Chapter 53

Time goes back to when Shibuzawa Ryuhiko decisively sold out his teammates and contacted Fyodor for a meeting.

"Okay, I look forward to meeting you." Fyodor's soft and silky voice was extremely deceptive. If someone who didn't know the situation heard it, they would probably think that the person on the other end of the communicator had a very good relationship with Fyodor. However, the reality was just the opposite.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Fyodor calmly hung up the call from Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Seeing this, Ivan Goncharov, who was dressed in butler's clothes, asked worriedly, "Master, is the plan not going well?"

Fyodor, who was called, ignored Ivan. He was immersed in his own thoughts and subconsciously bit the first knuckle of his index finger.

This was Fyodor's habitual action when he was in a brain storm. As a long-time aide to Fyodor, Ivan naturally understood this very well, so he was very tactful and kept his mouth shut so as not to disturb his master's thinking space.

Ivan did not just wait. He moved to the tea room at the side like a nimble butterfly and prepared afternoon tea for his great master.

By the time Ivan came out of the tea room with the tray, Fyodor had stopped chewing his index finger.

Apparently his great master had come up with a countermeasure. Ivan pinched his fingers that were shaking with excitement, tried to maintain the demeanor of a qualified butler, and poured tea for his great master with agility and grace.

The clear and transparent tea in the white porcelain cup rippled slightly, and paired with the still warm snacks that Ivan had just brought to the small round table, a delicious and exquisite afternoon tea appeared in front of Fyodor.

Fyodor sat down at the small round table as usual and gave Ivan a polite smile as he pulled out a chair for him: "Thank you."

Looking at the gentle smile on the master's face, Ivan, the fanatical fanboy, fell into a panic in his head. He clamped his legs with a flushed face and said in a trembling voice: "No...Master does not need to thank me, Ivan is willing to do anything for the master~"

Fyodor ignored Ivan's strange reaction, as if he didn't hear Ivan's surging tone or see Ivan's flushed cheeks. He calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip, then sighed: "You still understand my taste."

After hearing this, Ivan was completely overwhelmed. He was so excited that he almost fainted. Fortunately, his reason reminded him that his great master did not like useless guys, which allowed him to successfully overcome the dizziness brought about by this huge sense of happiness.

Fyodor stared at the excited Ivan with a false smile on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He just thought coldly in his heart: Ivan's ability is still very useful, and it is necessary to add fuel to the fire when necessary to ensure his loyalty.

As the afternoon tea with a strange atmosphere came to an end, Fyodor raised his eyes and looked at Ivan who was standing quietly beside him.

Ivan, who was always paying attention to his master's movements, immediately received the signal. He stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Master, what do you want?"

"I have a date later, and I hope you can dress up as me." Fyodor picked up the napkin beside him and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, I'm happy to help you." Ivan responded without any hesitation.

Obviously, for Ivan, who has been brainwashed to the point of losing himself, even if Fyodor ordered him to commit suicide on the spot, he would probably be willing to die.

Fyodor raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, seemingly looking tenderly at Ivan who was surrendering at his feet. But if you look closely, you can find that although Fyodor's eyes are looking at Ivan, his eyes reflect nothing, as if there is nothing there.

Fyodor, who noticed that the call from his plastic ally, Ryuhiko Shibuzawa, was unusual, decisively chose to let Ivan help him test the truth.

Although Fyodor is almost 100% sure that this is a trap set specifically for him, the only person in Yokohama...or should I say in Japan, who can make Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, who has special abilities, confess his mistake is Douma, who is suspected to be a transcendent.

However, there is no risk without risk. If he wants to obtain more information about the opponent, he needs to take a little risk. The excitement of walking on a tightrope makes Fyodor feel unable to stop. Let him see with his own eyes what Douma's ability is.

So, when the tall man wearing a Cossack hat and a black fur-collared cape walked into the agreed coffee shop, the lower-level members who were lying in ambush nearby and changed into ordinary clothes received the signal and rushed forward, but were blown away by the earth spikes that rose from the ground.

This is exactly Ivan Goncharov's special ability [Cliff]. Douma and Dazai Osamu, who were sitting in the street-facing seats in the restaurant opposite, happened to see this scene.

As a time traveler who has read the original novel, Douma immediately sees through the fact that the visitor is a fake. Among the members of the "Rat of the Dead House" who appeared in the third season, one has the ability to attack with earth and rocks.

Douma, who noticed something was wrong, glanced at Dazai, who was still calm. He didn't know whether Dazai knew that the person caught in the trap they set was not the right one, so he could only bite the bullet and remind him: "That person is not the demon Fyodor."

Dazai Osamu recalled the information he had found about the demon Fyodor and said firmly, "I guessed it, but I think he must be nearby and can see this place."

Douma thought about the character of Fyodor in the original novel who was not afraid of getting involved in a lively situation, and he agreed with this deeply. Then he turned a questioning look to Dazai Osamu who looked calm, as if asking them what they should do next.

However, Dazai Osamu, whose signal was not good, did not receive Douma's message at all. He rested his arms on the table, supporting his still chubby cheeks with his palms. He looked at Douma, who was as steady as a rock and had no intention of making the next move, and asked coldly, "Aren't you going to help Douma-kun? They can't deal with that fake Fyodor, who is a person with special abilities after all."

Just as Dazai Osamu said, a one-sided crushing battle was going on on the street across the window. The well-trained men in black suits appeared out of nowhere and fired bullets at Ivan at the door of the cafe. However, under the protection of his special abilities, Ivan was unharmed and even found time to fight back.

Douma:?! ...Why didn't you tell me earlier!

Douma was so focused on thinking about where Fyodor was that he completely forgot that his men were still fighting Ivan, a person with special abilities.

Fortunately, with sufficient firepower suppression, the lower-level members of the port mafia who were responsible for the siege have not suffered serious casualties. Douma left Dazai Osamu who had no intention of taking action and quickly entered the battlefield.

At this time, no ordinary people were staying in the battlefield. The cafe had already been cleared out by the port mafia, and the citizens of Yokohama who were shopping in nearby stores were leaving the fighting scene as quickly as possible, fearing that they would become innocent victims.

This has become the norm for everyone in Yokohama, which has been in a state of chaos for many years. Anyone who is not used to it has already been killed, especially in the recent period when the dragon war broke out.

Douma, who sensed all of this, sighed helplessly. As expected, Yokohama is a place with simple folk customs and is full of talented people.

The Port Mafia, which is also full of talents, quickly evacuated the scene after discovering that Douma had joined the battlefield. They skillfully left the battlefield to Douma and Ivan, who are people with special abilities. This shows that they are well-trained.

The gunfire stopped. Ivan opened the earth wall that was wrapped around him, identified the person, and then stared at the man with long oak-white hair who suddenly appeared with jealous eyes: "Are you Douma?"

"It's me." Douma nodded in acknowledgement. He felt a little puzzled by Ivan's stare, and subconsciously responded to this strange man with his omnipotent smile.

Ivan obviously didn't need Douma's answer at all. He just looked up and down at the smiling man in front of him unwillingly, and his tone was full of the sour taste of lemon: "The master pays attention to you."

"?" Douma slowly asked a question. Why did the tone sound like someone vying for favor? Was it his illusion? Did he walk out of the set?

Just when Douma was at a loss, Ivan's attack had already begun, which made Douma feel relaxed. It was a familiar style of painting and a familiar taste.

Ivan, who wanted to prove himself very useful, did not hold back. The ground began to crack, and with the help of his special ability, the soil blocks gathered into a two-story-high stone giant, and quickly integrated itself into it to prevent being attacked.

A fist that was almost as tall as Douma hit him without mercy.

Douma naturally couldn't just stand there and wait to be hit. Although his defense was very high, it would be a foolish thing for a villain boss to not dodge and resist the attack. He dodged the attack of the Stone Giant with a kick of his foot, and the attack that missed him created a deep hole in the ground.

"You are not the only one who can create a giant." Douma took out his fan to block the flying dust, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Blood Demon Art, Mist Ice, Water Lotus Bodhisattva."

With the friendly sponsorship of Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, Douma's abilities, which have been supplemented with a large number of supernatural powers, have achieved a qualitative leap.

According to the setting of the cannibal ghost, in addition to obtaining more ghost blood from Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan, one can also become stronger by eating humans. Although Douma did not really eat humans, the ability crystals equivalent to hundreds of thin blood are more powerful than eating humans.

Douma's [Blood Demon Art] was greatly enhanced because of this. An Ice Bodhisattva that was several times taller than the Stone Giant created by Ivan appeared in front of everyone. Then, under Douma's command, it slammed the Stone Giant hard, knocking it directly into the ground. Naturally, Ivan, who was hiding inside, was not spared and was knocked unconscious.

No matter how many tricks you have, they are useless in the face of overwhelming strength. Douma thought so after defeating the enemy with one strike, but he didn't notice that a black mud spirit had come up from behind him.

Dazai Osamu suddenly had an idea and quietly loosened the fingers that were pinching Douma's hair. His iris-colored eyes, which always had no highlights, were now surprisingly bright, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Douma, who was being stared at by the black mud spirit, turned around belatedly and found that Dazai Osamu was actually right behind him. His heart suddenly jumped and he took a step back to distance himself from Dazai Osamu, and asked defensively: "What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything~" Dazai Osamu raised his hands with a smile, indicating that he was innocent.

Douma: That smile... He must have done something good!