[Name: Son of the mist]
[Species: Mist Kin - Spider Monster]
[A beautiful and captivating dream, where the desirous die by desire, and the greedy die by greed.]
[The ridiculous and shallow Ability allowed this Chaos Kin to detect a memory that wasn't real, thus creating an awkward illusion.]
[It's not its fault.]
[No one could imagine that a seemingly frail girl's mother is a mighty God from the Multiverse.]
[It's like the charming sight beneath the skirts of girls on the street.]
[Without the help of the wind, others will never know whether there's a gun hidden underneath.]
[Energy Level: Lv2 · "Super-Sequence"]
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Noguchi Tadashi fired three shots, shattering the tattered body of the spider monster.
He even believed that if he and Tojo Aoi had arrived any later, this dying monster would have perished on its own.
Ashes and white flames ignited spontaneously without wind, burning it to nothingness.
On the scorched ground, a comb remained.
Carved from white bone, its teeth were fine and dense.
It floated up slowly and stopped in front of Noguchi Tadashi, whose long hair was scattered, feeling perfectly logical and fitting.
This is...?
Tojo Aoi turned her head to look at Noguchi Tadashi and raised an eyebrow.
"The monster drop rate is quite high... Mr. Lucky."
"But... a ritual object appearing in this situation?"
Tojo Aoi looked at the comb, then at Noguchi Tadashi's delicate face and his shiny black long hair... "A natural Ritualist?"
Had killing a chaos creation, which felt like picking up a free kill, actually given Noguchi Tadashi the chance to become a Ritualist?
Tojo Aoi gestured for the man to pick up the comb.
It was cold to the touch. On the pale bone teeth, lines of tiny text were neatly arranged like scriptures, visible only to Noguchi Tadashi.
The man's expression became complicated.
[Heartthrob (Prerequisite I):]
[A beautiful and elegant man should hold a rose in his hand, not a cold weapon.]
[You loyally guard the Master you admire in your heart, believing yourself to be the last silver knight at the end of the century.]
[In her eyes, you might just be a weapon that doesn't need to speak.]
[Stay away from her and pursue a broader world!]
[Stay away from her and respond to the pursuit!]
[Make one hundred human females fall in love with you.]
[order is watching you.]
Noguchi Tadashi pursed his lips, staring silently at the white bone comb.
This strange ritual... Tojo Aoi noticed the man had been dazed while holding the comb for a long time, so she spoke up to interrupt: "Noguchi? Is something wrong?"
The man raised his head stiffly: "No, it's nothing..."
"It's a ritual object, Noguchi. Haven't you always wanted one?"
Tojo Aoi sized up the bone comb curiously; in her vision, she couldn't see that dense text.
"What's written on it? Is it a very difficult ritual prerequisite?"
"It's not a question of whether it's difficult or not..."
Noguchi Tadashi found it hard to explain. Now, he suddenly didn't want it anymore.
Suddenly, an emotion called terror exploded in his brain!
order?!
Wait...!
He stole a glance at Tojo Aoi—
His Lady Tojo was a Ritualist of the Chaos Faction, yet as her subordinate, he had obtained a ritual object of the order side... what should he do?
He absolutely did not want to face his benefactor with a blade.
"What is it?"
Noguchi Tadashi quietly backed away a few steps. He knew that Lady Tojo's Ability was activated through physical contact.
By staying away from her, he could avoid the possibility of his lies being seen through.
"No, it's just like Lady Tojo's,"
"A ritual object of the Chaos Faction!"
Noguchi Tadashi spoke haltingly, his feet shifting quietly.
[Lie]
Tojo Aoi blinked.
"A Chaos Faction ritual object?" The woman emphasized her tone and asked again.
Noguchi Tadashi let out a long breath and nodded firmly: "That's right, a Chaos Faction ritual object!"
[Lie]
Tojo Aoi smiled: "I see... then, in the future, Noguchi will be a Chaos Faction Ritualist just like me?"
"Of course!"
Noguchi Tadashi looked at Tojo Aoi with a determined gaze: "No matter what I become, I will never forget Lady Tojo's past help. So, please believe that I will always be your right-hand man!"
No more mystery was triggered. Tojo Aoi hummed a few times and told the man to put the bone comb away.
"I won't ask about the specific prerequisites. Most general rituals are both bloody and cruel."
"If you need help, just tell me."
Tojo Aoi spoke to Noguchi Tadashi with a meaningful look.
This handsome man was clearly out of it, still in a daze, his focus fixed on the comb.
Bloody, cruel?
Indeed.
One hundred people... where would I find the time... I've been staying up late lately, and my health isn't great... will order strengthen my body?
Sigh.
Two Ritualists of the order side were thus deceiving each other, scrambling to cloak themselves in the mantle of Chaos.
After the Master and servant finished a simple rest, they heard a series of light footsteps from the stairs.
Tojo Aoi pricked up her ears—
Although the other party's steps onto the stairs were very careful, the gap in levels still couldn't hide them from an "Origin Point" level girl.
At least two people... She made a'shh' gesture and waited quietly at the top of the stairs with Noguchi Tadashi, two guns aimed at the corner.
Tap, tap.
Just as they were about to turn the corner... the footsteps vanished.
Hmm?
Tojo Aoi narrowed her eyes... was there a Ritualist of the same level as her, or even stronger?
He had discovered her or Noguchi.
Click.
A bullet was chambered.
The two groups facing off were silent for a moment; neither took the initiative to attack.
They waited quietly.
In reality, White Torch's group at the corner of the stairs was the most anxious.
Under the strange behavior of the [secret rite], he knew well that this ritual was not simple, so the man would never allow the standoff to continue.
"Who's on the other side?"
After speaking, White Torch unleashed his mystery, ready at any moment to manifest and charge.
Tojo Aoi blinked—
This voice?
"Mr. White Torch?"
"..."
"I'm Tojo Aoi. You've forgotten, we met once half a year ago."
The man leaned out, his eyes flashing past the wall—it was that girl.
"This is my subordinate, Noguchi Tadashi."
Meeting White Torch's upward gaze, Tojo Aoi was the first to lower her gun.
"Is Miss Reiko here too?"
Usami Reiko nodded in surprise.
What was Tojo Aoi doing here?
White Torch quickly asked that question for her.
"This place..." Tojo Aoi rolled her eyes: "I came to find Noguchi."
Noguchi?
White Torch kept a solemn face and greeted Noguchi Tadashi. He could see that this man with a clean face and a gentle smile was just like him.
Both exuded an aura of blood and danger—hunters could usually sense the scent of their own kind very keenly.
"How is the situation?"
Tojo Aoi didn't mention the ritual object, pointing her gun barrel casually at the scorched ground: "There was only one monster on the second floor. It seems our destination is the same."
"The third floor."
"There's no need for Miss Tojo to continue upward."
Compared to the pure soldier White Torch, Usami Reiko knew Tojo Aoi's weight better.
With a 'Judgment' level Ritualist on their side, Tojo Aoi didn't need to head to the even more dangerous third floor.
That was a Tojo, after all.
If anything happened to her, it would be a huge problem.
Just as Tojo Aoi was about to say something, a violent vibration and roar came from above everyone's heads!
Clang—Boom—
A figure'seeped' out of the ceiling in a pathetic state and crashed down in front of the five of them.
He wore a Hannya mask and lay listlessly on the ground...
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