Mr. Death in the Steam World

It was already past nine o'clock, but fortunately the public carriage station outside the park was still lit up.

Moen got on the bus, gave the address of the East District, leaned against the corner of the carriage, closed his eyes to rest, and mentally reviewed what he had gained from this magical trip.

"Fighting to sustain war" solved the ammunition problem, "Night of Venting and Slaughter" gave him the ability to fight stronger and stronger, and "Mirror World" was an unexpected bonus.

As a complete space, Wonderland has many functions; storing items is just a minor one.

He could easily come up with ideas for using it, such as cultivating valuable medicinal herbs or hiding in a fairyland when escaping for his life. It was a treasure trove waiting to be explored.

Although the six-hour cooldown is a bit long, if used properly, it is definitely a powerful tool for development and survival.

In addition, through his attempts, he was able to communicate with the Queen of Hearts, the White Rabbit, and the Cheshire Cat in Wonderland, without being limited by the 6-hour time limit.

With the help of these three people, he felt that the road ahead was smooth and that this trip was well worth it.

The carriage soon stopped in the East District, and Moen quickly found Tommy's old apartment building by following the route he had taken during the day.

"Mr. White Rabbit, do you remember this place?"

Moen conveyed the exterior of the apartment through his consciousness.

The white rabbit stared at the scene it perceived for a few seconds, then suddenly exclaimed "Oh!"

"Oh, I remember now."

"The Queen asked me to send an invitation to this family's child before, a little boy, what was his name again... Tommy?"

"Yes, the child's mental state is clearly off; he keeps saying he wants to go back to Wonderland. Do you have a way to undo the effects on him?"

Just as the white rabbit was about to speak, a lazy voice suddenly interrupted.

"No need. Since I've already put them back, I won't call them back."

"The Wonderland didn't have a deep effect on him to begin with. As long as I stop summoning him, the remaining magic will soon dissipate."

Moen nodded.

Although Tommy's matter had absolutely nothing to do with him, since he had taken the initiative to ask him about it, he still felt somewhat responsible.

Now that he knows there won't be any problems, he's relieved.

By the time he returned to the Marcus Detective Agency, it was already late at night.

He was about to sneak upstairs in the dark when he suddenly frowned.

The lights on the second floor were actually on.

He clearly told Clara to take care of her own dinner and get some rest before he left, so why isn't she asleep yet?

The door was ajar, and light shone through the crack. He gently pushed the door open.

A notebook lay open on the desk, the cap of the ink bottle next to it was not screwed on, and the quill pen had rolled to the corner of the desk.

Clara lay on the table, her small face resting on her arm, her long flaxen hair scattered on her workbook, her breathing even and long.

Moen stood in the doorway, his gaze shifting from Clara to the calendar hanging on the wall.

1837 6 Month 14 Day.

He suddenly realized—final exams were just around the corner!

He had graduated many years before he transmigrated, and he was no longer as sensitive to the arrival of summer vacation as before.

Clara had only recently entered the University of Kansas School through Professor Pip's connections, putting her at a significant disadvantage compared to the other students.

She's the kind of person who refuses to admit defeat, so she must be studying hard every day.

The notebook on the table was covered with writing, some parts were marked up and corrected repeatedly, and the paper was fuzzy from being erased.

In the corner lay a half-open arithmetic textbook, its pages folded at the corners and marked with several pencil marks.

Looking at the crooked yet carefully written characters, Moen felt a sudden surge of indescribable emotion.

If he were in this situation, he would probably have already started selling.

But this girl, sigh...

He walked over gently, bent down, and picked Clara up.

The little girl stirred in his arms, drowsily reaching out to hug his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

"elder brother……"

Her voice was muffled, sleepy, and nasal.

"Don't go... Clara misses you..."

Moen paused in his movements.

He stood between the desk and the bed, holding his small, thin sister in his arms, feeling her warm breath on his neck.

Since transmigrating to this world, he has been fighting desperately to survive every day.

Harvest rats, kill spider lilies, venture into the fairy realm, and battle the Queen of Hearts.

Even in the first few days after moving into the firm, he never truly relaxed.

But at this moment, listening to Clara's even breathing and feeling the warmth of her small arms encircling him, all those things that made him tense, anxious, and uneasy suddenly became unimportant.

He gently placed Clara on the bed, tucked her in, then took off his coat and lay down beside her.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery-white band of light on the ceiling.

Clara turned over in her sleep, her little hands groping to grab the hem of his clothes, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing.

Moen looked at the ceiling, listened to his sister's soft breathing, and slowly closed his eyes.

Before he traveled back in time, his parents died early, and he was used to being alone.

After transmigrating, although he had only known Clara for a short time, he had already grown accustomed to her obedience and understanding.

Does it really matter whether they are fake siblings or real siblings?

This was the first time since he came into this world that he had completely relaxed and let his mind and body sink into a dream.

......

The night was quiet, with only a few crows occasionally flying past the window, cawing twice, which only made the silence of the night more apparent.

In the moonlight, a book with a black cover suddenly appeared from nothingness and then opened on its own.

As the pages turned, the silhouette of a woman quietly appeared.

With her flowing black hair, she rose into the air and flew directly to Moen, gently stroking his cheek.

"Thank you, my agent, my master."

"Having replenished my spiritual energy, I finally regained the ability to briefly leave that book."

If Moen were conscious at this moment, he would understand that this woman was the source of the voice that had helped him many times in the notes.

"Meow?" (The cat asked in confusion)

Suddenly, a meow rang out, and a cat emerged from the pages of the book.

It has jet-black fur, yet it doesn't appear dangerous; instead, it's as mysterious and elegant as the night.

Unlike the woman who was a phantom, it landed directly on the ground and clearly had a physical form.

"Oh, Lucy, what brings you out here? It's not your turn to make your appearance yet."

"Meow!" (The cat retorted)

"Can......"

"Meow meow meow!!!" (The cat hisses)

The woman nodded helplessly, looking at the kitten with doting eyes.

"In that case, it's up to you. But you'd better hide well and don't let him discover your identity."

"Meow meow meow~" (The cat is confident)

The woman shook her head, chuckled slightly, and vanished into specks of light, returning to the book. The Death Note closed again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only a black cat, its cunning eyes gleaming, quietly leaped out of the window and disappeared without a trace.