Chapter 94 About Personality Cards

Their evacuation is in its final stages. Now, only X and Adam, along with Dazai Osamu, who belongs to the Port Mafia, remain at the branch.

Dazai Osamu from Lobotomy Corporation has already returned. After X and Adam leave, he will be in charge of this passage.

It doesn't matter whether you keep it or destroy it, since the channel is bidirectional. As long as one side is closed, the device cannot start properly.

At this time, Dazai Osamu also witnessed the entire process of the "great transformation of a living person".

X picked up the three personality cards, and sure enough, they weren't true counterparts, but merely projections of the mirror world.

Otherwise, there should be six people here, not just three. If he had found all six people in his world, he would probably be waiting for six personality cards now.

"Heh, so you're still here, Dante."

The wielder, sitting on the central hammer, looked at the black-haired youth who was still holding something in his hands, clearly caught off guard by their arrival.

"Where is Sinclair of Faust? Where did he go?"

The white-haired wielder looked around and finally found the personality card representing the prospective wielder of Company N on the ground.

"Ah... was Faust the same? Dante?"

Dazai Osamu watched as this foreign woman, who called herself Faust, acted as if she knew X very well, and wondered why she called X Dante.

He noticed that Mr. Lantang's reaction was a bit strange that day, and finally, after much pleading, or rather, because Mr. Lantang didn't consider it a secret at all, he told him directly.

Regarding the idea that Dante was the Italian transcendent.

Is it simply a coincidence of names... or is there some connection between him and that transcendent being far away in Europe?

Meanwhile, the black-haired youth had already reached out to the one who held the reins, and the white-haired woman, who should have been full of doubt, showed no sign of resistance.

"As expected, we are no longer in the city; Faust is just a projection."

"I haven't found Faust yet."

"Is that so? Haha..." The one who held the reins seemed to have heard something amusing and let out a somewhat morbid laugh. "Then you must find Faust as soon as possible, and then call me again, Dante."

"Then we will witness Faust's journey to becoming a perfect man together with Sinclair of Faust."

As she spoke, she placed her hand on X's hand and vanished from the spot, leaving behind a personality card that was almost identical to that of the Quasi-Holder.

"Follow the will of the one in power."

The devout hammer followed closely in the footsteps of the wielder and also became a personality card. Before transforming, it also woke up the little hammer that had been knocked unconscious.

Little Hammer, who had jumped up instinctively, was startled by the disappearance of Middle Hammer. He swallowed the doctrine that was about to slip out of his mouth and stood there dumbfounded.

Seeing the two cards in X's hand depicting the wielder and the hammer, Little Hammer instinctively followed Luo Jia's earlier actions and placed his hand into the black-haired youth's hand.

X had assumed that Little Hammer would become a two-light personality card like his companions, but to his surprise, the card representing the Wild Hunt in his pocket was slightly warm, resonating with Little Hammer.

With a crisp sound of shattering glass, the hammer vanished from its spot, leaving nothing behind—no personality card, no Heathcliff, not even a hair or a nail for X.

X thought about the temperature earlier and planned to take out the Wild Hunt card to see if there had been any changes, but... nothing. The Wild Hunt Heathcliff card that he had put in his pocket was gone, and now there was only Don Quixote and Binah from Raman's territory.

His young mistress, Geka, is missing! Not only has he not gotten a new one, but even the original one is gone!

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Everything seemed to be back on track. The supervisor returned to the company, and Abram managed to hide in the small room in the construction department with Carmen. Adam was still interfering with X's work.

But Mr. X felt he had forgotten something... What was it?

He didn't remember until Angela showed him a bullet she'd found in his pocket and asked him about it.

Curaçao! He forgot about her!

Right, he only kept her around because of that bullet. Once he got back to the company, he turned into a corporate slave and completely forgot about it.

Adam remembered, but he didn't say anything. He just watched to see when the man would remember, but even when Angela came to ask, he still couldn't remember.

There's no hope for X's memory. Adam secretly observed that his own memory shouldn't be this bad. What went wrong?

The clock that once took over the head said it was just passing by and had absolutely nothing to do with it; it was just an innocent little clock, hehe.

Curaçao breathed a sigh of relief when the second shoe finally dropped. Even though Sinclair kept saying that the man was a good person, it couldn't shake her first impression of X.

Rather, she was more inclined to believe that Sinclair had been deceived by the mastermind behind the scenes, who... in any case did not match the image described by the silly Sinclair.

How could he possibly be a kind-hearted person? It would be good enough if he didn't squeeze every last bit of value out of people and then throw them away.

Since Curaçao was also brought back by X, before the supervisor gave any confirmation, she was assigned to the records department according to standard procedure, and became colleagues with Vermouth and Calvados again.

Then she witnessed a series of actions by the "good man" Sinclair had described, an attitude that showed no regard for human life, which even shocked her, a member of the organization.

Sure enough, this man was an absolute master of acting, fooling the naive Englishman.

Curaçao looked at the black-haired youth sitting there, waiting for her with an air of composure. His golden eyes, devoid of any emotion, were fixed on the small bullet in his hand.

“Miss Curaçao, I’m curious,” the unfathomable actress said, raising the bullet and shaking it, the liquid inside making a slight clinking sound, “where did you get Cojito?”

Cojito? What's that?

Curaçao really has to ask herself a question. She only got the bullets from the lab, how would she know what they were? She's not some crazy researcher who fiddles with strange things all day long.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said carefully, trying not to offend the seemingly emotionless young man in front of her. “I got it from the organization’s laboratory.”

"Speaking of which, the newly recruited head of the lab is somewhat similar to you."

After observing the situation for the past few days, Curacao realized that he probably could never go back, so he might as well tell the whole truth and at least not offend the top official.

In this monster-filled underground facility, the golden-eyed young man is the supreme ruler, and no one dares to disobey his decisions.

Curaçao doesn't think she'll be the exception.

The young man in the white coat opposite him twirled the bullet in his hand thoughtfully and spoke, but the person he was talking to was not Curaçao, but Adam, who looked exactly like him except for his hair color.

"Where is Abel?"

The main reason is that all three of them are here. Apart from Ein, only Abel is left among the four Heavenly Kings of the Construction Department. Moreover, what Curaçao said is somewhat similar. If it were really Ein, she would have said the exact same thing.

"You only realized it now?"

Adam spoke with conviction, and since X hadn't asked where Abel was, he had no need to reveal the information beforehand.

For some reason, Adam always manages to make normal conversation sound like a provocation.

Forget it, so what if you guys have a small group?

"Are you going back?" X asked Curaçao.

After all, he wasn't some kind of devil, and Curaçao wasn't there to provoke them. She was just an unlucky girl, as was Rum, except he was even more unlucky, losing his life.

“I have nowhere else to go. If you would allow me, I would like to work for you.”

Have you ever been to school?

Sometimes X really wonders what's wrong with this world. Why does he always ask about education level when hiring? Can't people here just honestly finish their studies?

Why are they working at such a young age?!

“I have learned a lot of knowledge, but I have never been to a regular school.”

"So what are you good at?"

Wow, looking at Curaçao, who's practically a low-budget version of Angela, where did X get this all-around player?

The supervisor gained a true all-rounder, Curaçao, who, as the organization's second-in-command's confidant, was proficient in almost every aspect.

I feel like it's a waste of her talents to have her sit in an office; she should be an employee!

After Curaçao left, X looked at Adam, who seemed unusual among the onlookers, and asked, "Where is Abel?"

How could the King of the Construction Department be wandering around outside?

"This is part of your test."

I understand. When the time comes, Abel will show up on his own and cause some trouble.

However... now, more than Abel, who simply doesn't know where his remaining sinners are, he is curious about where they are.

It can't possibly be like the nail and the hammer, still standing, right?

Achoo!

The young man with dark skin rubbed his nose and looked around suspiciously, wondering if someone was cursing at him.

"What's wrong, Heath?"

The dignified woman with long brown hair asked Heathcliff, who was sitting opposite her.

"It's nothing, Cathy, you might have caught a slight cold."

Heathcliff clearly didn't know that as a superpowered individual, he couldn't catch a cold.

Catherine simply smiled and didn't bring it up.

"Speaking of which, is it alright for you not to go looking for your companions?"

"..."

When his companions were mentioned, the young man, who had been smiling, fell silent.

"How is the new tea this time? Is it delicious?"

A dark-haired woman who looked remarkably like Catherine walked over with a smile and sat down to one side.

"Oh dear, did you two have a fight? The atmosphere is so tense."

Heathcliff saw Nelly's shadow in Emily more than once, and he awkwardly changed the subject.

"nothing."

“No, your heart tells me what you are troubled by,” the young woman looked at the unrepentant superpower with a motherly gaze, “Let us see what our Heath is troubled by.”

Heathcliff is a recent addition to the group, and Emily, as the mistress of Wuthering Heights, sensed the change in her powers immediately.

At the same time, she also sensed the young boy's inner turmoil and... his attachment to his manifested superpowers.

Sure enough, leaving the two of them alone was effective. Now we can see that, for some reason, her supernatural abilities always kept her at a distance, whether it was Catherine or the newly appeared Heathcliff.

She had been advised by Duchess Christie more than once to be more mindful of her supernatural abilities, but why?

Humans are born free, so why should her special abilities be restricted?

However... she decided to listen to the children's troubles anyway.

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Author's note: Everyone be careful of the changing weather, and take care not to catch a cold. I mailed it out today [crying][crying]