Don't force me to use my right fist.

Feeling clear-headed like never before, Sōyū didn't even turn his head. He waved to the girl behind him and decisively placed a row of stones to separate himself from her.

If he turns around and sees her again, all he'll have in his backpack is this bucket of milk.

"We may meet again someday, but this is our last farewell. Farewell."

Ignoring Tomie, who was stunned on the bed by his actions, Saya didn't even turn his head and directly broke open the floorboards beneath his feet, digging deeper into the ground.

He refused to believe that this dilapidated building couldn't be dug to the bottom!

Chapter 5 was quite scary.

Whether or not they can dig up the truth is unclear to Zuo You.

But at least now he knows that the building has at least three floors.

The roaring voice of Takizawa Laura coming from below proved his deduction.

They haven't even dug through yet, but they can already hear each other's voices through the alloy wall, which is enough to prove how high they're going.

Speaking of which, Qingjiu once said that this research institute was housing a vampire who liked to kill people and drive a road roller.

I didn't pay much attention at the time, but now that I think about it, since Tomie has already barged in, I don't need to guess who the guy on the lower level is.

Reflecting on how truly bizarre this world is, Sawa stopped waving his manuscript.

To avoid unnecessary conflicts, let's change direction.

"You're watching me, aren't you!"

Before Zuoyou could change direction and run away, a very magnetic male voice came from the room below him.

"Now that you're already here, why are you avoiding me? Are you afraid of something?"

As if he could see right through the wall, that magnetic voice pressed on.

To be honest...

Sōyū was indeed somewhat afraid.

Unlike Tomie's strange abilities, which are not inherently dangerous, the guy in this room is not so safe.

According to the original story, putting everything else aside, the unpredictable substitution technique alone is definitely not something Saya wants to face right now.

Whether the diamond armor set could withstand it is another matter, let alone being carried around and run over by a road roller.

And most importantly, the other party has no moral bottom line. He will do anything he wants, no matter how despicable the means.

That makes it hard to guarantee that the other person won't be interested in his pumpkin-flavored bread.

At least Sawa doesn't want to gamble.

Therefore, he chose to ignore the voices below. The most important thing right now was to escape as soon as possible.

"Wow, they really don't dare to come over?"

"You chose to run away instead of facing me? I thought someone as weird as you would be like a fly that smells a rotten duck egg that has been soaking in a septic tank for days and can't resist coming closer out of curiosity."

Sawa didn't want to get into trouble over such a few words of provocation, so he put the other person's strange analogy out of his mind.

He's not some delinquent high school student with an invincible face; there's no need for him to fight to the death with this kind of vampire.

"..."

"Forget it, I have a feeling we'll meet again sooner or later anyway, so let's just settle this score next time."

The man, who had not received a response from Saya, finally stopped, his rather displeased tone as if he had lost an interesting toy.

I was thinking that since there was some weirdo who could escape from this place, I was hoping to take him in as a follower.

I never expected this guy to be so ungrateful. He's such a coward, and he doesn't know any better.

Below, separated from Sōyū by only a wall, a head submerged in a strange potion shook its head.

His short, blond hair spread out in the medicinal water, and his chiseled, handsome face was full of disdain. On the sign of the container where his head was soaking, his identity was clearly stated.

—Brando Dior

Unlike Saya's room, this room seemed to have been tidied up, with posters of various road rollers hanging on the walls.

There was even a television directly facing the container, constantly playing various movies on a loop.

It's a pity that Sawa won't be able to see it, otherwise he might have made a few more comments.

"Here's a suggestion: your direction is where the cafeteria is. If you really want to leave, go in the opposite direction."

Just as Saya was about to leave the vicinity of this room, the vampire's voice, with a strange magnetic quality, rang out again from below.

This time, however, it wasn't a continuation of mocking Sayu; instead, it pointed him in the direction to leave.

Zuoyou stopped moving; he clearly couldn't figure out what this guy was up to.

Perhaps this place shouldn't be called an research institute; a research center for abnormal neurological disorders would be more appropriate? After all, none of the students here have normal brain circuits.

This includes Saya himself.

"Don't doubt me, it's just a small favor I asked you to do for me."

A somewhat warm smile appeared on the head submerged in the container; if Saya saw this, he would definitely question his existence.

After all, in his memory, this guy was someone who would never show such an expression.

However, this time, Sōyū did not continue to ignore what he said and choose to dig in this direction. He could wait until he finished explaining his request before leaving, as he still had some time.

"Hmph, don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you with the favor I asked you to do. You just need to pass on a message for me."

The man, now only a head, wore a confident smile, as if he wasn't worried at all that Saya would refuse.

"When someone comes to bring you back later, please tell her for me that she should come and visit me often when she has time. This shouldn't be a particularly difficult condition for you, right?"

Having stated his request directly, the head, which had been submerged in the medicinal solution, raised its eyes and looked up at the ceiling, awaiting the other party's response.

Sawa didn't speak, but silently turned his head and began to wave his manuscript in the direction he was pointing.

His intuition told him that the vampire below wasn't lying, which meant he was sure he would be found.

Then he might miscalculate.

Zuo You tapped the pumpkin head he was wearing. With his current outfit, he could easily change into any clothes later and no one would recognize him.

You know, he has never revealed his true appearance.

Even if Qingjiu and his gang are somewhat capable, they shouldn't be able to find him like this, right?

Unbeknownst to him, Sawa had planted a flag. He then slowly chipped away at the alloy pieces blocking his way, gradually advancing through the wall.

Walking inside the wall is much safer than walking through the passageway.

In the room below, the vampire named Dio narrowed his eyes. Although Saya had never replied to him with a single word, he had completely memorized his aura.

Dior had a feeling that they would meet again sooner or later.

Moreover, he will definitely fulfill his mission well.

For a moment, his laughter, which had reached its peak, echoed once again in that small room.

Chapter Six: The Expired Eighteen-Year-Old Boy

In the supernatural disaster countermeasures room, Qingjiu, dressed in a black trench coat, sat upright at a round table, her fingers interlaced and pressed against her forehead.

Beside him, Vodka, Qingjiu's right-hand man, sniffed, kept his head down, and stared at his toes without making a sound.

On a screen in front of them, the video of Sayu destroying the camera was being played repeatedly.

The atmosphere became somewhat oppressive for a moment.

"The person just escaped right under our noses?"

After watching the video countless times, Qingjiu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up and asked Vodka next to her.

"..."

"This strange ability is too mysterious. We still haven't been able to figure out how he escaped the restraints of the replica of the Heavenly Chains."

Before Vodka could even formulate an explanation, Dr. Ali, who had just entered the room, answered the question for him.

"That's not a reason."

Qingjiu glanced indifferently at Dr. Ali who had entered, picked up an unlit cigarette from the side, put it in her mouth, and said.

"Then there's no use complaining. Without that guy around, no one can be sure they can bring the escaped guy back."

Dr. Ali was clearly used to his sour face and was not intimidated by his imposing manner. He picked up the hot tea that had been prepared on the table, took a sip, pointed to an empty seat next to him, and said.

"This thing can manipulate rocks, and it also has the special ability to destroy the alloy metal materials in the laboratory. You should be glad that this guy didn't release those two other weirdos that he passed by."

"Otherwise, I don't think you would be in such a good mood to sit here and complain to us right now."

Upon hearing about Saya's actions, Haruyu's already furrowed brows and cold expression turned even more unpleasant.

Who would have thought that this kid would take the unconventional route and choose to escape this place by carving out his own path?

The alloy metal structure is as fragile as tofu in Zuoyou's eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that Qingjiu was solely responsible for the construction of this building, he would definitely suspect that the architect who built this underground research institute was a mole.

How could it be so easy to dig someone out from inside?

"At this point, I think the most important thing is to shoot that guy dead. If he's allowed to appear in front of ordinary people, it's bound to cause a riot."

Vodka, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up. As he spoke, he also picked up the pistol in his pocket and looked at Qingjiu with expectant eyes.

If he had listened to him and shot that thing dead, would there have been so much trouble? The other strange creatures locked up in this research institute are the same; keeping them around will only drive up the price of rice in this world.

"First, you need to make sure that the armor that guy is wearing can be penetrated by the gun in your hand. Secondly, there's one more thing, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Dr. Ali once again took over the conversation with Vodka, tapping the table with his finger to draw their attention.

"When that weirdo who called himself Steven escaped, he broke open the room where Tomie was being held. If we don't want a repeat of what happened a few years ago, I think we should focus on maintaining the research institute."

"So we just let that guy get away like that?"

Vodka asked unwillingly, "Letting a strange creature escape right under my nose is like slapping me in the face."

"That's enough. Dr. Ali is right. What we need to do now is to stabilize the other imprisoned monsters first. As for that guy, he will reappear in front of us sooner or later."