Chapter 395: Chapter 218: The Returning Person, Urgent Mission
At 10:20 a.m. Japan ti, a torrential downpour started in Minato Ward, Tokyo, at an abandoned train station.
“Ha…”
Ke Mingye took a short rest, only to be awakened by the steady sound of rain.
He yawned as he awoke from the bench, opening his eyes which were filled with the tears of fatigue, and looked up.
What caught his eyes was a dated platform deprived of sunlight. The edges of the square pillars, blunted by the years, bore a sign that read “Tokyo Shiba Park Station No. 7 Viewing Window”.
Ke Mingye sighed, brushed the dust off his pants disdainfully, and cast a glance at the dusty wooden chair under his bottom. After a mont’s thought, considering he was using a puppet and the two people beside him were at a greater disadvantage, he decided not to fuss over it.
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“Are we not leaving?”
Turning his head, he asked the cultural figure, “We’ve already rescued the person, what are we waiting for? If those Magic Girls find us by so thod, wouldn’t we be finished?”
“We’re waiting for soone.”
Fan Quan said this while flipping through “Death of the Gods: The Heretic Julian.”
“Waiting for whom?”
“Ju Zipi.”
Upon hearing this, Ke Mingye paused slightly, “Is he going back to Huanjing with us?”
“Yes,” Fan Quan spoke slowly, “He needs to lay low for a while. He and Top Bull were seen by that Magic Girl while on a mission, so it’s safer to stay in Huanjing for the ti being, just in case.”
“Ah, after one month of hard work to finally beco the top host, and just like that, you summon him back. It feels like you’re not handling things right. Maybe he’s already enjoying his work as a host.”
“No rush, let him return to Japan after this blows over.”
Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow, “Uh… so Comrade Ju Zipi is just temporarily reassigned?”
“Of course.”
“Then that’s fine, the legend of Broken Orange, the top host of Black Tengu Club, continues.”
“Can’t we just stop waiting for him? I want to rush ho and lie down,” a voice weak as a whisper ca from the side.
The two n turned their gaze toward her.
Qing ng leaned half over the armrest of the public bench, one hand on her chest and the other supporting her on the armrest, retching with a ghastly pale face toward the ground.
Not long before, in the Alliance building, she had been caught up in Ke Mingye’s abrupt hundred-ter aerial descent and then Fan Quan’s mid-air spatial shift.
Even for a player like her, whose overall abilities were well beyond that of an ordinary person, it was inevitable to feel dizzy and see stars.
As a result, even after a ten-minute break, the world in front of her still swayed like a kaleidoscope, and the acid in her stomach surged, as if it would spill out through her throat at any mont.
Compared to her, both the cultural figure and Ke Mingye appeared very calm.
Fan Quan’s spiritual power attribute points were very high.
In ga terminology, this attribute was akin to his “main attribute”: the power and effect of many skills he chose in the specialty page depended on the high or low level of this attribute.
Because of the spiritual attribute, his neurological resilience was solid, so this minor tumult was not a problem, and it didn’t take long for his brain to recover from that dizziness and disorientation after leaving the building.
It was different for Qing ng; her main attribute was neurological reaction, and she lacked resistance on the spiritual level.
However, the most composed of the three was not Fan Quan, but Ke Mingye, the all-around warrior with balanced attributes.
He normally had to maintain multiple perspectives, so of which involved swinging about in the sky, using spider silk or a magic wand, keeping his brain in a state of overload.
After a month of tempering, his ntal endurance had improved significantly, incomparable to that of an ordinary person. Even a few thousand-ter aerial descent from a helicopter wouldn’t make him bat an eyelid.
Fan Quan, eyes lowered to his book, casually picked up Qing ng’s line of conversation: “What do you an ‘going ho to lie down’? Aren’t you an orphan?”
“Screw off. Can’t I lie down in my orphanage?” Qing ng retorted while wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Speaking of which, the orphanage seems not to care much about you; you have too much freedom in your movents.”
“They couldn’t wait for to leave that place.”
“Others mooch off their parents, you mooch off the orphanage; you’re capable.”
“Cultural figure, can you keep your mouth clean? I had family in my last life; it’s just that I don’t in this one,” Qing ng said and activated a skill to plant a pea shooter on the wooden bench.
The pea shooter swayed its body left and right like a boxer warming up, eyes sharp and focused on Fan Quan, its mouth wide open like an abyss, facing him as though ready to fire a pea at his cheek at any mont.
“すみません (I’m sorry),” Fan Quan pushed his glasses up.
“What’s that bird language?”
“When in Ro, do as the Romans do,” Fan Quan said, looking down at his book.
“Speaking of which, cultural figure, couldn’t you use so other skills?” Ke Mingye thought back to the previous scene, “Just now, I didn’t use the web shooter because I didn’t want my identity to be recognized. But back at Superhero Tower in Huanjing, you used that move to save the Dice Monster, so if that scene got caught on cara, doesn’t that an the Dice Monster could still be suspected?”
Fan Quan retorted, “What other skills did you expect to pull out under those circumstances?”
“Never mind, you’re right.”
Qing ng inquired, “I’m curious, how do you always get that paperman with the teleportation skill? It can’t just be sheer luck every ti, right?”
“My ‘Door of Humanities’ has been enhanced with a Skill Enhancent Card, adding a safety chanism: it’s guaranteed that every ti I use the skill, at least one specific paperman will appear,” Fan Quan answered.
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