The brave Simmel wants to resign

"Ooh!"

Gojo Satoru was clearly frightened by this outfit.

"What the hell?! This is a ZombieTyrannomon?!"

"How rude of you, holder of the Six Eyes."

Tianyuan's voice was deep, but you could hear a hint of an old woman in it.

"You'll become like this even if you live for hundreds of years."

"Then I'd rather die sooner."

"If you say a few more words, perhaps I can die peacefully sooner."

Tianyuan calmly took over the conversation and then looked at the remaining two people.

"Nice to meet you, user of the Spell Manipulation Technique."

"................."

Xia Youjie remained silent.

But this time, because Gojo Satoru was also watching, Natsumi only remained silent for a short while before raising his head again.

A faint smile, similar to his usual one, appeared on his face.

"Lord Tianyuan."

"Ah."

Tianyuan didn't know Xia Youjie well and didn't say much.

Soon, he looked at the last person.

Tengen: ".............."

Simmel: ".............."

It was hard to read Tianyuan's expression, while Xinmeier basically wore that perfect, shallow smile, just like in a toothpaste commercial, 364 out of 365 days a year.

The two stared at each other, speechless for a long time.

"...If you live long enough, you really will see all sorts of things."

In the end, it was Tengen who spoke first.

"Welcome here, Simmel."

Don't you have a nickname?

Simmel also wanted to be called 'the holder of ***', it felt really cool.

Mr. Brave pouted, acting like a child.

"Alright, let's get down to business!"

Two claps drew their attention back, and Gojo Satoru glared fiercely at Tengen, his hair standing on end. Although it sounded strange coming from Gojo Satoru, everyone agreed.

Gojo Satoru also got straight to the point.

"Tianyuan, why do you need asteroids?"

"Don't you already know the answer?" Tianyuan said calmly, "Because of my technique..."

"Come on, I know your technique can observe the outside world, so you know the plan that I discussed with Natsume." Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue. "Even if your technique does mutate, you can just rely on me and Jet to solve it."

"A year ago, I would have thought this was nonsense. But now... it's also a viable option."

Tianyuan nodded.

"Then why do we need a magma body?!"

Gojo Satoru lost control of his emotions.

Ultimately, at this point, he was still just a high school student.

"You seem to have misunderstood something, Gojo Satoru."

"what?"

Tengen remained unmoved by Gojo Satoru's emotional outburst and calmly began to recount his story.

“After the Riko incident, I gave up on assimilation.”

! !

Not only Gojo Satoru, but this time, even Natsume Yuuki suddenly looked at Tengen.

"Perhaps it's because of what you've done, or... I also feel it's time to end this, there's no need to continue assimilation."

Tianyuan glanced at the expressions of the others and forced a smile with his own stiff face, which could hardly be called a 'face'.

"Old soldiers never die, they simply fade away."

"Tengen is no longer important."

Xia Youjie was stunned.

And Gojo is the one finger in the rice field.

"I've liked you for a long time!"

"This seems a bit different from your opening remarks." Tianyuan remained indifferent. "Let's get back to business—this time, it's a sudden incident caused by an unknown entity."

"According to my plan, since the astral bodies are unnecessary, we can simply continue to conceal their identities."

"But I didn't expect that someone would have obtained their information and release it without authorization."

"Therefore, this mission is not escort, but simply protection."

"I will get all their personal information in the meantime and get them to transfer enough assets abroad, but until then, their safety is in your hands. You should be able to do that, right?"

Gojo Satoru grinned.

"Nonsense! Right, Jay?"

Simmel took this opportunity to look at Xia Youjie and found that Xia Youjie, who had been somewhat sullen, had a warmer look in his eyes after hearing these words.

"Ah, of course."

"Ah."

Tianyuan nodded.

But in the end, for some reason, he looked at Simmel again.

"So......"

"I'm leaving the rest to you."

—Huh? Me?

Simmel was somewhat surprised, wondering why Tianyuan seemed to be paying special attention to her.

Wait, have I been hearing too many lines like this lately?

Why are they all assigning me tasks as if they're starting before a major event is about to happen?

...Never mind, though.

A brave person will not refuse people's requests.

Chapter 37 Restless Tokyo

Tokyo.

Thirteen million people breathe in this city at the same time.

Looking down from 30,000 feet, everything is light.

Traffic on the Metropolitan Expressway stretched out in red and white streaks, connecting Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, and Shibuya into a blazing starry sky.

The overhead shot begins to fall under the pull of gravity.

The wind howls, and the scenery magnifies, focusing on an office building in a port area of ​​Tokyo, penetrating through the glass.

"Ha ha--"

The sound of panting, panting that grew louder as it approached.

In the blue-purple screen in the upper left corner of the monitoring room, a figure hurriedly passes through the office on the seventh floor.

thump.

In the rush, I bumped into the desktop, and the file rose up from the desktop, flipped, and fell.

The long-haired man wearing a mask walked briskly forward, glancing back every now and then.

The camera pans to the side, and the man appears to be injured. He stomps one leg heavily on the ground, raises both arms simultaneously, and leans forward, like an NPC in a horror movie who has encountered an invisible person.

"Damn it! Stop chasing me!"

With a roar, the man quickly continued running forward.

Da da da.

"That won't work."

The footsteps behind me were steady but rather fast.

As they walked, the rustling sound of their cloaks being blown up and falling in the wind could be heard.

The neon lights outside the window dispelled some of the office's gloom, and the person speaking naturally stepped into the light.

"Your name is... Bayer?"

Simmel's face was gradually revealed in the halo of light, her expression still relaxed, as she tapped her phone with a single finger.

"My system shows you're a combatant from the Cursed Mage group Q, which was supposed to be wiped out by Gojo last year... Ah, are you seeking revenge this time?"

"Take this!"

Asking a question resulted in being hit with several throwing knives.

call out!--!----