Chapter 114: The Superpower of Running Away

Morobuchi Kagemitsu remained where he was instructed, but his supervisor told him to stand further away.

A murderer with a metal barrel-shaped object resembling a carapace on his head appeared in the corridor.

The "person" whose head was stuffed into the iron barrel was still completely wrapped in a straitjacket, but he was still moving.

Several civilian staff members who were walking in the corridor, occasionally recording some data, pulled out their pistols and fired at the escaped anomalies.

Morofushi Kagemitsu was ordered not to participate in the crackdown, so he could only stand still. At that moment, an employee walked past him in a hurry.

Unlike the other office workers, he wore similar flashy clothes, except that his armor, known as Ego, was covered with bright yellow eyes.

Holding a weapon with a lantern-like end, he quickly subdued the murderer who had just been surrounded and beaten by the civilian staff.

In the end, it turned into an egg, which the civilian staff returned to the containment chamber. The whole process took less than a minute.

The man with slicked-back hair didn't say a word the whole time. After completing the suppression, he left in the same hurry as he had come.

Morofushi Kagemitsu once again followed instructions and entered the containment chamber. The murderer who had just been killed was still in his old spot, waiting for the staff to do his work.

This "person" really didn't die. What organization's new research has revealed this...?

He thought about it and went through the process again. This time, the killer seemed to be in much better mental condition and almost didn't attack him again.

Sure enough, after finishing his work, the supervisor told him to wait ten seconds before going in; this time there was no suppression.

Then came endless repetitive work, though I don't know if it was just Morofushi Kagemitsu's imagination.

After seeing him come in countless times, the already unpleasant expression on the almost bald man's face became even more mournful.

As expected, the serial killer escaped again as the reverse Kabbalah counter reached zero.

By the end of the workday, Morofushi Kagemitsu had completely given up thinking about whether there was something wrong with the work hours.

And... is this really an organization?

He now knows that the monsters locked in individual rooms are collectively referred to as Abnormal Beings.

Seeing a colleague being blasted far away by an alien entity—this wasn't the first time—Morobu Hiromitsu thought she would be turned into pieces like those poor, clothed office workers.

However, the unknown woman kept her body intact and rolled on the ground once with the force of the impact.

"Thank you, Minister." She murmured to herself. She was certain to die just now, but it was only because their minister's abilities took effect.

After confirming that she was still intact, she sprang up from the ground, picked up the weapon that had slipped from her hand due to the impact, and headed towards "Dream Current," who was resting at the end of the corridor.

But that had nothing to do with him. It was his first day at work, and he was the troublesome "crisp" in his supervisor's eyes. The man who had arranged everyone in an orderly manner had directly kicked him and the rye whiskey into the elevator.

Finally, the public address system blared once again throughout the facility:

"Thank you all for your hard work. That concludes today's work. Please compile today's reports and submit them to your respective ministers."

This time it wasn't the young manager's voice, but a young woman's voice.

Georgia noticed their puzzled expressions and offered her explanation.

“This is Miss Angela, the supervisor’s secretary,” Georgia said.

She looked at the two of them with some surprise: "Haven't you heard Miss Angela speak before?"

"She usually communicates directly with us; it's not very common to hear her do something like the broadcast at noon today."

Secretary… Shuichi Akai thought of something.

"Is that the lady with the long silver-blue hair?" he said, gesturing to his left side to indicate a tied side ponytail.

"Yes, yes, that's her."

As they talked, Georgia, with the demeanor of a senior, led them away from the main lounge and towards the actual staff rest area.

Supervisor's office.

"Training attributes is a piece of cake."

X looked at the promotion reports of the two new employees with satisfaction, feeling that his extra work today was worthwhile.

Two standard Level 5 employees can be quickly produced, right?

For some reason, these two people looked terrible, as if their worldview had collapsed.

Never mind, they're probably not used to this high-intensity work environment, they'll be fine in a couple of days.

*

A tall, brown-haired woman sat in a coffee shop on the street, her deep blue eyes fixed on the coffee in her hand, lost in thought.

Sitting opposite her was a white-haired young man wearing a turtleneck sweater. Looking at the woman in front of him, who seemed somewhat downcast, he spoke seemingly casually:

"Luo Jia, it seems Mr. Gogol brought something back."

Seeing Luo Jia looking over, he added, "She's the golden branch your company has been searching for."

"But they didn't seem to know each other at all. Even Mr. Gogol just happened to be passing by, took a liking to this thing, and took it."

Luo Jia's voice still sounded uninterested: "They don't know that Jinzhi is a good place, is it?"

To prevent... her and Sonia's "master" from using the technology in the Golden Bough to do some very annoying things.

When Fyodor met her and Sonia, he merely looked them up and down before putting on a friendly face.

However... Luo Jia could tell that he didn't like the changes they brought about, as it disrupted his plans.

Fyodor also realized the incompatibility between his superpowers and his beliefs.

Often, when Fyodor intended to do something, he would send them out, just like he was doing now, whether it was to ask them to buy something or to go on a "date".

It was called a date, but in reality, it was just to keep them away and to gather some information for him.

A blond boy carrying a guitar bag and wearing a black trench coat walked briskly across the sidewalk outside the coffee shop.

"Little Sinclair?!"

The blond boy, who kept walking forward with his head down and occasionally checked his watch, looked around in confusion. He thought he heard someone calling him.

But he didn't see anyone he knew on either side. That was strange. Could it be that he hadn't been sleeping well lately and was hallucinating?

The shadow approached rapidly from behind, followed by a "bear hug" with such force that it almost knocked him out of his skin.

"...Little Sinclair? Are you alright?" The culprit's tone was filled with worry, but even more so with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

“Miss Luo Jia?” Sinclair looked at the brown-haired woman in casual clothes who seemed to have completely blended into this world, and was a little uncertain.

"It's me! I never expected to see you here."

"Me too, I have to tell my supervisor..."

"Dante is here too?! And everyone else?"

Luo Jia's blue eyes swept away the gloom from before, and the blond boy could almost see the little stars around her.

"Luo Jia, did you run into someone you know?" Sonia paid the bill and then came over to look at the two people who had been separated for a long time.

*

"Miss Luo Jia, is this really okay?" The blond boy asked somewhat anxiously.

“It’s alright, right, Sonia?” The brown-haired girl who proposed the operation looked at her companion.

"Don't worry, Sinclair, it'll be fine," Sonia said, expressing her approval of the operation.

"Done!" Luo Jia gave the two of them an OK sign.

In another city, a well-meaning Russian wearing a white fluffy hat sneezed uncontrollably.

His trading partner across from him glanced at the sickly young man with some disdain.

But the deal had to go on, so he took out what the mouse needed.

According to the rules, he has already taken out the goods; all that's missing is the money from this kid.

The demon, still in the shape of a teenager, handed over a card. The burly trader was well-prepared, with a complete set of card-swiping devices on the table.

But... "Insufficient funds"

"Are you kidding our organization?!"

The purple-eyed rat looked at its empty cards and the furious trader opposite it, and sighed.

Did they still run away?

"Who are you talking to?!"

The burly man opposite him got even angrier. He grabbed the little chick in his eyes and planned to bring this damned liar to his boss.

"Hey hey, look here."

In the room where only the two of them were, a third person's voice suddenly rang out.

The moment the big man turned around, a sharp knife sliced ​​across his throat, and blood gushed out instantly. He instinctively pulled his hand back to cover his throat.

He easily freed the rat from his hand, slowly walked to the table, and picked up the items on the table for the transaction.

Completely ignoring the dead trader, he simply looked at his white hat, which was slightly stained with blood, and threw it onto the lifeless man.

They left as if nothing had happened, along with the third person who had suddenly appeared in the room.

“Dossi-kun,” the white-clad magician said, walking behind the demon who had lost his hat, his voice heavy, “your special ability… Luo Jia and Sonia, they ruthlessly colluded with outsiders to transfer all your money.”

"If I hadn't been quick, they would have taken even the two beautiful tree branches I brought back a few days ago."

The clown, who had just killed someone, sighed deeply, his face full of sorrow.

"Sigh, we don't even have dinner planned for tonight, what are we going to do, Tuosi-jun?"

"Don't ignore me."

“This was to be expected.” Dostoevsky turned into a secluded corner and finally spoke to the incessantly noisy Gogol.

“They disagree with me, but…” He paused for a moment, a hint of doubt in his voice, “they actually acted so quickly?”

In his calculations, his powers would eventually part ways with him, whether it was the male or female one, as neither would agree with his beliefs.

But... I wonder how long their alliance can last?

He thought as he looked at the three people being filmed on the screen.

Luo Jia and Sonia, they don't seem to get along very well either.

But who is this person who suddenly appeared? Is he the main reason why the two of them acted ahead of time?

Fair fingers tapped incessantly on the keyboard, but the interface that should have been comparing facial images and displaying identity information kept giving errors.

He was stopped by an unknown person whose information was encrypted.

Even two days earlier, the Demon could have obtained Sinclair's distillery identity, but now, Angela has already included the distillery's entire database in her encryption.

Unless the demon can shut down the machine first, he'll have to ask Sinclair's acquaintances.

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Author's note: Tuosi: My superpowers have all run away, one by one.

Waiting organization member: Why hasn't Lord English Whisky arrived yet? [doge emoji]