Chapter 81 About Hunting
Watching Rimbaud pull the blond man out to examine him, the supervisor remained silent, deep in thought, utterly perplexed.
Is this a staged accident scam?
Rimbaud was also startled by Verlaine's sudden collapse. He could feel his supernatural abilities being completely suppressed, and he knew that the supervisor was testing the newly made reverse Kabbalah suppressor.
But... what's going on with Paul? Could it be that even the Warcraft Vivere is being suppressed?
That's impossible. Vivier's energy level is almost comparable to that of an A-level employee in the company. How could it be suppressed so completely?
But Rimbaud could sense that Paul's heart had already stopped beating, and in a little while he would probably be completely cold.
The supervisor glanced at the screen, then at the suppressor in his hand, and felt it was highly suspicious. He turned the button all the way back to its original position, turning the suppressor off.
Just as Rimbaud felt his powers being reactivated, he saw Verlaine in his arms take a deep breath and then uncontrollably tilt his head and cough.
As the inhibitions weakened, he came back to life.
“Paul, what’s going on? How could you…” was completely suppressed.
Before he could finish speaking, his former partner, who had tied her long curly hair into a bun, abruptly stopped.
As he got closer, he sensed that the superpower operating in this artificial body was not the powerful and savage monster, but another, somewhat weak, nested singularity superpower, like a lamp in the wind.
As the same person, he could clearly sense the source of the singularity, which was his own "colorful painting collection"—no, this could only be considered the afterglow of the "colorful painting collection."
What did Rimbaud not understand? This was probably the last gift he gave Verlaine, his last chance to survive.
"You've failed, Paul." He opened the "door," but lost Vivier along with it.
"You came to this country because of Chuuya-kun, didn't you? Did he defeat you?"
"Rimbaud, you are still... no matter which version of you you are, you are always the same."
The fallen Norse god looked at Rimbaud, who was not his own, with concern in his eyes, and in the end, could only utter words that sounded somewhat like complaints.
However, Rimbaud, who belonged to him, has disappeared forever, while this person is still alive.
“Come on, Paul, you can’t stay here any longer. The supervisor needs to test the suppressor’s strength. You’ll die if you stay here any longer.”
Even if the singularity formed by "his" supernatural ability provides him with energy, the body that maintains "Verlaine" will collapse.
What use will your special abilities be then?
Verlaine didn't move. After the initial nostalgia, his question naturally surfaced: "Why don't you go back to France, but stay here?"
The fact that he knows himself proves that he is a Rimbaud whose memories have been restored, so his actions should follow the same trajectory as his partner.
But he is still alive, not as a quasi-executive in the Port Mafia, but in this underground institution that resembles a research institute. According to X, he even built this place himself.
“In fact, I failed as well,” Rimbaud, with his hair in a bun, led the blond youth toward the elevator, his tone calm and devoid of any particular emotion. “I suppose I was the same in this world, trying to read Chuuya-kun.”
"He died there."
Verlaine, who combined the roles of brother and partner, heralded the end of Rimbaud's story in this world.
"Was I killed by Chuuya-kun?"
When Rimbaud heard this, he was somewhat surprised. After all, if it weren't for "Snow White's Apple" interfering, it would only have been a matter of time before he could read Nakahara Chuuya's special ability.
If there are no supernatural beings in this world, how could he have died?
“You saw those three birds outside, Paul?” Rimbaud didn’t wait for Verlaine’s reply, nor did he ask about the details of his death; instead, he changed the subject.
Verlaine knew all too well about the birds outside; his forehead was still throbbing slightly.
“Those are not ordinary birds; we call them anomalies.”
Rimbaud turned his head to look at Verlaine, who was touching his forehead for some reason, and continued speaking.
"Don't be fooled by their docile appearance now. Each of them can be seen as a Vivier with the door open. They may differ slightly in strength, but their destructive power is about the same."
"I was defeated by their own kind, who has a lovely name—Snow White's Apple."
Rimbaud still remembers that bone-deep, chilling pain. Although he experienced countless corrosive injuries while working afterward, none were as unforgettable as that one.
"He obeyed the master's orders and defeated me. The master spared my life, but I ended up in his hands."
"However, I am not working for him now because I am not forced. I feel that guarding these anomalies is the best protection for my motherland."
Verlaine looked at this man who was completely different from the one he remembered. He didn't even seem like his partner anymore. This man's core had changed.
"Have you found a new meaning?" the god, who had only recently gained human hearts, asked his former partner and mentor.
The other person smiled slightly: "Paul, I'm glad you think that way. You don't have to dwell on the past. Go and enjoy a brand new life. But you should go up now."
Verlaine then realized they had arrived at the elevator X had brought him down from. Rimbaud waved to him as the elevator doors closed.
Rimbaud first marveled at how much his child had grown up, and then said that he had to go to work.
He also needed to cooperate with his supervisor to test the strength of the reverse Kabbalah inhibitor. He had almost been worn away by his life at Lobotomy Corporation, losing the last bit of his French nature.
What is being sentimental? Can it enhance one's supernatural abilities and allow one to defeat more supernatural entities?
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Mori Ougai really wanted to slap himself. Why was he making such pointless pronouncements? Wouldn't it be better if Yokohama were more peaceful?
Who knew that the wealthy superpowered individual would suddenly disappear in Yokohama, and even the money from that illicit business was taken away by an unknown person.
The entire Kanto region is in chaos. No one knows where the news came from, but organizations of all sizes have flocked to Yokohama, trying to find that money.
After all, no one can digest so many assets in such a short time; every little bit helps.
However, with the influx of outsiders, a rather strange story began to circulate in Yokohama.
It was a bird with golden feathers, its feathers as brilliant as gold and as fiery as fire.
By obtaining even a single feather from it, you can gain unprecedented wealth.
This sounds like just an ordinary bedtime story, but it has caused a sensation among outsiders.
I don't know where the rumor came from, but it's said that the bird with its dazzling feathers is actually a product of the supernatural abilities of that unknown tycoon.
If you can get it, you can get all his wealth. His money disappeared because it turned into that bird.
This statement was not unfounded; rather, they had indeed seen a bird with incredibly beautiful feathers, somewhat resembling the legendary phoenix.
But the bird is not just all show; its feathers are scorching hot, and the intense heat even burned a group of "lucky" birds that approached it, blinding them.
A group of blind people are naturally unable to continue pursuing wealth, and even lose their original status.
This incident dampened the enthusiasm for the hunt, but it strengthened the resolve of the remaining members of the group; the bird was truly unique.
Even if it has nothing to do with the wealth of that superpowered person, its value would certainly not be low, and the bird that was chased was eventually named "Golden Feather".
He eventually arrived in Yokohama. No one knew that "Golden Feather" was actually a poor, blind little bird. He left the company with the rest of the birds, but unlike his blind companions, he did not have any special senses.
Tallbird strolled away on its own, without looking back, leaving step by step to find its companions in the Black Forest.
But He is always alone, though He enjoys the feeling of being hunted. In any case, someone will eventually find Him as "prey," and He is always very patient.
X had no idea that the buyer's money would have such power, bringing in a bunch of outsiders. He was just supervising the work, while the workers were the big birds and the little birds.
This job originally belonged to Tallbird, who, as the most reliable bird in the Black Forest, watched over the two balls every day.
A few days later, the plan began to show results, but the results were not quite right for the right people. The tall bird itself had become thinner, and its already somewhat ruffled feathers had become even duller, while the birds that were supposed to be the subjects of the plan, the big bird and the little bird, remained the same spherical shape.
X took on this task, and the tall bird continued to walk the bird. If things went wrong, it might turn into a feathered bird trunk in a while.
At night, the supervisor, carrying a lantern, took the two birds out for a stroll as usual, specifically to the nearby forest, where there was no one around and they could roam freely, which also served as a patrol.
A giant bird, Ball Ball, trotted along ahead, even though there were no other animals around. Its round body and bright yellow eyes were constantly scanning the surrounding environment.
The ground trembled with each step the large bird took. The punitive bird flew low, its pure white plumage making it inconspicuous.
There were clearly two birds and a person, but all of the larger bird's eyes were looking forward and to the sides, leaving only a charred patch on its tail. In the shadows cast by the forest, it was impossible to see this bird, which was not small at all.
It looked like X was wandering alone in the forest late at night with a lamp in hand.
This place, which both the Special Abilities Bureau and the Port Mafia try to avoid, happens to have a loophole left for outside forces.
The Takahashi-kai originated in Chiba Prefecture and was just a small organization. They didn't have the courage to directly compete with larger organizations for the inheritance and the "Golden Feather".
However, their leader knew exactly what it meant to "find a bargain," so he had investigated the chaotic Yokohama area early on and set his sights on this forest, which could be described as a pristine place.
What is a "golden feather"? It's a bird!
Birds all yearn for the forest. As long as they lie in ambush in the forest early on, how can they not catch birds?
On the first day of their stakeout, they spotted a strange man who didn't sleep at night, wandering aimlessly through the forest carrying a bizarrely shaped lantern-like object.
The person sitting in the tree felt something was wrong as they looked around. Why were the leaves swaying when there was no wind?
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Author's Note: Guess why large organizations don't come to this forest?
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