"Playing so big?"
Fubuki felt her mind grow a little confused. She only said it was a big game but didn't directly refuse.
Akira was somewhat surprised. Bewitch Heart could actually reach this level?
Fubuki didn't get angry and refuse outright? He had already been prepared to say it was a joke—after all, it sounded like one.
Or did she think she was sure to win and was already a little disoriented?
Akira looked at Fubuki, calm and composed. Since it had started, he would see it through.
"You can change the conditions."
"You must act with me during the typhoon's landfall."
"That won't do. I came here to guard my house. If you take me away, what would be the point of me coming here?"
Fubuki thought for a moment. If Akira only guarded his house and didn't interfere, she had no reason to lose. But she actually thought Akira might affect the outcome! It seemed Mr. Akira had left quite an impression on her last time.
In any case, unless Akira had truly been to the future and knew how things would unfold, her chances of winning were absolutely infinitely close to 100%. With Akira joining the Fubuki Group, its strength would undoubtedly increase significantly. She would also have a powerful backing.
Thinking this, Fubuki added, "Then you can only stay within five hundred meters of the villa."
"And if you lose, not only do you have to join the Fubuki Group, but you also have to become my servant—serving only me."
Fubuki arrogantly lifted her face, watching the expression on Akira's face.
Akira laughed, also somewhat surprised. But to prevent Fubuki from suspecting anything later, he still played hard to get. "Just kidding. Don't take it too seriously."
"Are you scared?"
Akira feigned guilt. "No, how could I be scared? It was just a joke. Don't be so serious. I only used 'forbidden plaything' to scare you. Who would have thought you'd actually agree?"
"Then I'll concede a step. How about just joining the Fubuki Group?"
"I've already refused once before. Don't bring this up again."
In Fubuki's eyes, Akira was already at an absolute disadvantage. She immediately said forcefully, "Then accept this bet. I've always been serious."
Her hand touched her lips, her graceful figure fully displayed. "Think carefully. If you win, you can have me."
Then she crossed her legs. Her high-heeled legs were surprisingly long. "That's a forbidden plaything. Don't you want it? I think no one can refuse."
Fubuki used a honey trap on Akira. Akira pretended to fall for it, not knowing where to look, as if he were possessed. "I… I agree!"
"Hahaha."
Fubuki laughed confidently, thinking, I'm still so charming. "Agreeing isn't enough. We must draw up a written agreement."
So Akira got a pen and drafted the gambling contract.
After both parties signed and pressed their handprints, Akira could hardly believe it.
Bewitch Heart had actually done it!
However, what he had said was truly outrageous. If he hadn't actually seen it, he wouldn't have believed it either.
Oh wow~!
Now, wasn't Fubuki going to give herself away for free?
Akira looked up at Fubuki and saw her beaming with joy, smiling very happily. "Mr. Akira, you will soon become my servant!"
Akira smiled noncommittally.
He hoped her sister Tornado wouldn't interfere in this matter. But even if she did, he had already gained enough. As the leader of the Fubuki Group, if Fubuki couldn't keep her word, she would likely lose the trust of her people and carry that burden for the rest of her life.
However, Fubuki was not a target for the Eroge's capture, so he still had to abide by some rules and laws.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, several hours passed. The typhoon had already made landfall.
Akira's villa should have been on the edge of the typhoon—at most experiencing a heavy storm. But after the typhoon made landfall, it immediately began to shift mysteriously southward.
Fubuki didn't need to judge this with her eyes, because the Hero Association headquarters had already sent the message to all reserve personnel's communicators.
"It moved south. And the Deep Sea Tribe really took advantage of the typhoon to come ashore—in large numbers."
Fubuki looked at Akira in disbelief.
"Isn't there still the Deep Sea King? You still have a chance. And I'll just guard within five hundred meters of my villa. I absolutely won't go out."
Without saying more, Akira was the first to rush into the strong winds and heavy rain.
He immediately ran into Stinger, who was being beaten back by a Deep Sea Tribe member.
This ugly thing—why is it even more troublesome than the ones I dealt with before?
At that moment, a figure shattered the rain curtain, flying like a swimming dragon toward the Deep Sea Tribe member's head and kicking it away.
"Hey, you're that guy from the other day."
But before Stinger could finish speaking, Akira had already arrived in another block, dealing with other monsters.
The typhoon suddenly turned south, and the Deep Sea Tribe followed it southward. So Akira mostly only needed to face north and kill monsters. After the typhoon passed, there were dozens of monster corpses around his villa. All of them had their heads kicked off by him, leaving only their soft, rotting bodies.
Hero Association Headquarters
The technical personnel in the communications department were gathered together.
"Our satellite was hit. Could it be something thrown by a monster?"
"If it was a monster, how powerful would that monster have to be? To throw something into space and still aim for the main bodies of five satellites…"
"Unfortunately, the photos taken by other satellites only show a dark, indistinct object, as if it had been incinerated by the atmosphere and carbonized."
At that moment, sets of data were calculated. The gathered staff quickly used this data to manipulate the satellites for positioning.
They found that all these satellites pointed to one direction—the wealthy district of the coastal area.
In the image, besides dozens of monster corpses, there was also a face they were exceptionally familiar with.
Atomic Samurai.
At that moment, Atomic Samurai was chatting with a young man, looking very cordial. Atomic Samurai's temper—those who knew, knew. If a person's strength wasn't on the same level, he wouldn't even bother.
Conversely, this young man's strength had already been recognized by Atomic Samurai.
But his face was so unfamiliar. Not one of the ones registered with the Hero Association.
"Akira."
"Ah, Atomic Samurai."
"Is everything handled over there?"
"It's mostly handled. Besides the one you dealt with, the other A-Class Heroes can generally manage."
At that moment, Fubuki—who had little energy left—flew back. From afar, she saw Akira chatting with Atomic Samurai, seemingly very close.
This scene immediately struck her with awe.
Akira's strength was indeed great, but it shouldn't be enough to gain the recognition of an S-Class Hero like Atomic Samurai. With a touch of curiosity, Fubuki stepped forward to greet them.
But Atomic Samurai only muttered a few words out of respect for her sister. He showed no emotion whatsoever.
"Akira, I want to have a match with you and witness your true strength."