Chapter 167: Isn’t it normal for me to be a perverted villain?
[Damn it!]
The change in the surrounding environment flashed a trace of inauspiciousness in Kazumi’s heart. In a hurry, she urged her abilities to contact the Corpse Crows in the air and the Ghouls hiding underground, but the feedback she received only made her heart sink further.
Whether it was observed from the field of vision of the Corpse Crows from various angles, or the feedback transmitted by the Ghouls, it all indicated that the factory was now empty, and the people who were inside had all disappeared.
[Is it an ability similar to Space Teleportation or an internal space?]
The gaze under the Cloak observed the fleshy walls filled with disgusting mucus surrounding her. She had to admit that such an ability was somewhat similar to Kazumi’s Black Coffin, capable of dragging others into a space constructed by oneself, thus gaining one’s own home-field advantage.
[Damn it, I didn’t expect the other party to have such an ability at all.]
A trace of anxiety flashed across Kazumi’s face. Originally, she had thought of deploying her summons in advance only to prevent the previous incident of her abilities being sealed and released.
However, the opponent’s move completely wasted Kazumi’s preparations, instead reducing her combat power by more than half in this unknown space.
The phantom of the Skeleton head in her hand flashed, and the familiar feeling of her ability slightly calmed Kazumi’s mood. The only good news now was that her abilities could still be used, and she had previously considered the peculiar nature of Little Black’s internal energy after taking the pill, so she hadn’t let Little Black out, fearing that he might be perceived by the person controlling that energy underground.
And now she could still summon the [Black Coffin], which at least meant she could still summon Little Black at a crucial moment and not be completely powerless to fight back.
With a heavy heart, she raised her head and looked at the culprit who caused all these changes. However, when Kazumi truly saw the strange figure on the fleshy pillar platform, her usually calm eyes burst forth with intense light, and she froze completely in place.
…
Kurokawa Iori looked at everything before him with some annoyance, or rather, he always felt very annoyed in this state.
As an Executive of the Organization, his main responsibility was to recruit and absorb new members, after all, his abilities were truly very useful in this regard. Whether it was [Skin], which could amplify the darkness within people, or [Reverse], which could open up a new space.
Coupled with the potions developed by the Organization that could stimulate the abilities of the powerless based on the darkness within a person’s heart, they had continuously supplemented the Organization with fresh blood in the shadows over the years.
[But what qualifications do these trash have to enter the Organization?!]
He gnawed his lip violently in a fit of madness, unaware that the sharp teeth had pierced the surface of his lips, causing blood to ooze out. He looked at this group of new recruits from the Organization on the ground, who were showing extremely terrified appearances due to the change in environment and the aura he exuded.
Kurokawa Iori’s killing intent surged uncontrollably, wishing he could turn all these useless guys into raw materials for the new [Skin].
But he recalled the instructions from Master [Shadow] and had to forcibly suppress the killing intent that was growing in his heart, patiently observing these few new recruits who had passed the first round of tests.
Yes, there was another very important reason for choosing Kurokawa Iori, the Student Council President, as the person to recruit new members: reason.
It might sound absurd, but the fact was that among the Organization’s Executives, Kurokawa Iori, who was the most monstrous, was the clearest-headed. Although under the circumstances of his true form being exposed, he would also exhibit many perverted behaviors, his inner reason could suppress the desires of his true form.
Unlike other Executives who had previously been assigned the task of recruiting new members, some turned the recruitment of new members into their own dining hall, while others played with them to stage a no-winner battle royale. In the end, few new members were recruited, but trouble followed one after another.
Therefore, this task eventually fell upon Kurokawa Iori, who was called a monster in every aspect. Although the members of the Organization who came through him all seemed to have gone through something and had some psychological issues, for the entire Organization, these dark, extremist members with leverage were the most useful.
He curbed his emotions once more and retracted the imposing aura he was emitting. No matter how dissatisfied he was, the task assigned by that Master still needed to be completed.
He raised his head, intending to see if there were any promising individuals among those who had collapsed to the ground in fear of his aura that he could take under his wing. After all, he had gotten rid of too many subordinates recently and didn’t have enough. It was more suitable for them to be under him than to be dealt with by others.
At least, that’s what Kurokawa Iori thought.
But suddenly, a somewhat unfamiliar, strange, and scorching gaze shot over from a distant corner, forcing Kurokawa Iori to turn his head.
[Is she… Kazumi Shimizu?]
He looked up at the black-robed young girl in the corner, whom he seemed to have forgotten. Perhaps it was due to her awakening abilities, but at first, Kurokawa Iori hadn’t even noticed the young girl standing in the corner.
Unlike the other new recruits who knelt on the ground in fear of his sinister aura, this skinny young girl in the photo stood unharmed in her place, as if she felt no fear from this series of changes. Her scorching gaze penetrated the obstruction of the hood and fixed directly on Kurokawa Iori in the distance.
The emotion contained within this gaze was both familiar and strange to Kurokawa Iori. The shell of the Student Council President, named Kurokawa Iori, which he used, often felt such gazes filled with longing and admiration.
The black hood obscured the young girl’s cheeks, making it impossible to see her true appearance. However, her exposed fair jawline and small pink lips moved open and closed, as if she were exclaiming at something.
A tongue with eyes extended from her mouth. Kurokawa Iori, who was skilled in lip-reading, easily read the information conveyed by the girl’s moving lips.
But as Kurokawa Iori slowly deciphered the content, he found himself frozen in place, with only his mouth revealing an expression of disbelief.
“So… so cool?”
