"I'll be going back soon; after all, there's still a lot of work at Fubuki Group that requires my personal attention."
Fubuki remained elegant and capable.
Her dark green gown made her look like she was on vacation.
"Those group members, once I'm gone, they're like headless flies; they can't do anything right."
Speaking of this, Fubuki sighed slightly.
Then her eyes lit up as she looked at Rosen and his companions.
"Oh, by the way, do you guys want to join my Fubuki Group? Not as my subordinates, but as allies, even?"
"Eh? I don't mind, but I still need to attend school, and if I keep skipping classes and the heavens find out, I'll be finished."
Gabriel was a bit troubled.
"It's fine, it's just a nominal membership."
Fubuki said nonchalantly.
"Then I'll join."
Gabriel nodded.
"I don't care; let's join."
Frieren had already considered Fubuki a friend.
Joining an organization formed by a friend, and not having to do anything, why not join?
"I agree too."
Saeko Busujima nodded slightly.
Finally, Fubuki looked at Rosen with anticipation.
"If I don't agree now, wouldn't that be a spoilsport?"
Rosen said with a light chuckle.
"Whatever you want, but I might not have much time either."
"It's fine."
Fubuki didn't care at all.
She only wanted a name.
She clearly had A-class power, yet why did she still hold the top spot among B-class heroes?
Why did she form the Fubuki Group, wanting to pull all B-class heroes into the organization?
Her goal was to surpass her sister, Tatsumaki.
When her sister called the organization she painstakingly built a 'child's play', Fubuki swore that she would definitely turn the Fubuki Group into the world's foremost organization!
'Just you wait, sister, I will surpass you sooner or later!'
Fubuki made up his mind.
.....
"I might have to stay here for a while longer before I go back."
Finally, as Fubuki was about to leave, Rosen spoke.
"Are there still unresolved issues? Can we help?"
Gabriel asked kindly.
"I just want to collect some supplies in this world."
Rosen had already thought about what he needed before crossing over.
It was like playing an open-world game in the past.
He wanted to stuff everything he saw into his backpack.
"If you guys want anything, take this time to go look for it. Anyway, a lot of people in this world won't be using it anymore."
"Oh, right! I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it!"
Gabriel suddenly realized.
This wasn't really playing a game; it was truly crossing over to a new world.
Plus, with the post-apocalyptic worldview, it would be a disservice to herself not to bring back more local specialties.
Gabriel immediately thought of what she should take.
Game consoles!
And game discs, cartridges, anything related to games, she wanted to take them all!
"What about Frieren? Is there anything you want?"
Gabriel asked.
"Me? If it's a magic grimoire, I could keep it, but there shouldn't be anything like that in this world."
Frieren shook her head slightly.
However, she quickly remembered something.
She pointed to the helicopter and vehicles parked on the cruise ship's deck.
"Huh? Does Miss Frieren want those things?"
Gabriel was a little confused.
Would an elf from the Middle Ages like modern creations?
"Can those things be taken away? If I can use them instead of walking, it should be much more convenient, and they can also shield me from wind and rain, and I won't have to sleep outdoors when traveling."
"You can, but Miss Frieren, can you drive?"
"No, but learning it shouldn't be difficult for me."
Frieren spoke confidently.
"So I'll just stay here for about ten years."
"Huh?"
"Just kidding."
...
A few days later.
Gabriel swept through the largest game store in the world, and after downloading various games from the internet onto a computer, she left with a satisfied smile.
Frieren, meanwhile, was practicing driving under Yuriko Takagi's guidance.
Rosen ransacked the underground vaults of several of the world's largest banks, emptying them of their gold.
He didn't deliberately count it, but there were at least thousands of tons.
Although the world's gold reserves are far more than that, too much wouldn't be very useful.
Besides that, he had one last thing to do.
Late at night.
Just as Rosen was checking who would be suitable as a dependent, he suddenly heard a faint, messy footsteps outside his door.
Whoosh.
The door was opened from the outside, and a soft body, carrying the scent of shower gel, entered the room.