Chapter 583: Banana Evil, Not the Way (11)

So the performing arts department member who was supposed to be taken away earlier hadn't gone far; they returned this time to invite everyone to take a group photo as a memento.

After the shoot, the few of them went to a slightly secluded corner, and Dan Heng got straight to the point: "No one will disturb us now, speak. You've been tracking us all the way, why?"

"Very perceptive, it seems you also possess a ninja's super hearing. But the encounter was merely a coincidence; I came solely to lay tangled ninja seals across the campus and dismantle the evil ninja formation."

San Yue Qi suddenly realized: "Ninja seals… oh, that's the 'scribble and doodle' the Discipline Inspection Department students mentioned, right?"

"How mysterious fate is, that I reunite with you nameless ninjas. The Feilong Ninja doesn't recognize me, but surely remembers my comrade—clad in silver armor, bold and carefree, adept at gun‑bullet ninja arts, constantly uttering sweet words…"

Luan Po, smugly hands on hips, exclaimed: "Silver Spear·Asura, Your Highness!"

"I think I know who it is…"

Dan Heng let out a soft sigh, looking weary: "…Bo Ti'ou, is that him?"

Luan Po nodded: "Exactly."

——

Nezha the Demon Child Causes Havoc at Sea.

Inside Taiyi Zhenren's Golden Light Hall, Nezha struck the stone table, laughing so hard his whole body trembled, nearly rolling off his chair.

"Pfft, sweet words… hahahaha!"

Taiyi Zhenren was explaining the usage of a magical artifact when, at the crucial point, the laughter cut him off. Irritated, he glared at Nezha: "Laugh! What are you laughing at!? You little fool have the nerve to laugh at others? Aren't your own words also 'sweet words'?"

"Then how can they be the same?" Nezha crossed his legs, "I'm just being straightforward!"

"I think you need a good scolding," Taiyi Zhenren, his belly protruding, said irritably: "No matter how sweet Bo Ti'ou's words are, he at least calls people 'baby' or the like. What about you? Apart from shouting 'attack' and 'kill', what else can you do?"

"I can fight too!" Nezha instinctively lifted his head, a hint of pride in his voice, "As long as we're good at fighting, that's enough, right? Insults are only needed before the fight."

"Cultivation, cultivation—it's about the heart and also the mouth. Your tongue is sharper than your fire‑point spear, constantly stinging a hornet's nest." Taiyi Zhenren waved his hand, "Enough, stop comparing yourself to Bo Ti'ou. He's a ranger, you're a cultivator; your paths are different. If you must compare, do it with him later."

——

"So, you're also a member of the Sea‑Patrolling Rangers?"

"Of course. I'm afraid of causing misunderstandings, so I've been emphasizing the title 'Ninja Hero'."

San Yue Qi, bewildered, asked: "Do those two terms mean the same thing?"

Dan Heng asked: "That would answer who checked into the hotel. But why would the Sea‑Patrolling Rangers revisit the dream?"

"Feilong Ninja, you all are senior ninjas who have mastered the true transmission of the 'Pioneering' technique, so you naturally know that in the Galactic Ninja Realm, ninjas of extraordinary power like us are not scarce, and there are also evil ninjas. As long as an evil ninja remains, the peril requiring us ninja heroes to act never ceases. I visited Pinokangni precisely to hunt a villain."

Luan Po turned around, looking at the Origami University behind him: "He leads evil spirits to menace all directions, the nemesis of the Ninja Capital, and also my mortal foe—'Imperial Monkey·Evil Ninja'!"

Dan Heng silently shifted his gaze to Xing: "…Do you know what she's talking about?"

"This is the Ninja World chronicle recorded in the Ninja Manual."

Dan Heng again silently turned his gaze back: "Never mind my question."

Now even Dan Heng felt the matter was getting troublesome; if Luan Po's ranger identity is genuine, her earlier words can't be taken lightly, perhaps something really happened to Pinokangni. Yet the situation is still unclear, so rash actions are unwise.

Dan Heng let out a soft sigh: "If only we could reach Bo Ti'ou, where on earth is he now…"

——

OVERLORD.

In the private study of former Empire Emperor Jierke Nifu, located in a vassal state of the Mage Dominion, the atmosphere was more delicate than ever before. The piles of urgent documents that once cluttered the desk have now been reduced by more than half, and many decisions and tedious affairs concerning the nation's fate have been unquestionably taken over by the terrifying secretary Ya Erbeide.

Jierke Nifu's ceremonial robes, symbols of imperial authority, remain crisp, but he is now far more idle.

"Another Sea‑Patrolling Ranger has arrived…"

Fu Luda lifted his weathered face, silently watching the pink‑haired girl against the sky, his white brows slightly furrowed: "Those guys will probably interfere with our world, invade the Mage Dominion, given that lord's habits…"

Jierke Nifu lifted the already chilled red tea on the table, his fingertips tracing the cup's rim, and did not immediately answer the elderly man he once trusted completely.

Invade the Mage Dominion? A cold sarcasm flickered inside him. That realm ruled by the King of the Undead is itself a deep amalgam of evil and terror. Yet that very amalgam now serves as the 'shelter' on which he and the Empire depend. He knows better than anyone the nature of Anzi Wuer Gong and his guardians; the blood on their hands is probably no less than that of Luan Po's nemesis, 'Imperial Monkey·Evil Ninja'.

(No matter how powerful Luan Po is, the assembled Sea‑Patrolling Rangers would likely be a catastrophe for the Mage Dominion. When they, as a vassal state, face that, what then?)

(Even if Anzi Wuer Gong has committed monstrous crimes, they must now fully preserve the 'legitimacy' of his rule. No matter how many he kills, the truth must be concealed.)

At that moment, Fu Luda, seemingly casually, asked: "Your Majesty, in your view… which is scarier, the Mage King or the Sea‑Patrolling Rangers?"

Before the words finished, Jierke Nifu felt the air in the study solidify. A slight chill ran up his spine as his gaze swiftly swept the great mage's face, a strong nausea rising from deep within.

(Is the old man testing me? Testing my loyalty to the Mage Dominion? If I say the Sea‑Patrolling Rangers are scarier, will I be crushed? Is this Fu Luda's thought, or the intention of that lord or Ya Erbeide?)

Any hint of hesitation could be read as disloyalty, bringing unimaginable disaster upon the Empire.

"Old man, your question is meaningless." Jierke Nifu set down his teacup, producing a crisp clink, "The Mage King can instantly use magic to take seventy‑thousand lives; his majesty and power are unfathomable. Of course the Mage King is the scarier one."

"Heh… I'm afraid that's not your sincere answer, is it?"

Jierke Nifu's gaze darkened: "What do you mean, old man?"

Fu Luda stroked his white beard, a smile layering over his wrinkled face: "The Sea‑Patrolling Rangers can slay the Extinction Sovereign, and that sovereign is a being the Mage King himself deeply fears. Who is stronger… Heh, you remain so cautious, Your Majesty."