Chapter 113: Bodies Sink in Dongjingwan! (Request Monthly Tickets! Request Subscription!)

Never, ever will I give up…

Eri looked silently at the boy before her; those crimson eyes no longer held a trace of emptiness—something seemed to well up from within, slowly filling the void that had existed for nearly twenty years.

Hope? Love? Warmth?

Or perhaps some other emotion even more important.

Eri didn’t understand it, but she knew one thing: from now on, no matter what happened, she could never forget this boy before her.

Tilting her head, she nuzzled greedily against the palm resting on her cheek, then suddenly remembered something, snatched the notepad away, scribbled furiously, puffed out her cheeks in a pout, and glared at Wu Xian.

【I don’t want to be Sasuke—I want to be Sakura, the heroine】

Wu Xian chuckled softly, then naturally took back the notepad and continued writing.

【Forget it—you’re way too built for Sakura. You’d be much better as Hinata】

【But Sakura’s the heroine!】

【Hah! I’ll tell you a secret—Hinata’s the real heroine. She ended up marrying Naruto, had two kids in three years, and was happier than anyone!】

【Really?! Is that true?!】

【Of course it is. You probably won’t believe me, but I’m actually close friends with Kishimoto-sensei—he told me the ending himself】

【I don’t believe you!】

【Alright, fine—I’m actually from 2025. That’s why I know the ending】

【So that’s why… I’ll be Hinata then】

【Wait! Why did you believe me this time?!】

【Intuition!】

【Fine, you’ve got big boobs—you win】

【Godzilla so hot!】

【Godzilla? That’s the English name for Godzilla—why are you calling me that?】

【Because Godzilla’s the King of Monsters—he can protect little monsters!】

【Then just call yourself Mothra. We’ll combine into a Crimson Lotus fusion technique—any Ultraman who shows up’ll have to kneel and call us Dad】

Soon, the once-thick stack of notepads visibly thinned.

In contrast, the air around them filled with joy and warmth—and the sour, acrid stench that made singletons flee in terror.

…

Meanwhile, Tokyo Disneyland.

Genji Sōsuke, now clad in a black trench coat, sat slumped on a wooden chair, smoking, his feet littered with Qiba cigarette butts—he’d clearly been there a long time.

In truth, Genji rarely smoked.

It wasn’t that he disliked the smell; as a super hybrid, ordinary cigarettes barely stimulated him—he only lit up when his mood was low.

Like now.

It had been fourteen hours since Eri ran away. Even subtracting the three-plus hours spent in Akihabara, ten full hours had passed.

In other words, his sister—the head of the Uesugi clan of the Snake Qi Eight Families—had been alone with a stranger for at least ten hours!

Worse still, according to the data retrieved by Kaguya, this Wu Xian was no good man.

Setting aside his eighteen-year record of impeccable conduct, just two months ago, the drunken antics he pulled at that nightclub made Genji want to cement him in a barrel and sink him into Dongjingwan!

Beyond that, his heart was in a panic—he feared finding Eri and seeing something unspeakable, so that by this time next year, he’d be an uncle.

“Young Master!”

As Genji drifted in thought, Crow rushed over, clutching a laptop, stammering: “Kaguya just bypassed their defenses—she’s located the Uesugi clan head’s position, but…”

“Speak.”

Genji said grimly, bracing for the worst.

“They checked into a love hotel—and from the surveillance footage, it seems it was the Uesugi clan head’s idea… Young Master, what do you think?”

Crow watched Genji cautiously, his eyes hiding pity.

“Clang!!”

A blade flashed before his eyes; Crow felt a cold sting in his chest.

Then he realized his laptop had been split cleanly in two, the cut perfectly smooth, only a few sparks flickering.

Looking up, he saw Genji had already sheathed his Spider Cut—his already gloomy face had turned as black as charcoal.

“Gather all hybrids outside and come with me to that hotel… Also, have Yasha prepare a cement barrel—I might need it soon.”

…

“Splash—”

Wu Xian sat cross-legged on the carpet, a large tea table before him, calmly brewing himself a cup of tea—the sound of pouring water blending with the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Without doubt, Eri was bathing inside.

Ever since entering the room, she’d held up her notepad: “I’m going to bathe.”

The next second, she calmly stripped off her red-and-white shrine maiden’s robes right before Wu Xian’s eyes, then grabbed a yellow rubber duck she’d pulled from nowhere and dashed into the bathroom.

All that remained was a pile of clothes—and Wu Xian, utterly stunned.

Looking at the shrine maiden’s robes and pink underwear he’d already collected, Wu Xian fell silent, then glanced toward the bathroom.

On the frosted glass, a faint silhouette of a beautiful form was barely visible.

His gaze grew hazy; the fleeting glimpse from earlier returned to his mind, and thanks to his Intelligence stat, every detail sharpened.

A swan-like neck, defined butterfly wings of bone, smooth, soft skin, exquisitely shaped calves, slender pale ankles, a figure of perfect curves…

These were words that belonged only in novels—now rendered in living, real form before his eyes.

Even with Wu Xian’s current self-control, his blood stirred—he felt an urge to walk straight into the bathroom.

A wonderful thought. And given Eri’s personality, and her current trust and fondness for him, tonight might just be the night he could level up his “Jindiao” to max.

And by this time next year, Eri might be celebrating Mother’s Day…

Slap!

He slapped his own forehead, snapping out of his thoughts, then glanced around at the red silk curtains and red wall lamps—these sensual decorations, he muttered, were all the fault of the propaganda flyer.

In truth, after leaving the Skytree, Wu Xian had planned to take Eri back to the Peninsula Hotel to rest.

But remembering the two gossips monitoring him there, he changed his mind and decided to find a nearby hotel to stay in.

Then Eri said she knew a great place—and dragged him to this love hotel.

Only then did Wu Xian realize Eri had memorized the entire content of that Kabukicho flyer—this love hotel was right in Tokyo’s red-light district.

Wu Xian wanted to take her elsewhere, but seeing the girl’s pitiful, disappointed expression, he gritted his teeth and agreed to stay.

As for why they were sharing a room—the owner said only one was left. Force majeure. He was just as helpless.

Thud!!

Suddenly, a muffled thump came from the bathroom.

Wu Xian froze, then his expression darkened as more faint sounds reached his ears.

In the next instant, his body blurred—he hadn’t moved, yet now he held a naked body in his arms: Eri, who should have been bathing.

But her condition was dire.

Her entire body glowed red and burned with fever, curled up like a boiled shrimp, trembling in agony.

Soon, her once-smooth skin began to sprout iron-gray scales and keratinous growths.

She looked like a lizard-man on the verge of revealing her true form—utterly bizarre.

“Bloodline going berserk?”

Wu Xian frowned, recognizing this as a sign of Eri’s unstable bloodline.

Normally, the Snake Qi Eight Families’ medical team would inject her with a special serum and use blood dialysis to suppress the berserk state, prolonging her human lifespan.

But now…

“I haven’t used this technique in this world yet, but I’ve no time to find a test subject. I hope it works for you.”

Saying this, Wu Xian raised his right hand and pressed it against Eri’s chest.

Then, slowly emerging from his palm, a red hand formed entirely of energy…

(End of Chapter)