Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

They vanished like ghosts.

A long-lost chill ran down his spine... Uesugi swallowed.

Aside from a few student couples out for a walk, the only other people around were a family of three on vacation. The boy in the family was a bit too chubby and didn't seem like the source of the laughter at all.

A sudden, intense sense of dread washed over him—could the resurrected god have already begun to operate consciously in Tokyo?

For thousands of years, the Snake-Ghost Eight Families have collected all the ancient scrolls they could, but they still cannot depict the specific form of the gods, or even the specific state and appearance of the sacred remains... Uesugi Yue gasped as he thought about it, and took out a small cup to pour himself a drink to calm his nerves.

After the battle of the two kings took place on the icy sea where the execution took place... and after six eras of freezing, the White Emperor's power finally waned, so the Black Emperor sank the White Emperor and the Copper Pillar together into an underwater volcano. This is recorded in the ancient scrolls, demonstrating the White Emperor's extraordinary vitality.

Perhaps the way the gods evolved was completely different from what they expected, and perhaps Susanoo's possession was just one of many ways the White Emperor returned to the world.

Could that have just been the White Emperor returning to the world...?

Pressing his temples, Uesugi Kotsushi stopped his baseless wild thoughts.

The rain pattered down like scattered jade pieces, and a thin wall of mist rose outside the carriage.

"Did you hear that sound just now?" Uesugi Yue leaned out of the side panel. He was the real emperor and shouldn't doubt his hearing and intuition, but it was too strange that he and Angers had been sneaked up to the side so quietly.

There should have been only one person in the world who could have approached him silently, and that person was Hilbert Jean Angers, the leader of the Secret Service, who was now sitting next to him.

"Angers?" he asked, puzzled.

Logically speaking, Angers' time zero should make it easier for him to detect the surrounding movements; that Word of Power is like an unparalleled assassin to a hybrid.

"What time? I didn't hear you." Angers pushed the ramen bowl forward with a nonchalant expression. "Add another serving of char siu, please. I've already paid."

He ate ramen with composure and elegance, but he emptied the ramen bowl noticeably faster.

After adding the char siu to his plate, Uesugi Kotsushi fell into deep thought.

"An old friend of mine has come to Tokyo. I'll see if I can catch up with him. I hope he'll be willing to wait for me at some intersection." After finishing his meal, Angers stood up and straightened his suit, his gaze lingering for a moment on the silver-white cross hanging on Uesugi Koshi's head.

His farewell was somewhat complicated: "I've asked what I needed to ask, and you've answered what you needed to answer. I wish you continued happiness as a believer in Paris... if you truly believe that's happiness."

"I really hope I never see this again. I'll be closing up shop soon too." Uesugi wiped his hands, which were stained with pork bone soup, and the urge to escape the city grew stronger.

He doesn't have any other skills, so he'll have to continue selling ramen after he goes to Paris. Just imagine how pleasant it would be to stroll along the Parisian beach with his ramen cart.

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"Bride and groom, please maintain this pose."

In Shibuya, Tokyo, artists and photographers admired the young men and women in front of them from the sheltered pavilion.

Erii was quite nervous, and Lu Mingfei was also rather embarrassed.

"We're not husband and wife, we're...we're friends."

He had been saved by her many times before, so they should be considered friends. Sitting upright, Lu Mingfei forced a smile to explain for himself and Erii, his heart pounding like a war drum.

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

The setup for this dungeon is way too long, much longer than the Yan Kingdom map, and we haven't seen a single Deadpool or BOSS yet.

These past two days, it seems like the whole of Tokyo is trying to match him up with Erii. A taxi driver will come up and ask, "What a perfect couple! When are you getting married?" A hot pot restaurant owner will come over with tears in his eyes and say, "Seeing you reminds me of my wife and me back then, so your table is free."

Upon entering the temple, photographers and painters skilled in various styles surrounded them, eagerly volunteering their services with tears in their eyes, each one like Icarus who had set out upon seeing the sun... as if they would commit seppuku on the spot if they were not given the opportunity to paint or take photos.

The rule is supposed to be a carrot and a stick, but the carrot being given now is so sweet and cloying, it feels like it's being forced into my mouth. Has life finally had a change of heart after forcibly giving me the stick a hundred times before?

Lu Mingfei's vigilance remained unabated; on the contrary, he felt that the dungeon might play a big joke on him.

If life were a movie or TV series, his life would definitely be a brutal fighting movie. How could a fighting movie suddenly take a 180-degree turn and become a teen idol drama?

Lu Mingfei gently touched Erii, who was sitting next to him and seemed a little nervous because of the crowd. Erii had her hands folded on her knees, but when she saw Lu Mingfei's gesture, she reached out her left hand. The wind made her skirt and hair flutter, and her body trembled slightly.

She only calmed down completely after their fingers touched.

Lu Mingfei's intention was to comfort his monster friend. He had no experience in striking up conversations with girls, meaning he told him not to be afraid and that he would take him away to eat in a little while.

But when his fingertips touched him, his body stiffened for a moment, and Lu Mingfei felt the other's presence through the cold touch.

In this world, feeling someone means that they have left a trace in your world. They are no longer virtual or abstract, but a real friend who can make you happy or annoyed.

Lu Mingfei felt a sudden increase in pressure; he wasn't someone who was very good at taking care of others.

"Can you move now?" Erii quietly handed over a note, the two of them like classmates secretly passing notes in middle school.

"You can move whenever you want." Lu Mingfei passed over the note he had written beforehand, his fingers turning red.

He found that the girl next to him was like a little animal that was both wary and curious about the outside world, and needed to be comforted by repeated affirmations, so he prepared three of these notes in advance.

After handing over the note, Lu Mingfei turned his gaze to the group of people around him with unclear motives.

At this distance, he could instantly slit the throats of several artists in front of him before danger arrived and then draw his gun and fire... if the other party wanted to make a move.

"It doesn't matter if they're not husband and wife. These two are a perfect match, a golden couple, and they definitely won't stay just friends forever." A painter who had finished his painting smiled and turned it around with some trepidation, like an envoy from a small country who had to present tribute to a tyrannical ruler of a great power in ancient times.

Lu Mingfei stared in a daze. This painting should be titled "Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria and His Highness Empress Sisi".

In the painting, he is dressed in a military uniform resembling that of a German nobleman, while Erii is wearing a court dress. The background is St. Paul's Cathedral in London, and the two appear to be walking out of the cathedral after having just held a wedding and receiving the blessings of thousands of subjects.

The other artists and photographers, who were lavish in their praise, immediately smiled ingratiatingly, and a closer look revealed a degree of flattery in their smiles.

They were far more nervous than Erii and Lu Mingfei, and it wasn't an act.

On the one hand, although the "groom" was smiling in cooperation, the subtle warning glances he cast at them were quite frightening.

On the other hand, their boss was urging them on in a fit of rage.