontrollably...

Finally, Hiroto Sakurai fell into a deep sleep.

Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~ Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang, waking Hiroto Sakurai.

"Come on... come on!"

He scrambled to his feet, still feeling a bit dizzy. When he saw the belt on the doorknob and the puddle of his own vomit on the floor, he immediately realized what he had done.

Nervous and scared, he quickly started packing.

Hide the belt, wipe away the vomit, and open the windows for ventilation.

After doing all this, Hiroto Sakurai went downstairs to open the door.

Upon opening the door, Hiroto Sakurai saw the man.

A man with long hair past his ears, a black mole next to his nose on his right cheek, and wearing sunglasses.

"Hello, Hiroto Sakurai, my name is Sakata, you can call me Mr. Sakata."

"...Oh, hello Mr. Sakata, may I ask what brings you here? Are you looking for my father or my mother?"

"No, I'm not looking for your parents, I'm looking for you! I'm here to help you."

They invited him into the house. In the living room, Hiroto Sakurai sat on the sofa, facing Sakata, staring at each other.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat awkward due to their silence.