Chapter 26 About Half-Body

Silent Vermouth followed behind the dark-haired youth, as quiet as a chicken. Once she was separated from this group, she would be completely free. As for Calvados, there was nothing she could do to help him. Let him stay there for now.

Based on what she had seen and heard during this time, the organization was absolutely incapable of competing with Company L. It was just that their management was extremely crude. They actually let her leave on her own. How naive! Did they really think she would obediently go back to that monster-filled hellhole?

Milan, Italy.

"Xiao Bei, you can go straight back to the company, you don't need to wait for us."

The blonde woman looked at the somewhat naive man who was still referring to her by that ridiculous name. "Company? Even a dog wouldn't go back."

If they can't afford to offend her, can't they at least avoid her? After she announces her retirement from acting, she can go back to the organization and hide. For the sake of an ordinary employee like her, they won't do anything outrageous.

Given the manager's personality, he would ruthlessly squeeze every last drop of blood from his employees and the monsters, as if he were hunting himself down. He would never do such an unprofitable deal.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, Vermouth breathed in the air of the airport, savoring the taste of freedom.

After the red-haired woman spoke to the black-haired youth, she returned, causing Vermouth's heart to leap into her throat.

She had little interaction with the head of the disciplinary department. The disciplinary department was located in the middle of the facility, not close to the records department. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she only learned about the red-haired woman from casual conversations among her colleagues.

Carly gazed quietly at the employee who was about to leave for a foreign country. Coming from Lane 23, she was neither a clueless manager when it came to interpersonal relationships nor the naive Angela. She could see the blonde woman's ambition; she wasn't the kind of person who would obediently follow orders.

“Don’t think I can’t see through your scheme,” Carly warned. “Dealing with employees who run away without permission is also part of our disciplinary department’s job.”

"No one can challenge the authority of the Wing, and you will be no exception."

After saying that, the tall, red-haired leader left, leaving Vermouth deep in thought.

"How is it? Can you still sense Sancho?"

At the hotel where they were temporarily staying, Carly went to the smoking area, leaving X and Don Quixote alone in the room.

The white-haired Blood Demon could sense the presence of his familiars nearby, but there was a sluggish feeling, as if there were a layer of glass between them, preventing him from locking onto the target with perfect precision. However, he could still discern the direction.

The supervisor took out a world map from his bag, and Don Quixote confidently pointed to the lower left corner, which was Spain.

There was a knock at the door. Carly had the key to the room, but she didn't know how to knock. Don Quixote told the manager to stay inside and went to open the door himself.

The man with long, dark brown hair still held his hand in a knocking gesture. He was tall and had a pair of dark green eyes that were as deep and unfathomable as a deep pool on his pale face.

He was dressed in a well-fitting three-piece suit, with wispy sideburns plastered to his cheeks, looking somewhat disheveled as if he had just finished a long journey. Don Quixote could almost see a few strands of his hair standing on end due to static electricity.

Upon seeing the white-haired man who opened the door, the visitor greeted him very politely.

"Hello."

The stranger spoke in Italian; he was clearly a local.

“I think I have something to discuss with Mr. Dante.”

Following the directions, the man hurriedly arrived at the hotel. After forcibly accessing the guest list, he knew exactly who was staying in this room.

When traveling, the name left by the supervisor obviously couldn't be a code name like X; he subconsciously left the name Dante.

“My name is also Dante, and I am honored to share the same name as your companion, so I would like to get to know him.”

Don Quixote, however, noticed something amiss and asked, "How do you know my companion is named Dante?"

“I live right next door. I saw the roster when I was registering and thought it was such a coincidence that I wanted to get to know them.”

"No, why would you think my companion is Dante? What if I am the one named Dante?"

While Don Quixote was engrossed in his detective game, a gray-haired man silently appeared behind X in the room, looking at the oblivious black-haired youth and Dante with his human head.

"Dante".

Am I hallucinating? I think I'm hearing the voice of Virgilius, who lives far away in the city and has nothing to do with me right now.

"Dante, turn around."

Why am I hearing that again? And it's telling me to turn around. Something seems off. Thinking this, the black-haired youth turned his head in response to his auditory hallucination.

Ta-da! It's here! It's really Virgilius!

"Dante? You seem surprised?"

"What... are you doing here?"

Why didn't you take him with you when you went down to the prison? What's he doing here?

Virgilius looked at the distracted Dante, sighed, and prepared to use his usual move.

As Virgil's eyes slowly turned red, X snapped back to reality. Who had angered him again? He instinctively wanted to cover his head. Even though the man had never treated him like a sinner, X felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Virgil's LED lights.

"Your Excellency, there is..."

Don Quixote successfully used his extraordinary wisdom to refute the suspicious man and was about to show off his achievement to his supervisor when he saw a man with an unfriendly and fierce expression, who looked like he was about to hit someone, standing in front of the weak, pitiful, and helpless supervisor.

The red-haired woman, still carrying a faint scent of tobacco after finishing her cigarette, looked at the strange man standing in the doorway and asked:

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I am Dante, Dante Agnès."

"I feel the pressure emanating from the woman, and this is also to explain why I've come here," Dante replied.

"I wanted to visit the gentleman with the same name, but I was stopped by his companion."

He looked at the woman and explained that she must be Carly, the only female among the three.

In a sense, the man is the real Dante, not the outsider in the city.

He is the only transcendent being in Italy, and his supernatural ability is the Divine Comedy.

Long before the superpowered individuals from various countries were locked in fierce battles, his superpower inexplicably mutated. His previously rule-based superpower suddenly transformed into a humanoid superpower. Fortunately, it remained powerful; otherwise, the authorities, who were already superpowered, would probably have been devastated upon learning the news.

"Then you can stay here."

After saying that, she walked past Dante, who was momentarily speechless, unlocked the door with her key, went inside, and closed the door again behind her. This person seemed a bit abnormal.

Dante heard the crisp click of the door closing; it was even locked from the inside. Why did all his companions dislike him so much?

Carly entered the room and noticed a strange man. Annoyed, she asked, "And who are you?"

"Carly! You're back."

X introduced his former colleague to his minister: "This is the Red Harvest who came after you, Scarlet Gaze."

"She was the previous Red Harvest, a crimson mist."

"Oh!" Don Quixote suddenly uttered a strange sound.

"So the Minister was actually the one who cleaned things up?!"

Carly looked at the inexplicably excited white-haired blood demon with a "Are you crazy?" look. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with being a cleanup crew? Isn't that common?"

"Dante," Virgilius said, ignoring the farce, and cut to the chase: "I now exist in this world in the form of supernatural abilities. Just in case, don't trust me too much. I might be controlled by the master of these abilities."

The knocking continued intermittently at the door. Carly clicked her tongue impatiently, shook off Don Quixote who was asking her all sorts of questions, and preferred to face the strange man outside.

Carly flung open the door and demanded angrily, "What do you want?"

Dante twirled a strand of hair at his temple, not responding to Carly's words. He simply looked into the room, a longing expression on his handsome face.

When Carly was about to turn him away again, he became somewhat erratic:

“My God told me that I had received a divine oracle that my half-body, my closest person, was here. And indeed, I met you, and even Virgil appeared beside you.”

Uh, Carly looked disgusted as if she had seen something disgusting. Where did this madman come from? Who is he talking to?

The air suddenly became quiet, but Dante's voice was not quiet, and those inside the room could hear it clearly.

The three who heard the outrageous remarks were also stunned. Don Quixote's first reaction was to observe the expression of his supervisor. He saw the black-haired youth looking around, and then, combined with Virgil's expression, he was horrified to discover that the center of this outrageous remark was himself.

He pointed tremblingly at himself and asked, "Me...me?"

At the same time, his pleading gaze drifted toward Virgilius, hoping to get an answer from the guide, who was probably an outsider in the group.

The guide nodded silently, indicating his affirmation: Yes, it's you.

Thank you, Virgilius.

He asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up, "Who is he?"

"I am his superpower. His name is Dante."

Oh wow, what a coincidence!

Still unable to break through Carly's defenses, Dante, blocked outside the door, watched the two people whispering amongst themselves and felt an urge to devour them, specifically his superpower—his other half! His!

Ultimately, Dante managed to enter the house thanks to Virgilius's connections. The woman was too guarded; it was impossible to break through using physical skills.

"Dante, hello, I am also Dante." Having received permission, Dante straightened his clothes and smiled at his own torso.

"This is my special ability! Virgil."

Hearing the emphasis on the supernatural ability, I knew that Virgilius had been expelled from humanity, so there was no need to repeat it.

Guide, you're in a terrible situation.

Dante wanted to sit next to X, but found that X was sandwiched between Don Quixote and Carly on either side, so he had to give up and sit opposite him. He couldn't sit on the black-haired youth's lap.

Now X can finally ask his own question. They've been using a term that's way beyond their comprehension, so he asks, "What is a superpower? Is it a type of EGO?"

Dante tilted his head in confusion, "A superpower is a superpower, isn't it?"