I disguised as the second personality of a beautiful girl

Chapter 122 I was dressed in a sack and changed clothes, but I was caught up to the stage as a contestant? (big chapter)

eight pm.

Outside the Hachioji Opera House.

A few people were smoking and talking about the urban legends that happened in Tokyo recently.

"Death's very emissary?"

"Yeah, yeah, I don't know? Two days ago, the second in command of the guardian of the blue hanged up, and his neck was crushed. At that time, the two brothers who watched the fun were also lucky, and they were surrounded by people silently. Fortunately, that person There is no habit of silence."

"I'll be darling..."

"Those two brothers are both masters of level 3 evolution, and the other party is only level 2. Can you believe this?"

"Are Level 2 evolutions so fierce? Terrible..."

"Not only that, some gangsters nowadays have specially hired bodyguards of level 4 evolutionaries, just because they are afraid that the monster killer will wipe their necks without anyone noticing."

"A batch of cattle..."

These people were naturally referring to the time when Orihara Feng was on an assassination mission last Wednesday night, and happened to meet two colleagues, and inquired about some things by the way.

The rumors about [Death Envoy] have been very popular recently.

The underground world is going crazy.

This is the case in the Japanese-speaking area. The local language is a hodgepodge of many languages, especially like to play English, and they have some nicknames for Secondary School.

Just like Orihara Kaede's nickname: Death's very emissary (Death Special Envoy).

In addition, there are many labels for him:
"Legendary kendo master with level 2 evolution." "Appalling assassin." "Owner of an alienated gene sequence with a super SS score." "Suspected master from other districts."

The origin of his popularity was initially a video of a super-close confrontation with a ghost claw, then a series of assassinations, and then a series of word of mouth.

brewing... fermenting...

In the end, even Orihara Feng himself didn't know.

Before I knew it, I had gained a huge reputation in the underground world.

Such is the case with the Underworld.

Mafia, gangs, killers, criminals, hackers...all belong to the underground world.

People need to prove themselves every moment, and only through violence can they achieve self-realization, which has become a life creed generally followed by the general public.

Because at the bottom, most disputes can be resolved with fists and kicks.

Like corporate killers, they all belong to the high-end genre of the underground world, and they are deeply hidden.

Only some high-level gangsters, special hackers, intelligence dealers, and black market merchants understand this, and ordinary low-level people only stay in the profession of killers.

Also rarely seen.

They never know that in this world, in the city they are in, there is such a huge underground assassin organization, which has already penetrated into every corner of the world, like the ubiquitous shadow behind the sun.

Because this strange man with a high degree of legend has no deeds or rumors before, as if he suddenly appeared from a certain corner.

and so.

Many people speculated that it might be the boss of District [-].

Because only in that region with vast land and rich resources can such a master of swordsmanship be born.

"cut."

With these exaggerated words, a person who was listening silently beside him couldn't help shaking his head.

It's nothing but sensationalism.

In fact, that person's ability is not very great.

He thinks it's just taking advantage of people's fear. He hasn't watched the video, but there is a big problem with the logic. Is it really so magical that it can only evolve at level 2?
What about trouble? !
Maybe it was a god-making operation deliberately made by a certain gang.

Boring traffic operation.

This person wears a black mask and has two crossed samurai swords on his back. He has superb dual-sword swordsmanship and has a certain reputation in the underground world.

People gave him the nickname: Black-faced Warrior.

If he changed into a red leather suit, he would definitely be Deadpool.

The companion's topic continued, "I heard that there is also a mysterious organization that is also fierce. Recently, the heterogeneous group has eaten a lot. I wonder if they will focus on the Qingjiao..."

"Shh...Be careful with your words."

"That's right, ah hey, it's almost time for you, and you're still blowing outside."

A companion gave him a push.

At this time, he was feeling a little irritable, especially after hearing some bragging "Death Envoy", he took out a cigarette: "What do you know, the air outside is fresh, don't worry, you guys Smoke a cigarette?"

"Let's go, let's watch the game."

"嘁~"

Glancing at his departing companion, the black-faced warrior shook his head, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette, "Damn it, I don't know what monster I'll draw later..."

This competition between blue and blue is very important to him. Whether he can get a good ranking will determine whether he has a powerful stepping stone to step into a higher level field.

He no longer wants to stay at the current level.

Everyone is eager to prove themselves.

Just two hours ago, he passed the selection competition, and his journey went smoothly. He defeated several opponents with his brilliant swordsmanship, and won the favor of many spectators.

But the next game is a watershed, an important node.

He will fight monster level mutants!

In this game, the monsters you will face will be randomly selected by the system.

It's okay to encounter easier ones, but encountering hell-difficult ones, such as ghost claws, tyrants... then it's more ominous-this is a life-threatening battle.

After all, he is not the kind of Death Envoy who is blown out and can confront Ghost Claw at close quarters.

Thinking of this, he took two more puffs.

The smoke didn't ease his anxiety.

On the contrary, it was another kind of terrifying chill, which quickly spread to him, hiss——

This is the perception of killing intent.

not good! !
Snapped!
Before he had time to react, his neck was tightly entangled by a fox tail protruding from the alley.

The force of up to two tons entangled and compressed the aorta blood vessels in the neck, causing rapid brain ischemia and hypoxia. He couldn't fight back at all, and his eyes turned black.

The whole person was like a mouse bitten by a poisonous snake, and was dragged into a cold lair all at once.

A short moment.

The pavement disappears a man smoking a cigarette to ease his anxiety.

Only the cigarette that fell on the ground was still lit with a little red light, and wisps of green smoke slowly drifted away, indicating that a person who had a reputation in the industry once existed.

soon.

The sound of turning things came from the cold alley.

"Ah this..."

Seeing a business card with the contestant's logo on it, Mon5 said unexpectedly: "Huh? It's actually a contestant? Damn...then what should I do, should I change it?"

Because after Ogura Ai was rescued, every escape exit in the underground arena of the Qingjiao was controlled by someone, and the option of sneaking in under the hood was completely lost.

I can only sneak in with disguise.

So there was the scene just now.

Orihara Kaede and Mon5 were hanging on the wall of the alley next to them just now, less than three meters apart. After listening to their bragging for a long time, they finally waited for the opportunity for a guy to be alone.

It's not easy.

However, Orihara Feng did not expect to be so famous in the underground world.

What the two Koreans analyzed before made the two parties feel very reasonable. They said that they deliberately wanted to gain fame and attract financial backers, and only accept large orders later.

amount……

In fact, at that time, he just wanted to earn points and get new equipment, and he would do anything for it.

As a result, by accident, a goal was achieved, and a perfect logical closed loop was made up by outsiders.

but.

It doesn't matter.

Orihara Feng began to take off the clothes of the "black-faced warrior" and put them on himself.

In fact, it's just a change of coat, and the rest is similar. His high-end armor windbreaker is put in a camouflage carrying bag, and he carries two samurai swords crossed on his back.

"Won't you change the visor?" Mon5 asked a question.

"..."

Orihara Kaede looked at the inside of the sweaty black mask, somewhat hesitant, Mon5 stretched out his tentacles, and covered the mask hard on his visor.

There was a click, and then glued together with meat, and they overlapped into one seamless body.

"Dangdang!"

Mon5 looked at his work proudly, "That's it! Your energy field is similar to that of a level 3 evolutionary, and you probably wouldn't be able to see it if you didn't kill yourself."

"Okay, let's get in like this."

"By the way, what about the game?"

"It depends."

Orihara Kaede took off the visor and took a look. The black mask was completely stuck to the visor. At first glance, you can't see anything, but if you look carefully, there is a problem.

After thinking about it for a while, I put all the equipment except the red fox and the closed shielding device into the carrying bag, and found a place to hide it on the platform above the alley.

Leave the alley and go straight to the opera house.

In this way, Orihara Kaede successfully disguised himself as a "black-faced warrior" by relying on similar attire and contestants' business cards. After being guided, he took the elevator to the underground arena and came to the underground world more than 30 meters above the ground.

As soon as the elevator opened, the noise like a tide drowned him.

The huge inverted conical underground arena is full of blue and blue neon lights, which are gorgeous and dazzling. The large high-definition screen showing the event and the dancing of hundreds of people are full of emotions.

This kind of competition is really grand.

Before observing for a few seconds, a man in a suit hurried over and scolded him anxiously, "When is this? Where did you go just now?!"

Before he could react, he was pushed away by the man.

Due to the eye-catching thugs around him and the ubiquitous surveillance devices, he had no choice but to follow along all the way to the player waiting room.

This place is located in the underground of the gladiatorial site. When the time comes, the contestants will be sent to the venue by the lifting platform, and then, under the witness of hundreds of pairs of eyes, they will participate in the competition of Qinglan.

boom.

The door is closed.

Orihara Feng looked at the closed and locked door lightly, he knew exactly what this meant.

I had to participate in this competition as a "black-faced warrior".

You can only win, or die.

"Damn, it's all wrong, how did it get to this point?!"

"Obviously I just want to get in..."

"Oh, forget it, there is no other way, look at the content of the game... monster level!?"

"How many things are there?"

After Mon5 had no choice but to accept the reality, he was so stunned by the nonsense propaganda on the screen that he couldn't speak. Let people who don't know see it and think it's some kind of special drama like Ultraman?

Subsequently, the eye is trapped by the rules below.

Players can only use simple melee combat methods to defeat their opponents. They can only use cold weapons within the rules, and cannot use all thermal weapons, electromagnetic weapons...

Auxiliary visors are unlimited.

But the vast majority of people will not wear a visor, because it will affect their own judgment.

And then there is.

In the contest between humans and mutants, mutants are randomly selected according to the rules, which can keep everyone from knowing the next opponent, so as to raise expectations.

As for whether there is a black box operation, it is not known.

Not very friendly to players.

Orihara Kaede and Mon5 knew a lot of mutants, but encountered very few mutants.

After all, they were not mercenaries who ran out all day, and the response team who dealt with mutant incidents all day long. The mutants they encountered were limited to the city, but there were many different kinds of mutants in the city.

A few minutes later, the preparation time was over, and the voice of the man who seemed to be the manager sounded on the radio.

Time to play.

"..."

Orihara Feng silently stepped on the lifting cylinder, with a red fox hanging from his waist, waiting to board the competition site.

No one could have imagined.

The Legendary Assassin, who was making a big fuss in the work area half an hour ago, was not too cold. He actually went to the competition site of the battle between blue and blue as a contestant to compete.

can only say……

Good luck tricks people.

At the moment when the elevator came up, Orihara Kaede whispered something to Mon5.

cause the opponent's shock.

Huge.

The arena is like a small football field, the blue and blue neon light, and hundreds of eyes all meet here.

A drone with a microphone was suspended in the center of the field.

A host is projected holographically.

The host is using a passionate, cadenced voice to give warm-up words to hundreds of spectators, fully mobilizing the emotions and expectations of the audience.

"Tonight... is the big night!"

"A big battle is about to begin!"

"A battle to the death between a master of swordsmanship and a cruel beast!"

"The next one to play is that he has won many games in a row, with superb skills and unstoppable skills. In the previous few battles, he took the opponent's life with his best swordsmanship!"

"...please...the black-faced warrior!! (shock sound)"

With the cheers of the audience, a slightly smaller black hole on the field disappeared.

A tall and straight figure with double blades on his back appeared in the eyes of hundreds of people. Because of his outstanding performance in the previous games, the black-faced warrior successfully made many gamblers and spectators bet.

So the cheers were a little warm.

"Fuck Ollie!"

"Live and do it! Die!"

"Damn it, no matter who it is, fuck it to death! I suppressed 500 points!!"

"..."

Orihara Feng remained silent.

Just silently staring at a huge pit opposite.

Judging from the size of the lifting platform, it may be a big guy.

After the cheers died down, the host pointed to the big pit of the lifting platform and hissed and asked, "Can you hear me? What...is that beast?"

"Come and destroy this place!"

As the platform rose little by little, a hideous giant figure appeared in everyone's field of vision...

It was an upright creature resembling an armored Tyrannosaurus rex.

The thick limbs and swollen muscles contain a strange force measured in tons.

Apparently a gigantic creature made only for violence!
The size alone is as high as 5 meters! !

Standing on the field like a low building, even the audience outside the field can clearly feel the strong sense of oppression from the giant creature.

This is just a behemoth that has just stepped into the fourth level of mutation.

If it grows a few more levels, it will have a body size of tens of meters, which is no different from a monster in a special drama.

"Cheating!"

"Mutant Level [-] monster!"

"Why don't these organizers die!!"

Sensing this huge amount of energy fluctuations, as well as the terrifying appearance, appalling height, and size gap, Mon5 screamed hysterically.

This is... a two-level battle.

It's outrageous, outrageous!

Can you fight?
Seeing this kind of creature, Orihara Kaede's expression remained unchanged, he narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out and drew out the two samurai swords behind his back, and stood upright, quite like a master.

(End of this chapter)