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Sugo Nobuyuki kicked away the woman who had just been in his arms, his tongue, longer than a normal person's, hanging out, as he gasped for breath.
The bodyguards beside him pulled the woman away, while the other bodyguards remained, controlling their expressions to appear emotionless, watching Sugo Nobuyuki without blinking.
Although they didn't understand why there was a pervert who paid them to watch a live broadcast, they didn't care; as long as there was money, it was fine.
For fear of being suddenly killed by an attacking player, Sugo Nobuyuki dared not let himself leave the sight of ordinary people in this world.
As for being watched by bodyguards like a live broadcast, wasn't that even more exciting?
"This is an opportunity…" Sugo Nobuyuki thought, looking at the Command Seal on his hand.
Because he was too terrified upon his first entry into the Paradise, Sugo Nobuyuki only received a D-rank evaluation for his first game, with rewards even less than the minimum for a C-rank evaluation.
This led to his low strength; in his second game, even if Sugo Nobuyuki wanted to strive for higher rewards, his weak strength simply wouldn't allow it.
In the Paradise, strength improvement was like a snowball rolling, while falling behind in strength was like an avalanche.
As a researcher who developed games for ALO's development company, Sugo Nobuyuki could already imagine what kind of future awaited him.
He would cling to life like a dead dog, hoping the next game would come later, sinking into one minimum reward after another, until one day he died in a battle he couldn't adapt to.
When Sugo Nobuyuki entered his third game as a full-fledged player, feeling his lost power and reading the Paradise's detailed explanation of this game, he knew his chance to change his fate had arrived.
In this restricted confrontation mode, all players' Skills, equipment, and items were sealed, with only their five-dimensional attributes remaining.
It was like a game that had already started, and the referee suddenly announced that someone had jumped the gun earlier, making them all return to the starting line to restart the competition.
"A player who is only Lv3, how much difference can there be in their five-dimensional attributes? The key to winning this game is to rely on luck to summon a powerful enough Heroic Spirit!"
"As long as I win this game, I can reverse the previous decline and rejoin the snowballing queue… and finally control the Paradise!"
Like a gambler told he could travel back in time before placing his bet, arrogant thoughts echoed in Sugo Nobuyuki's mind as he was pleasantly surprised to find his initial identity was excellent, with money and power, various firearms displayed in his liquor cabinet, and a powerful Holy Relic on the table.
After that, there was only bad news: he couldn't find where the summoning tools were, the weak player he discovered escaped a certain-kill situation, and even summoned a Heroic Spirit, forming a great enmity with him.
Looking at his player panel, Sugo Nobuyuki kicked the nearby cabinet, sending shattered wood splinters flying, which cut a bodyguard's face.
Sugo Nobuyuki felt no apology; if he remained timid in the Main World and also timid in the Paradise, then what was the point of being a player?
"Why haven't you found it yet?"
No sooner had he questioned, the tall building suddenly shook. Sugo Nobuyuki instinctively thought it was an earthquake and was about to duck under the bed, when a terrifying explosion followed, deafening him.
Everyone in the room was a bit flustered, and Sugo Nobuyuki's face was also very grim.
"Is revenge not even delayed overnight?"
Sugo Nobuyuki picked up a nearby phone and looked at the hotel front desk's surveillance. In the somewhat poor quality footage, two people were walking in with shotguns. Most of the gang members he hired were already lying on the ground, while the rest were huddled in a corner, covering their heads.
His heart pounded violently as Sugo Nobuyuki watched the leader flirt with the attractive hotel front desk clerk, saying something to her.
The next moment, the landline in Sugo Nobuyuki's room rang.
Sugo Nobuyuki watched everything warily, waving his hand to signal a bodyguard to answer.
A bodyguard stepped forward, answered the phone, and pressed the speaker button. The sweet voice of the hotel front desk lady appeared in the room.
"Moshi moshi, good evening, is this Mr. Gary Astar?"
The front desk waited politely for a moment, and seeing no response, continued.
"Mr. Gary Astar, there's been a small incident at the hotel. There's a group of," the front desk glanced at Kisaragi Rin, who was sitting in a swivel chair beside her, and continued according to his self-introduction: "Um… terrorists who call themselves the U.S. Army stationed in Japan have occupied this place. They are inviting you to come down, hoping that through you, uh… they can control the oil in the Middle East…"
"Control the oil in the Middle East?" Sugo Nobuyuki, listening from the side, almost laughed in anger.
"By the way, a large amount of C4 explosives are ready. If Mr. Gary Astar is unwilling to come down, they will directly blow up the Hyatt Hotel, giving you an unpleasant night."
"Above, is the content that this terrorist next to me asked me to convey to you."
"Finally, Mr. Gary Astar, I wish you a pleasant evening."
The front desk lady held the phone with both hands and presented it to Kisaragi Rin, winking at him.
Kisaragi Rin took the phone, and his voice, hidden behind the mask, said to her with a smile: "Miss Tōshō, your message delivery task is complete. You may leave now. I wish you a pleasant evening."
Confirmed that she could leave, the front desk clerk, who called herself Miss Tōshō, stood up and walked out, occasionally looking back at Kisaragi Rin, afraid that a movie cliché like "pulling the trigger on the girl who was allowed to leave" might happen.
She walked all the way to the door, and seeing that she hadn't been shot, Miss Tōshō's mind became active again. She turned back and, under Yukinoshita Yukino's strange gaze, took out a marker from the cabinet.
"Mr. Terrorist, could you sign for me?" Half-crouching in front of Kisaragi Rin, Miss Tōshō held the marker, pushing up her ample chest, hinting at where she wanted to be signed.
Yukinoshita Yukino: "…Is she crazy?"
Saber in spirit form: "Master, swearing is wrong."
Kisaragi Rin casually signed Iron Man's name for her, politely declined a perfumed kiss, and spoke into the phone.
"Mr. Gary Astar, you didn't manage to kill my friend, did you?"
"Because of being hunted by a certain guy, my friend and I didn't have the confidence to win."
"As the saying goes, 'there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.' We hope to form an alliance with you to face certain enemies together."
"Not directly blowing up the hotel and killing you is my sincerity…"
Ordinary people would hear such words and simply take them in.
As long as ordinary people don't truly realize the supernatural, Rule 6 won't be triggered.
Watching the scene on the monitor, Kisaragi Rin's calm voice transmitted through the phone into the room.
As the last sentence fell, the hang-up tone sounded. Sugo Nobuyuki frowned; given his current predicament, he was somewhat swayed by the idea of an alliance.
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