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"--order."

……

Apartment living room. 267

Gu Chuan looked at the group of "family members" in front of him who were celebrating their "financial freedom," and slowly clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

He turned his gaze to the silver-haired, one-eyed girl who had remained calm and resolute throughout, exuding a "leadership" aura.

"—Najshitan."

"Yes, Master."

"From this day forward, I will entrust the management of this city, and all its shadows, to you."

"The Black Dragon Society will be the sharpest blade in your hand."

"I don't need you to maintain that so-called order."

"All I need is for you to take good care of my little courtyard. Clear away all the weeds that dare to grow rampant in my courtyard, completely and immediately."

"—Can you do it?"

Listen to that new "mission" filled with the authority of a "king," absolute trust, and a sense of absolute authority.

Najendan's heart, which had long been empty from losing its goal of "revolution," was rekindled at this moment with a burning flame called "value"!

Slowly, she knelt on one knee, offering her all—which she had long since lost and could no longer find a place for—to her one and only "king" with an absolute, unquestionable loyalty, a loyalty that was truly knightly.

"—Revolutionary, ideal."

"—Yes, my master."

247 The King's Order and the Devil's Whispers

When Gu Chuan's declaration of absolute hegemony set new "rules of the game" for the city's "inner world" through cold radio waves, the warm and noisy "daily life" in the apartment also entered a new era of happiness, full of "wealth" and "pudding".

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the living room, an unprecedented and extravagant "dessert celebration feast" had already begun, setting the stage for a lavish mix of "sin" and "happiness."

The enormous coffee table in the center of the living room was completely submerged by a mountain of the world's finest and most expensive desserts. From the "White Lover" cheesecake, which requires three months' advance booking and costs tens of thousands of yen per bite, to the artistically crafted "Starry Sky Macarons" made by a Michelin three-star pastry chef, and even the "Golden Mille Crepe" made with the finest Musang King durian—a creation that would drive any royal family wild…

Everything seemed like the most generous and extravagant gift bestowed by the god of desserts upon this family that had just achieved "financial freedom."

"—Happiness... I feel like I'm about to be overwhelmed by happiness..."

Like a little hamster that had fallen into a rice jar, Hei Tong buried her face in a piece of tiramisu that was bigger than her face, her black eyes, which always carried a hint of innocence, were now completely filled with shining stars called "satisfaction".

Her sister, Akame, maintained the absolute calmness and efficiency befitting a "top assassin," eliminating each "enemy" on the table with precision at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Even the tiny, adorable "God of Fortune" Zashiki-warashi sat in the gentle Matou Sakura's arms with a curious expression, taking small bites of the specially made, melt-in-your-mouth "Strawberry Daifuku" filled with "love" and "warmth".

The entire living room was filled with a sweet, decadent, and "happy" aroma.

On the other side of that table, filled with "carnival," lay a completely different scene, one filled with "elite" and "efficiency."

Rin Tohsaka had long since freed her brilliant mind, brimming with "genius," from the anxieties of the "family financial deficit." Like a true, decisive "business queen," she sat on her "throne" (the sofa), a state-of-the-art laptop with performance comparable to a supercomputer before her. Her slender, pale hands, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, moved across the keyboard with dazzling speed, transforming the enormous, murky sum of money—a sum shrouded in "gray" ambiguity—through a series of complex, legal business operations that would put even the top financial analyst to shame, silently and cleanly washing away the ill-gotten gains, turning them into the absolute "private property" of this "extended family."

The gentle Matou Sakura, like a most competent "secretary," quietly served her "young lady," who was in "working mode" and exuding a "queen" aura, a cup of top-quality Blue Mountain coffee with a rich aroma.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, the manor that once belonged to the "White Tiger Group" and was filled with classical Japanese style had long since changed hands.

Najendan sat quietly in the old tea room that once belonged to the "cursed one".

Kneeling before her was Watanabe Ryuichi, the once arrogant and powerful leader of the Black Dragon Society.

This "tycoon" who had dominated the underworld for decades was now like the most humble and loyal servant, respectfully reporting the latest progress of the "cleaning" work to his only and new "master".

Najendan did not listen to his detailed account, which was full of "bloodshed" and "violence".

She simply spoke slowly, in a cold, emotionless tone, as if issuing the simplest of instructions.

"I don't care what methods you use."

"I don't care how much blood you have to shed."

"I only want one result."

Her sharp, commanding, and absolutely majestic single eye silently gazed at the "tyrant" at her feet, who was already completely consumed by fear.

"—Within three days."

"I want all the shadows in this city to be reduced to just one color."

"—That is, the absolute black that belongs to the king."

"...Yes! I will obey your command!"

……

However, Gu Chuan's leisurely and comfortable "retirement" time, filled with the image of a "principal" and a carefree life, did not last long.

A strange, heavily encrypted and voice-changing whisper, seemingly from the deepest part of hell, filled with "demonic" and playful sounds, suddenly and unexpectedly resounded in his mind through an absolutely untraceable "private channel."

"—Nice to meet you, Mr. Gu Chuan. Or perhaps I should address you as the one and only, supreme king of this city?"

Gu Chuan's eyes, which always held a hint of laziness and amusement, suddenly sharpened at this moment!

"--Who are you?"

"Heh, who I am is not important." That playful voice, full of malice, chuckled. "What's important is my feelings for you, and your..."

A surprising and interesting zoo, I'm very interested.

"I've been watching you all along."

“Observe how you bring those powerful, beautiful, and story-filled collections into your courtyard, one by one.”

"I really admire your taste." /Yue-Yi/First Release

"so……"

"I also want to play a little game with you."

"A thrilling game of collecting and being collected, full of stakes."

"The game's content is very simple."

"And for you, I have prepared a unique, beautiful, yet slightly flawed, brand-new collectible."

"She is now, at the very top of the tallest tower in this city, waiting for her salvation."

"If you can find her, and purify her, before her sorrowful, fragile soul is completely corrupted by my petty malice..."

"Then, even if you win."

"And, as a prize for your victory, I will tell you my name, and the location of my little, insignificant lair."

"But if you lose..."

He paused, and the mischievous, devilish smile grew even stronger.

"—Then, you, and your entire zoo, full of surprises and fun, (II) Jiu Ni X San Liu will become, my new, most perfect..."

"—Collectibles."

The words fell.

A precise, red coordinate point, along with a clown-like smiling face full of "provocation," instantly appeared on Gu Chuan's phone screen.

The warm and cozy atmosphere in the apartment living room, filled with "desserts" and "happiness," was instantly frozen by a cold, suffocating murderous intent.

All the girls who were laughing and playing subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked solemnly at their only "king" who was slowly rising from the sofa.

They could clearly sense it.

The "headmaster," who was always lazy and seemed uninterested in everything in the world, has disappeared.

Instead, there was a cold, indifferent figure, about to head to the battlefield, exuding an absolute and unyielding majesty—

"--king"!

Gu Chuan stared at the flashing, malicious red coordinates on his phone screen, and the glaring, provocative clown face. Slowly, a cold, cruel smile, the kind that only a hunter would wear when seeing an equally clever, clueless prey, crept onto his face.

"--interesting."

"It seems that in my little courtyard, there is another person who thinks they can set the rules of the game..."

"—Your Majesty."

The Lament from the Top of Tower 248

When Gu Chuan's voice, filled with icy killing intent, slowly echoed in the silent living room, the warm and festive atmosphere, filled with "desserts" and "happiness," was instantly frozen by an invisible, suffocating chill.

All the girls who were laughing and playing subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked solemnly at their only king, who was slowly rising from the sofa.

They could clearly sense that the always languid "headmistress," seemingly uninterested in anything in the world, had vanished. In her place stood a cold, indifferent figure, exuding an absolute, unyielding authority, poised to go to war.

"--king"!

"--interesting."

Gu Chuan stared at the flashing, malicious red coordinates on his phone screen, and the provocative, glaring clown face. A cold, cruel smile, the kind that only a hunter would wear when he sees an equally clever, clueless prey, slowly crept onto his face.

"It seems that in my little courtyard, there is another person who thinks they can set the rules of the game..."

"—Your Majesty."

……

This time, Gu Chuan did not offer any unnecessary explanations that were full of "tactical" implications.

He simply turned his gaze slowly to the three "experts" who had just returned triumphantly from the "Heart's Purgatory," whose wills had been tempered to be incomparably resilient.

"——Yinglili."

"Here!" The blonde girl with twin ponytails straightened her back instinctively, and her sapphire-like eyes shone with an unprecedented light called "fighting spirit".

"--cherry."

"Yes, senior." The gentle girl stood quietly beside him, her beautiful purple eyes filled with absolute trust and reliance.

"—Artoria Caster."

“Here!” The innocent villager Mio (seven) from another world, also followed the example of her senior and tried her best to straighten her chest. Although her emerald green eyes still carried a trace of fear of the unknown, they were more of a firm determination to prove herself.

"It seems that our leisurely art exhibition outing, full of artistic atmosphere, has just ended."

Looking at the new "Soul Team" in front of him, which had just overcome its "inner demons" and was full of "possibilities," Gu Chuan revealed a playful smile full of "mischievousness."

"Now, a brand new, surprising, nighttime tower tour is about to begin."

……

Tokyo Skytree.

This massive steel tower, standing 634 meters tall and brimming with modernity and futurism, stands silently and coldly in the heart of this bustling, never-sleeping city, like a giant.

It is the pride of this city.

Indeed, in the hearts of countless tourists, it is the most romantic and perfect "holy spot" where they can overlook the entire Tokyo night view.

However, tonight, this "tourist destination," which should have been filled with laughter and joy, appears unusually deserted.

"—Excuse me, everyone."

A uniformed, seemingly polite staff member was bowing apologetically to the disgruntled tourists who were being kept outside the entrance.

"Due to a sudden emergency malfunction of the observation equipment at the top of the tower, tonight's nighttime sightseeing tour will be temporarily cancelled for everyone's safety."

In the midst of that chaotic crowd filled with "regret" and "complaints," four inconspicuous, ordinary figures, like four of the most agile and silent fish, easily bypassed all the "obstacles" filled with "rules" and silently entered the interior of that enormous steel tower that had long been emptied.

"It seems that our opponents really enjoy this kind of grand, ceremonial stage that's cleared out."

Gu Chuan looked at the empty, enormous hall filled with futuristic technology, and at the only "private elevator" leading to the top of the tower, emitting a faint, eerie red light that seemed to be an invitation. A cold, mocking smile appeared on his face.

Without the slightest hesitation, he led the three girls straight into the elevator, which was filled with the atmosphere of a "trap".

As the elevator doors slowly closed.

A silent, malicious game, originating from another "king" and full of "fun," officially began at this moment.

The elevator begins to ascend rapidly.