Chapter 383: Hidden Move, Detached Yin Spirit
Reigen Arataka leaned against his motorcycle, smoking continuously. His decadence and desolation made it difficult for ordinary Reincarnators to even identify him.
But this didn't include some Reincarnators with special prophecy and divination abilities.
A woman holding a crystal ball in her palm, wearing jeans and chewing gum, had twin ponytails—one dyed pink, the other green.
"Hey, I found that guy. Come over."
She pressed the microphone on her ear, casually calling her teammates.
Her gaze sized up Reigen Arataka seemingly inadvertently from under her sunglasses. It was a pity; this man's decadent appearance now no longer fit her aesthetics.
Otherwise, she could have turned him into her new collection after getting all benefits from him.
Soon, a person riding a rather old-fashioned Harley motorcycle, wearing sunglasses, appeared in view.
Another person came speeding from the wilderness, stepping on those withered weeds.
Reigen Arataka showed no reaction upon seeing the three appear. He neither chose to run nor asked about their purpose in finding him.
Just standing there like a walking dead.
After the three arrived in front of him, he stubbed out the cigarette butt with his fingers and spoke:
"You are those kinds of guys, right..."
Reigen Arataka was actually very smart, a person capable of almost everything except superpowers. With ability users constantly appearing to find him, and their words probing whether Mob could be found...
He realized this group probably came from the same 'organization,' and their purpose was to get some information from him.
Without exception, he asked these people to kill his disciple.
It was precisely because this kind of thing happened repeatedly that Reigen Arataka suffered considerable torment in his heart.
When he stated his request again, these three didn't leave as he expected.
The gum-chewing woman suddenly sneered.
"This guy actually wants to solve Mob's problem this way. Tsk, this teacher is really not much."
Her tone was mocking. The look she gave Reigen Arataka was full of condescension.
That playful look, as if treating him like a mouse to be toyed with, instantly reminded Reigen Arataka of those guys from half a year ago.
"You are..."
He stood up abruptly, with such force that he knocked over his own motorcycle.
"What exactly do you guys want to do? Where did you take Ritsu Kageyama and those kids!"
The woman blew bubbles nonchalantly. She actually wasn't clear about how those people executed the task in the last mission, but she could guess roughly.
To stimulate Mob's blackening, it was nothing more than torturing or kidnapping people Mob cherished while he was tied down by something else.
To be more exquisite, some foreshadowing could be done. For example, sending someone to join Reigen and Mob's faction first, farming enough reputation, and then attacking those people after Reigen spoke some principles of 'truth, goodness, and beauty.'
This sense of betrayal, contrast, and moral loss, combined with the pain of losing loved ones, was enough to thoroughly tear apart the heart of an already unstable teenager like Mob.
The woman felt satisfied that she could come up with such a plan in just a few seconds.
The corners of her mouth curled up in a cruel arc.
After all, Reincarnators were such creatures.
Faction?
Reputation?
Recognition?
Everything was just necessary steps to farm rewards. Reincarnators wouldn't invest any so-called true feelings in such things.
As long as there were higher benefits, everything could be destroyed at any time.
This was the choice of the currently 'most competent' Reincarnators.
Reigen Arataka seemed to see that hateful face again. He punched at this woman's face.
Bang!
The man riding the Harley motorcycle took a step forward, actively sticking out his face to take Reigen's blow.
Reigen's fist immediately began to bleed, but the man had no reaction.
"Reigen Arataka... truly a weak fist."
He then grabbed Reigen by the collar, lifting him up. Holding his head high, he was about to smash the opponent's head with a headbutt.
The man codenamed [Mork], whose second favorite killing method was smashing the opponent's head with his own, letting brain matter and blood splatter all over his face.
"Hey, Mork, wait a minute. Killing this guy directly won't give high Singularity ratings."
"Think of a way to make him useful. Torture him to find out the locations of other named guys he knows."
"Although the reward from [Treant] is good, split among three of us, it's still a bit lacking."
A man completely wrapped in a black tight suit and black mask spoke in a muffled voice. He looked very slender, standing aside with arms crossed, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
A black Tachi was carried on his back.
[37], this was his codename and the number of Reincarnators he killed. He belonged to the type who would constantly change his codename.
The woman [Momo] reached out her hand impatiently. Intense mental power captured Reigen Arataka in an instant.
Just about to use her ability to search his brain.
Suddenly, a light chuckle rang out.
"Oh my, oh my. Our host really predicted it."
"You guys really won't even let this poor teacher go..."
Frivolous, arrogant. Just hearing the voice, one knew the speaker was extremely confident in his ability and didn't take them seriously.
Momo bit through her gum, looking up. In the sky, at some point, a tall man wearing a black high-collar male high school uniform stood in the air.
Leaning down at this moment, that silver-white hair and black blindfold were quite recognizable.
"Gojo Satoru? Or a cosplay-type avatar?!"
Momo didn't make a judgment immediately. Indeed, many Reincarnators in the Space would set their avatars as certain plot characters.
This setting was quite clever, sometimes having unexpected confusing effects.
Gojo Satoru flipped down from the air. Hands in his pockets, he walked a few steps, blocking in front of Reigen Arataka. Looking at the group, he spoke:
"As a teacher deeply loved by students, I can't pretend not to see this~"
He boasted shamelessly.
Reigen looked around. He didn't see anyone appear, but from the actions of those three at this moment, he judged that some spirit-like thing probably appeared.
Snap!
Momo snapped her fingers. Psychokinesis exploded instantly.
But Gojo Satoru stood in place, smiling as before, unaffected.
The woman frowned, realizing the problem was somewhat abnormal.
Mork had already raised his right hand. His fist deformed rapidly; his body turned into silver-white liquid metal. In a moment, it turned into a long blade, swinging forcefully.
Clang!
The silver-white long blade also stopped in front of Gojo Satoru.
"Be careful, it seems really to be Gojo Satoru's Infinity!"
Momo reacted and shouted a warning loudly. 37 also immediately threw several smoke bombs.
The moment that poisonous smoke mixed with various toxins began to permeate from the ground.
Gojo Satoru had already formed a hand seal.
"Domain Expansion · Unlimited Void~"
Having fought [Red Dust], Gojo Satoru deeply realized that although this group's abilities were eerie, his Unlimited Void... was quite useful.
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