Wreck-It Ralph

"Alright! Let's officially begin the first Battle Tournament of the Five Signs of Decay of the Celestials!"

"Why is it the first time?"

Chuuya sat in the reception room, looking somewhat puzzled. The words in the air suggested that the organization had existed for a long time, or at least that this was not the first time.

"Maybe it's because it's the first time all five of us have gathered together...?"

Sigma, sitting next to Chuuya, spoke softly.

"Bingo, you got it right!"

Gogol snapped his fingers, drawing the attention of the two men.

"After all, there aren't many times when we can get together like this."

With a smile, Tuosi added, holding the notebook he'd been carrying lately, "If we disregard the occasion and everyone's status, it looks like an afternoon tea gathering among friends."

Chuuya's lips twitched at the absurd answer. He didn't believe a word of what they said and his gaze shifted to the pale-faced, long-haired man he was meeting for the first time.

His thoughts drifted away. Dostoevsky really is a white-haired freak. From what he saw when he woke up, everyone except himself and Dostoevsky seemed to have white hair. Even Sigma had half his hair white. So, would the last person besides himself also have white hair?

"Now, here's the question! Listen to the question: What are you thinking about right now, Chuuya-kun, as you drift off into thought?"

After saying that, Gogol rolled up a notebook he had gotten from who-knows-where into a cylinder and used it as a microphone, then suddenly attacked Zhongye.

"White-haired fetishist..."

"Why are you suddenly asking this kind of question? Aren't we in a meeting?"

He didn't react at first to the sudden question, and answered instinctively. After realizing what had happened, he became slightly annoyed and embarrassed, or in short, he lost his temper.

[Has Xiao Zhong not noticed yet? They're all a bunch of funny people!]

[It's alright, at least Xiao Zhong has discovered the truth about this organization.]

[Chuuya using his ultimate skill at point-blank range, that's interesting.]

Clearly, everyone was intelligent. Although Chuuya didn't specify who it was, they could figure out who the "white-haired fetishist" was referring to, and their gazes suspiciously focused on another person present.

"Wow! A white-haired fetish? That's an interesting term, my dear friend, what do you think?"

"Hmm, it is quite interesting, after all, isn't pure white pretty? But Gogol, it would be even better if you could return my operational plan to me."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Dostoevsky's eyes. "But isn't white pretty?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, but the scene requires it, so I'll just have to borrow it for now."

After saying that, Gogol returned the notebook, which he had slightly curled and deformed, to Dostoevsky, but he clearly did not intend to end the conversation that they had just gotten through. He suddenly leaned closer.

"So, does that mean Dostoevsky is admitting that he's a white-haired fetishist?"

"I never said that. After all, wasn't it Chuuya who first brought this up? If you're really curious, why don't you let Chuuya reveal the answer?"

Dostoevsky did not fall into Gogol's linguistic trap; instead, he passed the buck back to Chuuya, who thought he had escaped unscathed.

Chuuya's lips twitched, and his face darkened. He still couldn't get used to their way of speaking; it was too fast.

"I'm the one who's into white-haired characters, so when can this meeting continue?"

The consequences of one's own actions eventually backfire; there's nothing worse than that.

"Of course, we can do it now. That was just a little warm-up ceremony. At least Chuuya-kun wasn't that tense, right? Our opponents aren't enough to make you all so wary. That would be a real problem for me, since it shows you don't have high hopes for my plan, right?"

[Hmm, is it really a headache? Wasn't this part of your design?]

Chuuya is forced to admit that he's a white-haired girl enthusiast.

[Is this a form of persecution?]

Sigma: Since you're already teasing me, don't tease me anymore.

"How could that be? I always follow your plans strictly."

Gogol, who had already taken his seat, raised his hand to refute, but everyone present who had been harmed twitched their lips in unison.

Chuuya looked up at Dostoevsky, and despite everyone else being speechless, he still managed to maintain a smile on his face.

"Alright, actually, the reason I gathered everyone together today is because I received some interesting intelligence on my phone. The Port Mafia is planning to cooperate with the Detective Agency to deal with us. In order not to let them down, I revised the plan overnight and decided to strike first and catch them off guard. What do you think?"

Dostoevsky's lips curled into a smile as he looked up at Chuuya, and their eyes met.

"I have no objection."

Chuuya replied with a calm expression, then looked away. Was he still being suspected?

Just because I met that guy once, I'm already suspected? That's really interesting.

Dosto gave Chuuya a "harmless" smile, which sent a chill down Chuuya's spine.

"Of course! So when can I, Tuosi-kun, go visit them?!"

Only this guy could describe a mission as a trip; Gogol was raising his hand high, his one eye, which wasn't covered, gleaming with excitement.

"I'm fine with either."

"Um."

The other two people's answers were much more normal. Although it was the expected result, it was the best result. Tuosi smiled happily.

"Since no one objects, let's decide on a battle plan. Although I already have some ideas, I'd still like to hear your opinions."

"We could deliberately sow discord among them, break up their cooperation, and then tell them the truth after defeating them! Or we could plant bombs among ordinary people to cause panic, which would not only shift the blame to the Mafia but also distract them. What do we do? These all seem very feasible; I really want to try them all!"

After hearing Gogol's words, Chuuya was slightly speechless. What a funny guy.

[This Gogol doesn't ride well.]

This civet cat is a real destroyer, isn't it?

Let's take a look at Boss Tuo's plan.

Upon careful consideration, it is actually quite feasible.

But actually, this civet cat was just playing a trick on them. When the real demon appeared, it couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

"Let's hear about Tuosijun's plan first."

Sigma wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Dostoevsky. At least Dostoevsky was still reliable, right...?

"Actually, Gogol's ideas still have some reference value."

Dostoevsky pretended to be thinking, and Chuuya clearly saw Sigma, who was sitting next to him and had been looking away, give Dostoevsky an incredulous look, but quickly looked away.

Then he looked up and stared blankly, looking utterly dejected.

Sigma: Dostoevsky should be reliable, right?

Xiaoxi is still too naive.

[This little boy watching the play is very well-behaved.]

The plan on the surface seems quite ordinary, but I wonder what kind of plan Boss Tuo will have behind the pages of the book later.

[Please write a script where a young Chinese character beats up Dazai Osamu; I want to read it.]

To be honest, I also want to see it...

Let's have some fun, Chuuya!

Chuuya lowered his eyelashes and chuckled lightly, his expression imperceptible. Although he had only exchanged a few glances with that guy, he was already certain that the guy's physical skills were definitely his weakness. What a coincidence! He just happened to want to teach that annoying guy a lesson.

"Let's decide on the groups now. Who will go to the Mafia and who will go to the Detective Agency? After all, it's better to strike first and take them down one by one. That way, we can catch them off guard more easily."

"I want to act together with Chuuya-kun."

The instant Dostoevsky finished speaking, Sigma, contrary to his usual behavior, was the first to raise his hand, his expression tense but firm, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Ah~ Actually, I also wanted to act with Chuuya-kun. With Chuuya-kun's strength, we could definitely blow those five buildings into fireworks!"

Rigulei stood up, placed his hands on the table, and said excitedly. Sigma's lips twitched, and he became even more determined to team up with Chuuya.

“Since Sigma brought it up first, then it’s a pleasant decision. The other two will split up. You should be able to complete the mission of infiltrating the Mafia and creating chaos on your own.”

According to Dostoevsky, creating chaos for the Mafia is as easy as eating and drinking. Chuuya's lips twitched. So nobody cares about his opinion? Gogol lowered his head, trembling uncontrollably. After a long while, a strange laugh escaped his lips. Sigma was ready to run away. He had made up his mind that he was just an ordinary person and had to team up with Chuuya, a normal person. He wasn't sure about his safety if he teamed up with anyone else.

"Isn't this obvious, my dear friend! What am I going to do? I can't wait any longer."

Gogol looked up at Dostoevsky, his eyes filled with undisguised madness and murderous intent.

This Guo Tuo is so good! Don't miss out on this Guo Tuo!

Has anyone asked us at Xiaozhong for our opinion?

This grouping is pretty good too.

[You are being matched with an opponent of similar skill level]

[Detective Agency: so]

I want to see Nakaba beat Dazai up!

When will their memories be restored? Although a direct confrontation would be interesting, I still want to see them fight side by side.

"Since we're already so eager to get started, let's get moving. I still need to refine the battle plan."

Dostoevsky didn't react much to Gogol's reaction; he still had that same smiling expression.

Gogol stared at Dostoevsky for a while, then stood up after a long time, his expression showing some disappointment.

"How boring. One day I'll make you look different, my dear friend."