Chapter 539: Banana Peel

San Yue Qi hung on the windowsill of the fiftieth floor, utterly exhausted like a dead dog.

Although the Assassin rank makes her as light as a swallow, this is still too tiring.

She used Time Acceleration several times to climb these fifty floors, and now her arms are so sore she can barely lift them.

Sweat streams down her cheeks, her pink hair clings to her forehead, looking utterly disheveled.

But she still hasn't found Ying.

She looked inside each floor, and she watched the Monkeys' performances—from the so‑called "Oath Victory Banana" to "Infinite Banana Production," then to "Banana Hall," the Plot was so melodramatic it was a total mess, leaving her staring blankly.

(It's a pity these Monkeys don't become actors…)

She muttered to herself, ready to climb a bit higher—

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening explosion roared in the distance!

A black Light Pillar shot up into the sky, shaking the entire building!

San Yue Qi's grip on the windowsill slipped, and she almost fell off!

"Waaah—!!!"

She clutched the windowsill tightly, hanging and swaying in mid‑air, her heart nearly leapt out of her throat!

After finally steadying herself, she turned her head to look that way—

Thousands of meters away, black light and golden light were colliding wildly!

Faint silhouettes could be seen entangling, each collision unleashing terrifying shockwaves!

The surrounding buildings trembled under those shockwaves, some already beginning to collapse!

San Yue Qi's mouth formed an O shape.

(It was that Weight Man… and who else?)

(And it seems like one versus two?!)

She watched the cataclysmic scene, then glanced at her own fiftieth‑floor height, silently lighting a wick for Sha Jin in her heart.

"Seek your own blessings, Weight Man."

She muttered softly, then took a deep breath and continued climbing.

Fifty‑first floor.

Fifty‑first floor.

Fifty‑first floor…

She reached upward, trying to grab the windowsill of the next floor—

Her fingers touched something.

Smooth.

Soft.

Cool.

San Yue Qi froze for a moment, looking—

Her right hand rested on a banana peel.

The banana peel lay quietly at the edge of the windowsill, its yellow skin still stained with fresh juice, looking as if it had just been tossed here.

San Yue Qi's pupils dilated instantly!

(Banana peel?! How could there be one here—)

The next second, her hand slipped.

She lost balance, tilting backward!

"Aaaah—!!!"

San Yue Qi's scream tore the sky, her body plummeting from over fifty floors, her hands flailing wildly in the air!

The wind howled at her ears!

The building surged upward before her eyes—no, she was plummeting fast!

(It's over, it's over, it's over—!)

Ying slightly furrowed her brow.

She seemed to hear a sound… like a shout, coming from outside the window, flashing by.

She instinctively looked toward the window.

Jiaoshou reached out and stopped her.

"Hallucination."

Its tone was Calm, "Hallucinations are common here; just get used to it."

"Let's continue the previous topic. How have you considered it? To sacrifice your small body for humanity's evolution…"

Ying looked at that face, at those vortex‑shaped glasses, and suddenly felt—

This world is truly too crazy.

Perspective shift.

A black long sedan parked steadily in front of the Tohsaka Residence's gate.

The door opened, and Yuanban Shichen was the first to step out, his movements still bearing that bone‑deep elegance, as if everything he had seen on the road was merely a hallucination.

But when he lifted his head to look at the glowing skyline toward the park, the Calm that had lasted half a day on his face finally cracked open.

In the distance, two massive figures were wildly beating each other.

The azure Giant Fox let out a long howl, surrounded by eerie Flame, each claw swipe stirring up a gust of wind.

Opposite it, a golden giant nearly a hundred meters tall wielded a long spear, surrounded by flashing thunderlight, each thrust producing deafening thunder.

The two massive beings collided and tore at each other in the sky above the park, their shockwaves rippling outward wave after wave; even at this distance, the ground trembled faintly.

Yuanban Shichen's mouth twitched.

His phone had been vibrating nonstop since just now, buzz after buzz, like a death‑summoning talisman.

He pulled it out for a glance—missed calls: 23.

From the Church: 7.

From the Magic Association: 12.

From a hot‑tempered professor at the Clock Tower: 4.

Yuanban Shichen inhaled deeply, restraining the urge to smash the phone on the spot.

(You ask what's happening? Just look up and you'll see, right?!)

Lin sprang out of the car, standing beside his father and also looking toward that direction.

Her mouth formed an O, unable to close for a long time.

Fujimura Lixiang was the last to alight; just as she steadied herself, the two massive silhouettes in the distance shook her legs weak.

She leaned on the car door, her voice drifting like sleepwalking:

"This... this is a bit like Ultraman fighting a monster..."

Saber got out from the other side; hearing that, a subtle expression flickered across his face for a moment.

In the distance, the lapis‑blue fox swiped a paw down, the golden giant flashed aside, and a long spear swept horizontally, spawning a flash of lightning.

The fox let out a long howl toward the sky, the sound shaking the leaves here to rustle down.

The street had already gathered a sizable crowd of onlookers.

Some were taking photos with their phones, some cradling children and pointing, and even a few youths shouted excitedly:

"Look, look! Ultraman fighting a monster!"

"Mom, mom! It's the Giant Mountain Superpower Overlord!"

"Come on, golden one! Kill that fox!"

"Fox, go! Don't lose to Ultraman!"

Lin: "…"

Fujimura: "…"

Yuanban Shichen silently slipped the phone back into his pocket, deciding not to look at it again today.

"Come in," his voice carried a hint of fatigue yet still held the authority of a Head of Family, "First, go home."

The three hurried into the mansion, the great gate behind them closing slowly, cutting off the outside clamor.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a faint scent of incense‑tinged air washed over them.

The interior of the Yuanban Family mansion was far larger than it appeared outside, decorated in a traditional East‑West hybrid style, featuring Japanese wooden sliding doors and tatami alongside European chandeliers and sofas.

Several oil paintings hung on the walls, and the corners displayed various antiques that looked exceedingly expensive.

A gentle female voice came:

"Shi Chen? Is that you returning?"

Aoi, dressed in a light‑green long dress, hurried out of the living room; her face, strikingly similar to Lin's, bore a delighted smile.

Her temperament was gentle as water, her steps light, clearly the kind of virtuous wife and mother who could keep the household impeccably orderly.

"Great, you finally—"

Aoi's words halted midway as her gaze fell on Lin, and the smile on her face froze.

Although Lin had changed clothes, his hair was disheveled and his face still bore scars that hadn't fully faded.

Aoi glanced again behind Lin—only Saber and Lixiang were there, no purple figure.

"Ying?"

Aoi's voice trembled slightly.

Lin's body stiffened.

"Ying... she..."