Standing before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the hotel suite, Lilith scrutinized herself.
The casual attire from her seven-day journey had been shed, replaced by her signature black and red Gothic military uniform.
The trench-coat-style military overcoat draped over her petite frame, yet it only served to emphasize a coldness that belied her age.
She adjusted the brim of her cap. Her long, silver-white hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, with a few stray strands sliding down her cheeks, reflecting her crimson eyes—as clear as the finest rubies and as cold as ten-thousand-year-old black ice.
The figure in the mirror was as exquisite as a doll, but her crimson pupils revealed a near-indifferent flatness.
She tilted her chin slightly and, looking at herself in the mirror, her lips twitched ever so slightly, forming a cold and satisfied curve.
Immediately, her expression returned to its usual indifference.
"Let's go."
Lilith turned around, looked up, and spoke to Fenrir, who was standing by.
As soon as she spoke, her gaze fell upon Fenrir's tall, broad-shouldered, and wide-backed frame.
In her mind, images flashed of being subconsciously ignored by envoys or even treated like a child at the Sentinel Alliance.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Fenrir felt somewhat perplexed under the stare of those crimson eyes, not understanding why the leader was looking at him like that, so he subconsciously straightened his back.
"Squat down."
The voice was childish but concise.
Lilith still looked up, gazing indifferently at Fenrir.
Though he didn't understand why, Fenrir's muscle memory always reacted faster than his brain when it came to Lilith's orders.
Without hesitation, his massive body dropped into a squat, his height plummeting.
Lilith raised a small foot clad in an exquisite military boot and stepped unceremoniously onto his thick left arm. At the same time, her small hand pressed against his broad right shoulder, and using the leverage for a graceful spin, she sat down firmly.
"We can go now."
Lilith's flat voice came from above.
Fenrir: "..."
His mind went blank for a second.
She... she sat on me?
I, Fenrir, the Minister of the Apocalypse Combat Department and an SS-Level Bloodline Werewolf, have become the Leader's... mount?
This feeling... is simply wonderful!
To be the Leader's mount is nothing short of supreme glory!
Despite the turmoil in Fenrir's heart, his face showed nothing, remaining as expressionless as ever.
He naturally raised his bent arm to provide a stable support for Lilith's other foot, then slowly stood his terrifying 2.3-meter frame upright.
The door opened, and when this duo appeared in the hallway, the facial expressions of the waiting Hawk Eye and Forti nearly spiraled out of control, their lips twitching imperceptibly.
Fenrir, the werewolf as tall as a mountain with bulging muscles and a ferocious aura, now had a petite and exquisite silver-haired loli sitting on his shoulder, dressed in a sharp military uniform and looking expressionless.
One large and one small, one wild and one cold—it created a visual contrast with immense impact, yet it was strangely harmonious.
Lilith rested her hands casually on Fenrir's shoulders, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, her military boot resting on Fenrir's thick forearm, her sitting posture as steady as a rock.
The group left the hotel in silence and stepped onto the streets of Tokyo.
The scene on the streets was enough to make one frown.
Most pedestrians had hollow eyes and shuffled along like the walking dead with their souls sucked out; the air was permeated with a despair that felt suppressed to the extreme.
To deal with this crisis, the high-level officials of the Japan had clearly carried out some kind of extreme mobilization or exploitation, and the lives of ordinary people were on the brink of collapse.
"Population density is abnormal."
Hawk Eye's gaze scanned continuously as he reported in a low voice.
"Since entering the Tokyo Metropolitan Area, the Speed and density of population gathering have far exceeded the normal City capacity limits. They are intentionally driving people toward the Core Area."
Forti narrowed his crimson eyes, scanning the faint silhouettes behind the windows of the lifeless buildings on both sides.
"Are they trying to interfere using human wave tactics? Or... something more sinister?"
He thought of those evil talents he had seen while copying talents that required massive amounts of life as sacrifices, and a small alarm bell rang in his heart.
Given the madness of certain Factions in the Japan, it wasn't impossible.
The destination wasn't far—a seemingly ordinary Japanese-style courtyard, but the faint fluctuations of aura around it indicated that the place was heavily guarded.
When the America Delegation arrived, the gazes of the representatives from various parties, standing or sitting in the courtyard, all converged on them.
Naturally, the first thing to attract attention was the unusual sight on Fenrir's shoulder.
Most people were stunned for a moment, then their eyes narrowed sharply.
Those who could step into this courtyard were all titans or top-tier powerhouses. They might be surprised by this strange combination, but they would never underestimate them because of it.
On the contrary, such a flamboyant entrance was itself sending a strong signal—confidence and fearlessness.
Soon, everyone's perception swept like invisible radar over Forti, over Hawk Eye, over the group of Sentinel Alliance Hunters, and finally focused on Lilith and Forti.
Although Fenrir was strong, his aura was still within the SS-Level range; the ones who truly felt unfathomable, like facing an abyss, were that petite loli in a military uniform and Forti, who held a high position in the Sentinel Alliance.
"Who are the two from America this time...?"
Someone whispered.
"I know Forti; he's an SSS-Level Talent Hunter that America uses to keep up appearances, very troublesome. But that little girl..."
"[Ye]? No, the temperament isn't right... Could it be [God's Eye]?"
"She really doesn't look like [Ye]; I don't feel that sense of oppression from the top of the rankings... Is she hiding it? Or..."
Everyone's thoughts raced as they secretly evaluated.
Almost no one directly associated the young-looking girl sitting on the giant's shoulder with the terrifying existence ranked first on the Hunter Rankings, codenamed [Ye].
After all, even if they could feel that the little girl possessed a deep aura, the contrast of this body was too great.
Her petite body didn't seem to have any part suitable for combat; instead, she seemed like a Spirit-type talent.
However, this calm evaluation was completely shattered when the next group of people entered the courtyard.
The Dragon Country Delegation had arrived.
Luna walked at the front, his aura as deep as the sea and his steps steady, as if he carried his own world with him.
Xuanwu followed closely behind, his build solid and unmoving like a mountain.
Jun's gaze was as sharp as a blade, and behind them, the figure of [Kong] also appeared in the team.
The moment [Kong]'s figure came into view,
a pure, violent, and near-substantial crimson killing intent, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, surged into the sky from Lilith's petite body without warning!
The air instantly became thick and scorching, carrying a tyrannical scent of blood.
The killing intent, concentrated to the extreme, condensed into a dark red airwave visible to the naked eye, rolling and accurately locking onto [Kong] in the crowd!
Almost at the same time, Fenrir grinned, baring his snow-white Fangs, a fierce light exploding in his eyes as a low growl escaped his throat.
When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred!
In an instant, every aura in the courtyard froze!
Before the meeting had even begun, the representatives of the two most powerful nations on the surface had directly clashed at the entrance!
And this killing intent was so undisguised, so unrelenting!
Locked in place, the hair on [Kong]'s body stood on end!
He had originally been secretly relieved that he hadn't sensed that tyrannical aura from the previous Alien Dungeon encounter within the America team.
But he hadn't been relieved for long before this sudden, terrifying killing intent hit him like ice water over his head, making his heart nearly stop!
This aura... this pure, crushing tyrannical aura... it's her! It's actually her! That white-haired, red-eyed little girl is the Bloodlust monster from back then!
How could she look like this?!
He wasn't given any time to think or react.
A childish yet bone-chilling voice, as if from the deepest depths of the underworld, rang clearly in everyone's ears.
"[Kong]."
"Truly, long time no see!"