Chapter 961 - 18: Convergence

Chapter 961: Chapter 18: Convergence

"That’s so... that’s really a pity."

Gu Mo shrugged casually, not insisting any further, as if he had only asked casually, and expected Amilia’s refusal. Or perhaps everything was within his expectations—he just needed to play his current role well.

Naturally.

What happened next also proved his thoughts.

"Uh... well, um, maybe I should go take a look..."

The magenta-haired girl opposite suddenly seemed a bit embarrassed, her eyes darting around, looking elsewhere as if feeling very self-conscious about her change of heart, given she had just refused...

—But... but...

—It’s also something unavoidable, right?

She couldn’t help but grit her teeth, feeling she couldn’t let this opportunity pass. Although the magic power fluctuation was very subtle just now, she inexplicably sensed that fleeting strange impression... "Great Source" that filled different air environments, which should be a special energy form mastered by an individual.

This was a very important discovery!

Also a very valuable clue!

This alone was enough to invigorate Amilia with full spirit. She resolutely cast aside a whole day’s fatigue and the overwhelming negative emotions from working in customer service, feeling revitalized in an instant.

She had to go and take a look!

She thought for a while, wanting to sneak over to avoid awkwardness, but felt it wasn’t realistic. After all, she couldn’t use too much power, making it hard for her to hide herself with spells. And with the venue so small, she would likely be bumped into by the landlord.

That would not avoid awkwardness, but instead intensify it...

She could only muster the courage to change her words, even if it seemed strange, at least it wouldn’t be too disrespectful—for a moment refusing someone’s invitation saying she needed rest, only to sneak over to watch, that would be too disrespectful, wouldn’t it?

It might even lead others to misunderstand, thinking she had some dissatisfaction.

...

...

"Ahhhh, my beloved Durahan, pull yourself together..."

On the other side of the city, not too far from the street, on a remote path, former Demon King Satan, now working under the alias Masaaki Oda, kneeled by the side of the road in frustration, looking at his bicycle lying on the ground.

The chain was snapped, the remaining parts tangled together...

Appearing incredibly complicated and chaotic, leaving one at a loss on how to fix it.

And the food box on the bike’s rear also directly flew open, with the fast food that should have been delivered now scattered all over, looking so messy, chaotic, and shattered... just like the Great Demon King’s heart.

"..."

"..."

Blankly staring at this broken scene, Demon King Satan, or Masaaki Oda, felt a sense of powerlessness with a wave of fear inside—he had messed up so badly, would the manager be unhappy, would his wages and bonuses be deducted...

It’s disastrous! How can he live now!

Feeling increasingly bitter, he recalled the recent hardships, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly crushed, a suffocating sensation.

Passersby naturally also noticed this scene. They cast either sympathetic or indifferent glances.

Some couldn’t help but sigh, sympathizing with the hardships of working people, noting how adult breakdowns often happen in an instant; while others remained unmoved, as they had been gutting fish at the hypermarket for ten years, their hearts have long become as cold as the knives in their hands.

Probably no one would think that this young man seemingly frustrated and on the brink of a breakdown due to work was actually a demon lord from another world, who had once ravaged multiple countries and continents single-handedly, a terrifying existence feared by all.

Now, Masaaki Oda merely stumbled, his eyes wavering intensely, completely bewildered, standing there helplessly.

What King of Demons, these are all meaningless!

He can’t handle it now!

To regain power, he and Asher must divide and collaborate since if both went to work, there’d be no time to pursue other things. Masaaki Oda, acutely aware of this, decisively left his most trusted Demon Grand Marshal at home to handle household chores and find ways to restore magic power.

Thus, the main source of income had to be sustained by his own wages, economically becoming very strained.

Unprecedented pressure fell on Masaaki Oda’s shoulders, nearly suffocating him—

Even felt heavier than the past burdens of the entire Demon Race’s fate... It’s outrageous, as he looked at the mess on the ground, numerous terrifying scenes inevitably popped into his mind, turning his face green.

Will wages be deducted?

Will he be fired?

Can the savings support until next month? The rent hasn’t been paid, all thanks to the good-hearted landlord who allowed us to owe it... and the last medical bill, which the landlord also covered first, plus expenses like electricity...

Ahahaha, how much longer can I survive...

With tears of bitterness, the Demon King from the Otherworld felt that after calculating his current financial pressure a little, his entire consciousness was about to blur.

"Uh?!"

At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked toward a certain direction in the distance.

Wait, this feeling is...

Stunned for half a second, Masaaki Oda finally started his brain, which had become sluggish and confused, to work again, and instinctively thought of a crucial point!

Magic Power! Yes, it’s Magic Power!

If I can recover Magic Power, then I can repair the bicycle with spells, restore the spilt food, and erase the incident as if it never happened! That’s right! This way, I won’t get a salary deduction!!

Probably due to excessive mental pressure, Masaaki Oda got such a delicate conclusion in a muddled way, he decisively picked up the bicycle, placed it on the roadside, and then turned around to run in that direction!

...

...

Meanwhile.

At that bustling baseball field.

Kusanagi Hikotou felt the joy of sweating after a long absence, he put down the baseball bat and wiped the sweat off his forehead, even though he was panting, he felt incredibly fulfilled.

Maybe this is the right choice...

I really shouldn’t leave the field...

A thought rose in his mind, he showed a relaxed and joyful smile, while his eyes also wandered around. The reason for returning to this field, partly he couldn’t easily give up, and partly he found an excuse saying he came to see if he could encounter that strange guy from that day...

At least I need to return his item.

With such a reason, Kusanagi Hikotou convinced himself to come here every day for a few laps, and then naturally got invited by previous partners to join the joyful field again.

Though he couldn’t find the person, he didn’t miss a single day of playing ball...

Even now, seizing the resting gap, he quickly glanced around, likewise finding nothing special. Shaking his head, Kusanagi Hikotou retracted his gaze, just as he was about to continue, he glimpsed a figure through the corner of his eye.

It was a boy.

He had a very peculiar aura.

Probably around the age of fourteen or fifteen, with black hair reaching the shoulders, ivory-colored skin, and very handsome and slightly neutral features... and the jacket he wore was quite out of place compared to the surroundings.

Not like modern clothing at all...

At first glance, it seemed like a robe those characteristic ethnic groups in desert oasis movies would wear.

Clearly somewhat soiled, it should have been white, but now turned tea-brown, even somewhat tattered, it’s uncertain how long he’s worn it or how carelessly, making it an unbearable sight...

But—

The reason he said the boy had a peculiar aura was because of this. It was an indescribable subtle atmosphere that made him particularly eye-catching, with such charisma buffing, other things seemed completely irrelevant.

So despite being so unkempt, the boy gave no sense of shabbiness, instead appearing gracefully, almost radiant.

"Strange..."

Kusanagi Hikotou subconsciously paid more attention, feeling odd, how long has this boy been watching by the field, was he just too engrossed to notice? Logically, such a unique person should easily draw attention, right?

Like those showing off on a basketball court or the handsome guys and beauties on the sidelines naturally become focal points of interest.

But now it’s not the case at all, clearly nearby, the crowd seemed oblivious of the boy.

Almost only Kusanagi Hikotou, only he noticed.

As their gazes met for certain, the boy standing by the field smiled at Kusanagi Hikotou, his slender eyes becoming even more narrow, his lips curved up.

It was a very classic-style smile.

The boy raised his hand, seemingly greeting him, his eyes also flickering with undisguised... admiration?

Kusanagi Hikotou couldn’t quite describe it, but that’s the feeling he got. He hesitated slightly, then still walked over there, anyway, after playing so long, it’s time to take a break... So maybe it’s from his thoughts, or maybe it’s due to destiny’s push—

He took a crucial step towards the path filled with thorns and glory.