Chapter 85 Black Goku x Dice Monster x Magical Girl Ashes (Part )

June 6, 22:1 p.m. Beijing time, Tokyo Minato-ku.

After Ke Mingye and his group returned to Shiba Park, they swiped their cards and boarded the train back to where they started, the abandoned train station in the Lao Jingmai district.

Anti-Dog said hello and disbanded the team. The Trickster Doll left his spare mobile phone with the owner of a supermarket in the Laojingmai district.

Then he boarded a bus and found a deserted alley in the city next door and blew himself up.

Not long after, Ke Mingye pretended to buy some drinks and went downstairs to retrieve the spare phone.

He lay at home to kill time for a while. The sky outside the window slowly changed colors, from the bright sunshine at noon, to the setting sun at dusk, and then to the blood-red twilight. The city ushered in another night.

Every time this happens, the city will usher in a unique moment of charm, and the crimes of the past are always born under the cover of night. In the city of lights and wine, among the endless stream of people, criminals show their fangs on the stage of neon lights, and superheroes are too busy to breathe.

After dinner, Ke Mingye went out for a walk alone and found an opportunity to release the trick puppet.

Before July 7th, Ke Mingye needs to upgrade the "Disaster Dice" from D-level to C-level. At the same time, in order to increase the wanted level of "Dice Monster" on the official website of the Super Hero Association and achieve the main line node against "Blue Crow", he decided to throw a dice on the streets in the city center to see the association's reaction.

Maybe a major incident was reported and the Super Hero Association directly adjusted his wanted level from C to A?

So he ordered the trickster puppet to travel through the bustling city on spider silk, and on the way he stole a gong, a toy drum, and a drumstick from an antique shop on Tobacco Street.

Then he came to the top of the Beijing Ring Tower, sat on the railing of the exhibition stand, and fiddled with the things in his hands in the night breeze.

Then, the sudden sound of gongs and drums attracted nearby tourists.

They all raised their heads and looked at the gray figure sitting on the railing in confusion. The moonlight and the light of the tower intertwined and poured down on it, and even from dozens of meters away, they could still see the corners of its mouth raised high.

"Hey, I'm Dice Freak, you should know me, I'm on today's hot search."

As he spoke, the puppet leaned down, holding his waist, and casually placed the gong, drumsticks, and the rarely used toy drum on the floor of the exhibition stand.

Then he turned around and looked down at the crowd at the bottom of the tower with empty eyes.

The puppet shook its legs, tilted its head and said, "I am going to launch a terrorist attack here. In twenty seconds, I will throw a dice. I don't know what will happen, so I advise you to stay away from here."

After saying that, it began to count down unilaterally: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

The sound of countdown rang out in the air. Ke Mingye adjusted the voice of the trick puppet to the maximum, making it as loud as a horn, so every number was clearly heard by the citizens.

Soon afterwards, a herd-like escape was triggered. Amidst the shrill screams, tourists near the Beijing Ring Tower evacuated from the bottom of the tower one after another.

"three……"

"two……"

"one……"

Ke Mingye lowered his eyes and casually examined the passers-by on the street. At the same time, he deliberately slowed down the pace of reading out the numbers to prevent some people from evacuating in time.

Finally, after he glanced around and confirmed that there was no one at the bottom of the tower, he released his D-level skill - [Disaster Dice].

A blood-red dice appeared in his hand.

He picked up the dice, stretched his arm forward, loosened his fingers, and let the dice sink to the bottom of the tower.

Then he slowly stood up, pushed his feet off the railing, and his figure sank into the neon-lit city. He then shot a spider web high into the sky, and swayed in the night sky holding on to the spider silk.

The whistling cold wind pierced my cheeks like a knife, and a cold reminder sound rang in my ears.

[Currently, the D-level skill "Disaster Dice" has been used twice. This skill will undergo a qualitative change after being used 2 times (progress: 10 times/2 times)]

[The D-level skill "Disaster Dice" has been released. The six events extracted from the event library this time are:

Number ①: A giant turtle will climb up the Beijing Ring Tower;

Number ②: A famous band of the dead appears and plays songs on the street;

Number ③: A giant mole emerges from the ground and begins digging holes in the street;
Number ④: It will rain;

Number ⑤: A group of mechanical giants will appear on the street and begin to parade;
Number 6: Someone will pull the trigger on the back of your head. 】

"Hey, hey, what the hell is going on about someone pulling the trigger at the back of my head?" The trickster puppet raised a non-existent eyebrow.

thump...

The red and black metal dice fell rapidly from the sky and hit the ground, making a crisp sound on the empty road.

The dice hit the ground and bounced continuously, with the highest one flying more than four meters. This happened two or three times before it slowly stopped.

The number that finally stopped at the side facing the sky was...③. [The event represented by number ③ has been triggered: a giant mole emerged from the ground and began to dig holes in the street.]

At this moment, in order to avoid being caught by the Blue Crow, the Trickster Doll had already moved far away from the Ring Beijing Tower, but he could hear the sound of an earthquake in the distance, the low roar of some giant beast, and people's screams.

Ke Mingye was very curious about who would take action to deal with the giant mole, so he took out his mobile phone with his original body and logged into the Gray Pigeon dark web.

As expected, ever since he appeared as a dice monster in the Beijing Ring Tower, peeping Toms have started live-streaming the incident on the dark web.

In the city full of lights and wine, neon lights overshadow the moonlight and paint every corner of the street.

The photographer pointed the camera upwards, and the person who appeared on the screen was the superhero "Ink Writer". At this moment, the Ink Writer was standing on the top of an oriental dragon formed by a stream of ink.

This black dragon has two deer-like horns on its head, its eyes are white, and the long whiskers on both sides of its mouth flutter in the wind. Its four legs and sixteen claws are swaying slowly.

It has no wings, but its body sways in the air like a swaying black and white wave.

The ink writer wearing a white battle robe stood overhead, attracting the attention of the crowd. His fans pointed at his back and screamed loudly, raising their mobile phones together. The flash lights when taking pictures seemed to light up the night sky of the city.

Apart from him, perhaps the only other superhero dressed like this in the entire Beijing Expo is the villain "Fly Fairy". Nowadays, people pay attention to cultural and spiritual heritage. It is not easy for a superhero to gain popularity if he is too foreign and it is not politically correct. Only by adding some Chinese elements can he attract fans. Therefore, his agency designed his heroic image like this.

Ke Mingye has seen the information panel of "Ink Writer".

This is also a character from the Ninja Clan. But for some reason, he later developed into a superhero. The power he uses comes from the secret techniques passed down by the Ninja Clan, not supernatural powers.

The popularity of Moxiejia in the Beijing area can be seen from the surge in the number of barrages on the Huigezi dark web. If Qingya is the epitome of the negative impression of a superhero, then Moxiejia is the epitome of the positive impression. He is a clean and upright person who often participates in various charity activities and is willing to cooperate with the official promotion of national culture.

When he has nothing to do, he will live-stream his ink painting on the Internet, or write with an ink pen, and each of his works is worth a thousand gold coins. The reputation and strength of the ink writer are there, and as long as his works appear at auctions, they can be sold for at least a million yuan, making him a frequent visitor to the auctions of the nobility around Beijing.

Seeing that the screen was filled with densely packed fonts, Ke Mingye opened the settings and blocked all the comments.

Immediately afterwards, the photographer's camera captured two more figures, one of which was the magical girl Ashes, who was sitting on the handle of Cinderella's umbrella and flying from the corner of the sky.

This gothic magical girl changed her way of appearance today. Instead of holding her umbrella upwards, she sat on the umbrella handle like a witch sitting on a broom.

The neon lights of the city illuminated her snow-white face, and the wind from the night sky lifted her lead-bright hair, but she lowered her eyes, with an icy edge in her pupils.

As for the other figure captured by the photographer's camera, it was located directly above the Beijing Ring Tower.

That was the divine master Black Goku, who was standing on a dark cloud.

She looked at the mole from afar. The scarlet eyes behind the monkey mask shone with an eerie hue under the moonlight. The silver and black hood and the metallic robe fluttered in the wind.

"Please... am I so popular?"

When Ke Mingye saw the two sisters appear in the same frame again after a week, he knew that they were here to settle accounts with him, so he quietly closed the dark web.

He focused on manipulating the trickster puppet, shuttling between cities at a faster speed, and gradually reduced the use of spider silk to move around, so as to avoid being caught by others before the spider silk melted. With his current physical attributes, the puppet could easily jump ten meters with his feet alone, and it was no problem to pass through high-rise buildings.

Not long after, the trickster puppet jumped from the glass curtain wall of a skyscraper and got very close to the deserted No. 7 viaduct.

He shot a spider web toward the bottom of the bridge, then grabbed the spider silk with one hand and hung upside down under the bridge, quietly gazing at the brightly lit city in the distance.

Time passed by minute by minute. The giant mole summoned by the disaster dice was fighting with the ink-stained Eastern dragon. The roars of the two beasts spread across the sky, drowning out the noisy news and advertisements. The gushing ink briefly engulfed the neon lights of the city, and the colorful neon lights dimmed under the ink-colored giant.

Finding it unable to defeat it, the giant mole tried to burrow into a hole in the street, but the magical girl Ashes used her ultimate move as soon as she arrived.

Perhaps because the other party was not human, she pointed the tip of Cinderella's umbrella directly at the mole who was trying to escape by burrowing into the ground.

In an instant, a gorgeous beam of light shot out from the tip of the umbrella, as if thousands of gray roses were blooming together, or as if a gray beast stretched out its claws that covered the sky and the sun. The world seemed to be dyed gray at that moment, and all the neon colors were shrouded in the gray magic.

Countless electronic signs lost their signal, and the giant screens on the tall buildings went dark, as if an overwhelming dark cloud had enveloped the world, taking away all other colors.

In just a moment, it pierced through the mole's back, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The nearby high-rise buildings were dyed a sad red, standing side by side like blood-colored giants.

"Where's Black Goku?"

The trickster puppet was not surprised by the strange sight before him. Instead, he was more curious about where the other guest had gone. So he wiped his hand across his mouth and carefully observed the sky above the city.

Just as I was finishing my thoughts, an extremely dangerous figure came swooping down from the sky in a dark cloud and stopped under the Beijing Ring Road No. 7 elevated highway.

The trickster doll turned its head to look at her, holding the spider silk with one hand and waving at her with the other hand, with a grin on its face.

"Isn't this our classmate Sun Wukong... Long time no see, I miss you so much."

　Please give me a monthly ticket. If you don’t give it to me, forget it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)