Pendragon's Infinity Gauntlet

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"……it is good."

Dong Xiangjiang, standing outside the door, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then, as if she had let go of her inhibitions, continued, "If you need, I can lend you my underwear too..."

"..."

Although no sound was made, Pendragon's ahoge definitely twitched and stood up straight!

"Underwear... I don't need that kind of thing."

In fact, Pendragon's clothes were all formed by magic. If she hadn't been too lazy to explain this phenomenon to them, she wouldn't have even accepted Touka's pajamas.

"what?"

Dongxiang was a little taken aback; she was quite certain that what she heard wasn't "don't need," but rather...

"I don't wear underwear."

"..."

Dong Xiangjiang's mouth dropped open in astonishment; Pendragon's words and actions had clearly shaken her worldview.

She was so conflicted before even speaking up, considering such a private matter, but it turns out the other person wasn't wearing anything at all... not wearing anything at all!

Leaving aside Touka, who was already somewhat bewildered and unsure of what to say, Pendragon had found information about "Kun" by infiltrating the dark web of this world.

This is a magical creature that has existed on Earth since ancient times, capable of establishing a contractual relationship with humans that cannot be explained by science.

These creatures can evolve by devouring their own kind or other creatures, and as their tacit understanding with their contractors continues to improve, they can even fuse with humans, stimulating human potential and greatly enhancing their physical attributes!

The White Dove organization still exists, but according to the information Pendragon found, this official organization that protected the people in the original work has become an underground organization representing the dark side of the world.

Pendragon glanced at it and, from an ordinary person's perspective, this organization was nothing short of villainous. They formed this organization in order to live longer and become more powerful, search for and capture other contractors, conduct various experiments, and have backgrounds with big tycoons and politicians, which perfectly illustrates the basic qualities of a villainous organization.

It wasn't anything worth paying attention to. Pendragon glanced at it and put it aside. The world was still dominated by humans, and the small number of contractors naturally hid in the shadows, separated from the ordinary world.

Because contractors need to consume a lot of energy, sweets and desserts that provide high calories and sugar have developed better in this world and are far more abundant than in the ordinary world!

Pendragon could sense that Touka and the shopkeeper's vitality was several times higher than that of ordinary people, clearly indicating that they were all powerful figures who had raised Kun.

I guess they took me in as a companion because of my unusually large appetite.

After all, in this world, the number of Kun Contractors who do not belong to the White Dove Organization is still very limited, even though their situation is somewhat better than that of the ghouls in the original work. The weak can only survive by banding together.

Pendragon only got out of the bathtub after staying there long enough until Touka-chan indicated she wanted to use it.

She could have used her telekinesis to remove the water droplets from her body, but she changed her mind after seeing the bath towel hanging on the wall.

"Wouldn't it be strange to not use anything at all?"

Asking himself a question, Pendragon took off the towel to avoid answering Touka's question.

"It smells good."

After smelling it and finding no strange odor, Pendragon used it to dry his body and wrapped it around his waist.

Then Pendragon, carrying a pile of clothes that hadn't been converted into magic, opened the bathroom door and walked out. That should mean he doesn't have to answer any questions now, right?

"..."

Dong Xiangjiang watched as Pendragon came out of the bathroom, put on his slippers, bent down to take his pajamas, nodded to her, and went back to his room.

Something just doesn't feel right...

It wasn't until she saw Pendragon's smooth, jade-like back that Touka suddenly realized, "That's not how girls wear their bath towels, is it?"

If you weren't carrying a bunch of clothes, your chest would be completely exposed! Even if your ahoge (cowlick) is as flat as a boy's, that's no excuse for draping a towel around your waist!

"Where's the promised huge pectoral muscle of BX? Is it because I haven't fully ascended it yet??"

Pendragon put on Touka's pajamas and found that they were a bit too loose. Pajamas are designed to be loose and comfortable, and Touka is several centimeters taller than her, so this was to be expected.

"Knock knock knock!"

A cautious knock sounded on the door, and Touka's voice came from outside.

"Ahoge, have you changed your clothes yet?"

"All right."

Pendragon went over, opened the door, and simply left it open, handing the towel back to her as he did so.

"The clothes fit quite well."

Dong Xiangjiang coughed lightly. Sure enough, with a good complexion, she looks good in anything.

"..."

Pendragon didn't say anything. This fits perfectly? This isn't how you start an awkward conversation where you're blatantly lying.

P.S.: Thank you everyone for your monthly votes! I've gained so many, but I'm still far from being on the new book chart, lol.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Salted Fish

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"Don't you need to wash your clothes? I have plenty of casual clothes you can borrow."

Since we've already borrowed so many things, there's no problem taking out a few more sets of casual clothes that aren't considered private.

After saying that, Dong Xiangjiang, like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, walked to the bedside, picked up Pendragon's clothes, and smelled them.

Things formed by magic naturally have no odor. The tailored suits are as smooth as if they have just been ironed, and then Touka hangs them one by one on the floor rack.

It feels a bit strange...

This is so incredibly welcoming!

As Pendragon watched Touka straighten her clothes, his gaze involuntarily lingered on her long, shapely legs.

Compared to her conservative long-sleeved pajamas, Touka's everyday outfit consists of a short-sleeved top and hot pants, showcasing her long legs to the fullest.

Pendragon's ahoge (cowlick) stood up as a sign of respect.

Her fair thighs were long and straight, appearing supple and smooth, like flawless jade...

In short, Pendragon had his fill of visual enjoyment, so much so that after Touka left, she didn't really want to read the novel anymore and simply went to bed wearing the pajamas covered in chibi rabbit patterns.

"Okay."

Pendragon closed his eyes, took off his glasses, and pressed down on the mattress with his hand.

"It's a bit hard..."

Pendragon fell asleep almost instantly, before he even had a chance to complain about how hard the bed was, and he was already in a deep sleep.

As Dong Xiangjiang emerged from the bathroom and headed back to her room, she glanced at the guest room door, which was open, and saw Pendragon sleeping soundly. She hesitated for a moment…

Then, remembering that she still had homework to do, she immediately abandoned the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to admire his stunning beauty.

In a metropolis with severe light pollution, the night sky is shrouded in mist, with few twinkling stars. Only a bright moon hangs alone in the sky, silently watching over the city that never sleeps below.

Compared to its busy daytime, Tokyo, a metropolis with over ten million inhabitants, displays a unique vitality at night.

Izakayas, nightclubs, bars... people who have been busy all day choose to relax at this time, have meals together, and drink with colleagues and friends to relieve the stress brought on by the day's work. Even married men are no exception. This is a common phenomenon in this country.

The city's prosperity is merely a facade. Behind it lies an underground world that is difficult for ordinary people to access, or rather, that would bring bad luck if they did. Under the cover of night, it has quietly begun to operate.

If daytime represents order, allowing the Kun Contractors to live peacefully due to considerations of public influence, then nighttime represents the beginning of the activity of chaotic and disorderly forces.

While Dong Xiang was burning the midnight oil, battling with the homework assigned by her teacher, a middle-aged man with a ponytail lay dying on the floor of a small, privately owned clinic.

The desk was broken in two, the walls were covered in blood, and white pieces of paper were scattered on the floor, quickly becoming stained with all sorts of dirt.

"I'll ask one last time."

A tall, muscular man in a white suit grabbed the man by the hair and lifted him up from the ground.

The excruciating pain, which felt like his scalp was being torn apart, made his face, covered in blood, bruises, and lumps, even more distorted, so pitiful that it was unbearable to look at.

"Dr. Fueguchi, where is the list of Contractors' medical records?"

"..."

Dr. Fueguchi, barely clinging to life, struggled to move his eyes, wanting to struggle but lacking any strength. Yet, his gaze remained the same as before he was tortured, even more resolute.

"You asked for it."

The tall man tossed Dr. Fueguchi to the ground like he was throwing trash, then turned and walked out of the clinic.

Outside the door stood organizers in uniform, their expressions indifferent.

"Don't let the guys inside die."

The man nonchalantly ordered two subordinates to carry the doctor out of the clinic, his voice like that of a demon.

"Where are his wife and daughters? Find them for me."

Bending down to stare at Dr. Fueguchi's half-open eyes, the man with a large forehead and face revealed a genuine smile.

"I'm quite curious whether you'll still be able to keep your mouth shut like this once I send your wife and daughter into the lab."

The previously dying flute suddenly burst forth with power from nowhere, breaking free from the two men's restraints. It let out a wild roar, its throat stained with blood and filled with madness, as it lunged at the man it wanted to tear to pieces.

"boom!"

Unfortunately, the vast difference in strength caused the crazed flute mouth to be like a moth drawn to a flame, and it was sent flying before it could even touch the man in the suit.

"gecko."

He uttered these words through his almost clenched teeth. Although he could barely keep his eyes open, he exuded a murderous aura that chilled everyone present.

"What did you say?"

The creature nicknamed Gecko crouched down in front of the flute, pretending to listen intently.

"If...you dare...touch them..."

He spoke intermittently, accompanied by exhalations.

"I will absolutely kill you."

"Even if I'm in hell, I'll definitely crawl out and kill you."

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Pendragon woke up hungry.

Just like not having slept enough, her body, lacking sugar, was weak and powerless; she had no strength left to crawl from one end of the bed to the other.

"So hungry..."

A pale arm, peeking out from the somewhat oversized sleeve, stretched towards the doorway, as if seeking salvation.

laugh--

Like a deflated balloon that quickly dries up, Pendragon's outstretched hand went limp after a short while, hanging limply with the bedsheet, completely lifeless.

The silver-gray ahoge (cowlick) blended into the crowd of hair after losing its tuft.

"What's wrong with you, you with the ahoge?"

This scene was witnessed by Touka, who ran into her room in her everyday clothes.

"……Hungry."

The weak, listless voice immediately amused Touka; she thought this guy was a little too cute.

"Then hang in there a little longer, I'll go make something to eat."

Dong Xiang rushed into the kitchen and busied herself with taking out ingredients such as toast, tomatoes, bacon, and eggs from the refrigerator, neglecting to even wash up.

Pendragon lay sprawled on the bed for a while, smelling the increasingly close aroma of food, and his droopy ahoge (cowlick) began to twitch as if it were about to pop out of his hair.

"By the way, you haven't washed up yet, have you?"

Touka looked at Pendragon lying on the bed and suddenly realized this.

"It's okay, beautiful girls don't have cavities or bad breath!"

P.S.: I've been sleeping late lately and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. I have a headache and a lot of cravings. Great cultivators, please take care of yourselves!

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Ice Cream Building

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