Chapter 122 Chapter 122 Mutation

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Mo Shiyu is actually not a very ambitious person. As long as his life is decent, he will not deliberately break the status quo. Being able to live in the present makes him very satisfied.

He and Sawada Tsunayoshi resonate very much in this regard.

Rather than thinking about the future, he focuses more on the little things in life and the time spent with friends.

If you need to work hard for something, work with your companions to make it worthwhile.

What he loves more are specific people and specific lives.

It is extremely happy and fortunate to be able to pursue interesting things with important friends.

But the strange thing is that no matter in the original world or in this world, there are always more or less things around him, pushing him step by step towards a narrower and narrower road.

This road has no room for others, and there is no turning back. You can only move forward alone, without stopping or looking back.

Mo Shiyu took a step inside and walked into the shop. His hand gently stroked the red lantern at the door. The bamboo ribs supporting the lamp skin were slightly concave under his fingertips, and the wick inside flickered on and off, like warm human skin.

When I opened the door, the room was dark and no light came in.

He walked past the shelves filled with goods in the dark, stopped in the corner of the shop, and looked at the extra letter on the nanmu table in the corner.

On the envelope was a line of English written in a gorgeous cursive script.

"I find you, for another time, mama?."

At the end, a string of small red hearts was drawn. From this playful yet terrifying feeling, he could guess the identity of the person behind it.

Mo Shiyu did not rush to open it, but walked around it first. He walked to the shelf on the left and picked up a silver-purple crown.

This is not something from his store.

Almost the next second after he raised the crown, a series of rapid clock counting sounds suddenly rang out.

Mo Shiyu suddenly stopped moving.

From his angle, he could clearly see an ominous red light behind the shelf. Because it was just blocked by the crown, only when he picked up the crown could he vaguely see the dark box hidden behind it and the alternating red light on the box.

"Tick, tick, tick."

not good!

His pupils shrank and he turned around immediately, but it was too late.

"Boom—"

The next second, all the glass in the room was shattered, and the shock wave from the explosion even sent the fragments of the house flying dozens of meters away!

Not far away, a few teenagers walking home together were still chatting unconsciously.

"...So he used his special abilities to challenge the whole world two years ago and got away with it?" Yamamoto Takeshi summarized Hayato Gokudera's words and lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

"So that's how it is. That also explains why the guy covered in bandages wanted to catch him."

Killing people live in front of the whole world and still living to this day without any consequences, sounds like a super villain who can be the boss in a movie.

If he only heard this, Yamamoto Takeshi would feel that he had protected a bad guy at home last night whom he shouldn't have protected.

However, compared to rumors, Yamamoto still believed what he saw with his own eyes. He would not deny Mo Shiyu's entire personality just because he heard one thing. Therefore, he just sighed, "There are so many interesting people around Tsuna."

"I don't know the specific reason for the murder."

Hayato Gokudera has a vague sense of good and evil, so he didn't react much to this.

He put his hands behind his head and walked lazily towards the sunset. "He's a very famous guy. I've heard a lot of rumors, and I can't tell whether they're true or not. But I know that many mafia members secretly worship him—like Jesus, but in a more fanatical and twisted way, like using corpse oil to melt his wax figure... I always thought he was secretly controlled by some organization, but I didn't expect him to be hidden here."

His words made Yamamoto Takeshi, a middle school student who had never seen a pervert, show an expression of disbelief. Gokudera Hayato looked at his beloved leader and said, "The tenth generation should know more about the incident two years ago."

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had been silent beside them, spoke.

"Actually," the brown-haired, brown-eyed boy lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the telephone poles and pebbles on the road, "I couldn't fully understand his actions at first, but after learning a lot about them, I realized that many things are beyond his control. There are many reasons that are intertwined and pushing him to do this..."

He showed an expression of trying hard to suppress his emotions, but did not continue.

Before Hayato Gokudera and Takeshi Yamamoto could react, a huge impact came from behind them, pushing everyone to stagger, and a deafening explosion rang in their ears.

Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly stopped and turned around. His brown eyes reflected the flames rising into the sky not far away, which were almost redder than the sunset sky with fiery clouds.

That direction is...!

His expression suddenly changed and he turned around and ran back.

"Brother Xiaoyu——"

The flames of the explosion illuminated half of the sky, and his two companions followed him and ran back.

"It's C4 plastic explosive." Bomb-handling expert Hayato Gokudera immediately recognized the bomb's origin. His emerald eyes flickered between light and darkness. He hesitated for a moment, thinking, "Is it intended to kill people without any intention of controlling its power?"

Who could survive an explosion of this magnitude? Even that young man would have had a hard time escaping.

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The scene was filled with smoke and the pungent smell of gunpowder lingered in the air.

The sound of the explosion lingered, and along the way, ordinary people were running out in panic. Several teenagers went against the flow of people, waving away the smoke.

They stopped at the entrance of the alley, which had become a ruin. The shop had been blown up, and the tree in the yard had fallen to the ground, its trunk split into several pieces and burning with raging flames.

In the distance, the sound of a fire alarm was heard, getting closer and closer.

The little nest he and Xiaoyu had spent two years building together was destroyed in an instant. It was as if it had never existed.

"Brother Xiaoyu!" Sawada Tsunayoshi called out in a panic, and tried to dive into the crumbling door frame, but Reborn held him back firmly, "Don't go in! It's too dangerous!"

"Let me go!"

Reborn snapped, "It's too late for you to go in! If he's not prepared, this explosion will kill him!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around and looked at him blankly, "..."

Reborn's dark, cold eyes fixed on him. "Look carefully. This is the true face of this world. No matter who you care about or yourself, no one can escape this huge vortex."

The companions beside him were also searching for the figure in the smoke, but they found nothing for a long time.

Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at the ruins in front of him and slowly knelt on the ground. He covered his mouth and began to cough violently.

A sharp pain like a knife twisted through my internal organs, almost overflowing from my throat.

A voice echoed in my ears, from vague to clear, until it was deafening.

All the excruciating pain you endured throughout your life and the ups and downs you had no control over will be in vain in the end.

Your mentor, companions, and companions’ families, their souls are watching you from behind.

His nails dug deep into the flesh.

How he wanted to go back to the past, back to his carefree teenage years, and live out the time he missed the most.

I dream about it.

But is it really possible?

Do you still want to be that ignorant teenager who is pushed around by others? Do you still have the right to enjoy this youthful life that overdrafts your future?

The enemies are always watching you coldly in the dark. They will not wait for you to grow up. The only one who falls behind is you, and you are the only one in the world.

To protect them. To protect those he cherished. The price he paid was everything.

Remember, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

A more mature voice approached his ear, and it seemed as if a person in a black cloak was standing behind him and looking at him.

What on earth did you come back for?

There was a golden-red light flashing in the brown-haired boy's eyes. He held his head, as if in extreme pain. The veins on his thin neck were bulging, and the Len on the brim of Reborn's hat emitted a dazzling light.

Reborn closed his eyes, loosened his hands, and let out a long sigh.

It's just stolen time after all.

"I'll go in and take a look." Yamamoto Takeshi covered his mouth and nose, suppressing the choking cough from the smoke entering his nose and said coldly.

"The Tenth Generation—" Hayato Gokudera supported Sawada Tsunayoshi. He searched anxiously, his dark green eyes suddenly widening as he pointed at the figure in the smoke and cried out, "Look what that is!"

They heard a pleasant low laugh.

A tall, thin figure, holding a paper lantern, was blurred in the smoke, like an ink painting.

Like a phantom, but not quite.

"Ha..." His voice was subtly different from that during the day. It was less emotional and more filled with chilling disgust. "To treat me like this, you're truly an utterly untreatable child."

In an instant, a cold light split the smoke and came towards him with great force.

This was the light of a sword. Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes suddenly widened.

He looked at the sword almost greedily. It was such an exquisite sword that even with his eyesight, he couldn't see the trajectory of the sword light at all.

And immediately afterwards, he heard an extremely slight sound, which was completely opposite to the loud sword light, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

The figure holding the lantern dodged the earth-shattering sword.

It was a truly visually stunning scene. The movement was extremely dynamic, and the stillness was extremely quiet.

The smoke rushed out and dispersed in all directions. He saw the tall and thin figure, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile on his lips.

At this moment, Yamamoto Takeshi really saw the appearance of the man who used to sit in a closed room surrounded by multiple forces, leisurely killed thousands of people in the live broadcast, and escaped unscathed.

Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed to wake up from a dream. He raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound.

His pupils went from dim to slowly emitting a terrifying light.

The attacker landed, swung his sword, and his long silver hair fluttered in the air. He laughed loudly, "Not bad."

"I thought it would be easy to take you back, but it seems this task is not easy."

"A mission?" Mo Shiyu stroked the surface of the paper lantern. The wick, which had been burning brightly, turned back to a state of neither light nor darkness. He then raised his eyes and asked, "Who sent you here?"

"Are you asking even though you already know the answer? You should have guessed it." The long-haired swordsman looked away from his lantern and looked at himself. The man's black wig had long since fallen off in the explosion, and now his smoky-gray hair was completely uncovered, flying freely in the air. His eyes of the same color seemed to be able to melt into the smoke.

As expected of the Mother of Pollution, just by looking into his eyes, he felt an itch in his body, as if flesh and blood that did not belong to him were about to grow out.

It’s the same as the rumors, no, it’s even more bizarre than the rumors.

The swordsman showed no fear at all. He said, "But I can tell you that it's not just the person you guessed. This time, there's also Vongola behind the scenes."

Mo Shiyu uttered a very light sneer.

It turns out he's a Vongola swordsman.

He turned his head and noticed several young men. Among them, Sawada Tsunayoshi looked particularly abnormal. Not only was his forehead covered in cold sweat, but his aura was also very unstable.

"Is it finally here..." This thought flashed through his mind.

Although many things have changed, the feeling of impending disaster is unmistakable. The tutor has finally reached a plot point.

This swordsman is very powerful and handsome. Looking at his beautiful long silver hair, he is definitely an important supporting role.

But so what?

"I told you to learn the tone of voice you use when speaking to your mother. A disobedient child..." Mo Shiyu's eyes grew darker, "has no value in living in this world."

The swordsman paused, took a step back, and suddenly half-knelt on the ground. A creepy beautiful face struggled to emerge from his exposed skin, and streams of blood flowed down his joints.

He was in so much pain that he was going crazy, but the other party didn't kill him immediately, but instead wanted to torture him.

Well, the bomb didn't kill him, so the mission was largely a failure.

The swordsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his face, and revealed an arrogant smile, "You actually hid in Namimori. After this matter was exposed, many people couldn't believe that you dared to hide so close to Tokyo."

"But for me, it's a dream come true, because I can complete two tasks at the same time!"

He jumped up, swung the sword in his hand and attacked Sawada Tsunayoshi, "Give it to me!"

Reborn and Mo Shiyu did not move, and Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi had no time to react. In a flash, Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his creepy golden-brown eyes and tightly grasped the swordsman's hand that was holding his wrist.

He squeezed the swordsman's hand until the bones cracked. The silver-haired swordsman was startled by the terrifying force.

"..." The brown-haired boy spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "You dare to call yourself a Vongola if you defy my will?"

The silver-haired swordsman, Squalo, looked into those cold golden-red eyes and slowly raised the corners of his mouth excitedly, "Oh?"

A pair of terrifying eyes that are just as scary as his boss's.

It was as if all the blood in my body had frozen. I couldn't help but give in and show respect.

As a result of the wrestling, the swordsman endured the pain of broken bones, peeled off half of the Vongola ring from Sawada Tsunayoshi's finger, and then left without any reluctance to fight.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was not in a good condition either. He was covered in cold sweat and stood there looking at the swordsman's receding back.

"Reborn..."

Mo Shiyu walked over slowly. Jakudera Hayato looked at him with a bad tone, "You obviously have the ability to stop him."

"Don't get me wrong, I have no obligation to help you." Mo Shiyu leaned against the broken wall, looking down at the cardboard lantern. "Besides, even if I help you this time, if you don't become stronger, the same result will happen next time someone else comes."

"...What are you going to do?" Reborn asked in a low voice.

Mo Shiyu walked past them and headed towards the ruins of the shop. "This place has been exposed. You should understand what I will do."

The paper lantern at the door is his most serious pollution product, no doubt about it.

With it as a backup, Mo Shiyu was not hurt by the explosion at all. The only trouble was that he had to dig out his collections one by one from the ruins later.

But that doesn't mean he can pretend that it never happened.

In the past two years, he has not only solved pollution problems around the world, but also accumulated strength. Pollution is a disease for the world, but it is the best weapon for the Nest Mother.

The more pollutants there are, the more power the Nest Mother controls.

For the world, the Nest Mother is the doctor who cures diseases, and pollution itself is the medical expenses.

Mo Shiyu looked at the afterglow of the setting sun and smiled gently.

Are my enemies safe and sound?