Chapter 101
Thus, a catastrophe that threatened the entire human civilization came to a complete end before nightfall.
The unfortunate vampire count Bram, who was tricked, was finally restored to his original state after the holy sword was pulled out of his body with the help of Dazai Osamu. He successfully regained his superpowers and transformed his vampire followers back into humans.
The legendary holy sword has now pierced through this unlucky and easily deceived vampire count from bottom to top. Not only has the part below his chest disappeared, but the tip of the sword has also extended into roots like a tree canopy, firmly embedded in his brain.
In Bram’s words, “Forcibly pulling it out would be extremely painful.”
But as soon as Dazai Osamu grasped the hilt of the holy sword, the weapon's inherent supernatural effects were forcibly nullified, and the mutated tip of the sword returned to its original state, making it extremely easy to pull out.
Dazai Osamu, holding the holy sword high, even shouted in a lively tone, "Cool, Sword in the Stone—", and the rescued Bram looked at him for a long time with a look that seemed to want to thank him but was also choked up.
It must be said that Dazai's nullification ability may not add much to his own combat power, but it is extremely useful when dealing with special events related to various abilities.
No wonder Commander Taneda was so interested in him, repeatedly trying to invite him to join the Special Ability Department—although so far, Dazai's answer has always been to refuse.
To make him accept a government job and work for those corrupt politicians? Absolutely not!
As for [Hound] and the president, when they saw Ye Yihe use two swords to pierce through Fukuchi Sakura, creating [Kamito Ame Gozen] surrounded by overlapping torii gates, they were almost both stunned into silence—the president even shouted in extreme anger, "Fyodor, what do you want to do!"
Fortunately, when Ye Yihe discovered that the system could not exist independently of human consciousness in that divine body, he immediately used the Holy Sword to recreate the Fudi Yingchi personality that originally existed in this body.
"I'm sorry, this is all I can do to restore your consciousness. You cannot use the power of this body on your own. Observation and judgment will be handled by the one that exists in your mind."
Ye Yihe said, "I am not comfortable entrusting the power of conviction and judgment to human beings."
Most importantly, it is impossible for all of humanity to reach a consensus on the criteria for judging [sinners].
Not to mention that Fukuchi Sakura himself does not possess omniscience. Not to mention that he still needs to do things like investigation and evidence collection... If the judgment on the target's crime is biased due to incomplete information, it becomes a wanton murder in which personal will overrides the weak.
Xiao Ai is different. It is a subprogram derived from the high-dimensional main system of the "Multidimensional Life Civilization Preservation Device". With the support of its huge computing power, the fourth-dimensional monitoring ability it has obtained can even transcend time and space, which has far exceeded the upper limit of the technology and human consciousness level of this world.
A system that is neither blinded nor swayed by excessive emotions, and that always objectively and accurately monitors and judges whether something poses a threat to human civilization, is the "divine consciousness" that Ye Yihe can truly entrust with the "Purification of Sinners Plan."
Originally, without Xiao Ai's help, although Ye Yihe was determined to use [God-Man Rain Gozen] to realize his idea, it was far less reassuring than it is now.
The reason for this was that Ye Yihe knew that if he did not provide another solution for [purifying sins], Fyodor would never give up pursuing his ideals.
This time, he was only able to barely get ahead of Fyodor by relying on the information gap and the help of Dazai and the others; next time, when Fyodor makes a plan, he will only be more cautious and leave no trace.
Besides, it wasn't that he disagreed with Fyodor's viewpoint, but he had reservations about the extreme interpretation of it... that all of humanity, including Fyodor, should die, leaving only him?
Is the plan to let him live out his remaining years alone?
The more Ye Yihe thought about it, the more unbearable it became.
In conclusion, Fukuchi Sakura, who was resurrected as the "God-Man Ame-Gozen," did not object to Ye Yihe's actions and even sincerely expressed her gratitude to him.
After briefly bidding farewell to his friends and subordinates, the figure floating in the air disappeared from the spot.
This time, the blessed land of Sakura, who is willing to sacrifice herself, will truly use her own hands to reach a peaceful future many years from now.
"That can be considered a complete elimination of war," Ye Yihe thought.
After all, the larger the war, the greater the threat it poses to human civilization, and it is definitely within the scope of the system's monitoring.
Besides, Xiao Ai isn't some stupid system that only identifies the person ordered to kill without looking for the mastermind behind it—it can trace back to the source based on the calculation results!
Otherwise, it wouldn't have directly targeted Fyodor as the anchor point to avert the catastrophe in the first place.
Of course, Ye Yihe would never reveal a single detail about the existence of Xiao Ai to outsiders.
Even when explaining why he obtained a physical body, Ye Yihe could speak fluently and without batting an eye.
"It's probably because the Tripolar Singularity is under my control. The unprecedented massive energy automatically used the supernatural being as a blueprint to help me construct a physical entity."
No one has studied what functions the three singularities have, so it's just a matter of what he says.
Ye Yihe turned his right hand over, revealing that the back of his hand was empty, indicating that he had now completely broken away from Fyodor's existence.
After hearing all this, Fyodor finally let out a soft laugh, gentle and slow, like a grand cello performance of a sacred hymn finally reaching its melodious end.
Congratulations again.
Ye Yihe lowered his hand and finished his sentence with the second half of a phrase he had only heard once recently.
"Congratulations on my... victory?"
"yes."
Fyodor smiled, lowered his eyes, and raised his hands, gesturing for his messiah to look at the handcuffs—at this moment, they symbolized a much deeper meaning, far beyond what could be encompassed by the outcome of a mere contest.
"You've successfully captured me,"
"Permanent".
…………
After the crisis was resolved, apart from a huge mess that required the president to deal with by negotiating with the government and having to drag him into verbal battles from time to time, Ye Yihe had almost no worries.
Ranpo was having so much fun at the detective competition in England that he almost didn't want to come back.
He said it was because he encountered a very interesting opponent in the detective competition, who actually brought a live raccoon to the competition! Not a doll, though!
"President—President—I also want to get a pet, what do you think of a koala!"
"Not very good."
The president coldly rejected Ranpo's attempts to be affectionate.
He can't even take care of himself. To this day, he doesn't know the way when he goes out to handle cases. He always needs Rimbaud to take him to ride the tram, buy him snacks, deal with clients whose self-esteem has been hurt by him and who then retaliate, and so on.
Fortunately, even during his amnesia, Rimbaud had a good personality and never found it troublesome.
As for Verlaine, he had just appeared alongside Mary Shelley at Heathrow Airport in London, England, when Agatha Christie, upon seeing the surveillance footage, lost her composure and knocked over her teacup.
Her dear little Mary, look what horrible things she brought back from those two trips—a [demon] is one thing, but an [assassin king]!?
That was a humanoid calamity that could easily kill the Queen of England even under the strict guard of the [Clock Tower Attendants] elites!
Agatha Christie racked her brains, weighed the options, and planned meticulously, but in the end, she had no choice but to arrange a deal with Verlaine—Verlaine would exchange his inaction for Britain ignoring his existence.
She sighed deeply, feeling that even the black tea in her hand no longer smelled good.
"Hey, is this your new hat?"
Mary Shelley, completely unaware of the immense psychological pressure Agatha Christie was under, could be described as carefree. She turned around with her bag on her back and found Verlaine, who had taken two pieces of luggage, carrying a short-brimmed soft hat.
One was her enormous suitcase, which was used to pack Adam's belongings, and the other was a briefcase containing Verlaine's personal items.
“It was a birthday present that Rimbaud gave me before.”
Verlaine put the hat, which held special significance for him, on his head and adjusted its position slightly.
"[Wild Ba Tu] lost it when it went berserk, and I didn't expect it to be with Rimbaud. He gave it back to me before I left."
"I see……"
Mary Shelley sighed softly and asked him, "Aren't you going to find Rimbaud? The detective competition isn't far away; you can get there quickly if you want."
“No rush,” Verlaine smiled. “He and I are no longer intelligence partners under the French Special Operations Directorate, so we don’t need to be together all the time.”
"Furthermore, I would like to spend some time with you before the trip I arranged with him begins."
He said it without any hesitation.
"I want to experience... what it feels like to be able to stay by my mother's side."
Mary Shelley's face instantly turned bright red. "Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want, but don't suddenly say that name out loud!"
She'll be so embarrassed! Verlaine looks several years older than her!
Thanks to Fedati's words back then, she was very careful with the suffixes she set for Adam's titles, always using "Doctor" or "Sir"... absolutely no titles like "[Shelley's Mother]" that crossed her line of shame!
Verlaine chuckled softly, his pale iris eyes, which were as beautiful as amber in the sunlight, radiating a clear and joyful light as he looked at her.
But let's rewind to this moment when everything has settled down, and Pushkin and Ivan have finally returned to the small building from abroad—
"Why have you gotten so dark?!"
When Chuuya opened the door, he was shocked to see Pushkin's skin, which was eight shades darker from the sun.
He wasn't particularly dark-skinned; his tanned, honey-brown skin, accentuated by his well-defined muscles, actually gave him a sharp, masculine air... However, compared to Ivan, whose skin remained fair, and to Pushkin in his memory, he was still quite striking.
"Didn't you go to Russia? Is the Russian sun really that strong?"
Pushkin went out for a run every afternoon in Japan, and he never got this tanned!
"Heh, what Russia?"
Pushkin forced a dry laugh, "That Ivan guy is taking me on a trek through the Middle Eastern desert."
There was no obvious accusation in his words; he was probably so saddened that he had resigned himself to his fate.
"..." Chuuya asked curiously, "Then why didn't Ivan get a tan?"
"He could create a protective layer out of sand, both insulating and blocking out the light," Pushkin said, waving his hand dismissively. "When he didn't want to walk, he could even conjure a giant to carry him."
Chuuya: "…………"
To be able to talk about this so casually is truly remarkable. Pushkin must have reached another level, both spiritually and physically.
"I was originally going to Russia, but after receiving a call from Dazai-kun, I changed my plans and went to the Middle East to look for a certain superhuman."
Amidst the astonished and admiring gazes of the others, Ivan finally spoke up to explain, "His appearance was at a rather unusual time. Although his superpower is not very aggressive, it is more dangerous than many other superpowers."
Chuuya raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"
"It was Commander Taneda who secretly told me the clue," Dazai Osamu said lazily, sprawled on the back of the sofa. "He said that they found a superhuman matching my description in a human trafficking group in the Middle East."
This was a backup plan he had guessed Fyodor would prepare, and he didn't expect it to actually exist... although it's no longer needed now.
“This is him. Let me introduce him briefly,” Pushkin stepped aside, revealing the rather nervous guest. “He is Sigmar.”
"Hello...you guys." Sigma, with his rare two-tone hair that was parted in white and purple, nervously raised his hand to greet them.
"Oh, hello there." Chuuya readily agreed and let him in.
"Where's the boss?" Pushkinsor looked around. "Didn't they say he won? When I came back, the vampires were gone."
He'd come up with a whole bunch of compliments... no, sweet talk... no, compliments... that's right, he'd prepared a whole bunch of compliments to please his boss, hoping to get a little reward in return!
"You mean Fei Jia? She's not here."
Upon hearing this question, Chuuya also twitched the corner of his mouth.
"After lunch, he went to the superhuman cell and is playing the cello for your other boss."
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