Bori Kadori, a foreign exchange student, discovered the door to a new world during her short career experience.

Her personality was called Horn Cannon. In fact, she could launch up to four of her own horns at the same time and control the trajectory of the launched horns within a certain distance.

The specific distance and speed were personal secrets that needed to be trained hard. Just like the explosive impact that Takeshi could trigger, it was a personality data that every hero had to work hard to temper.

However, such a personality was not only used as a simple attack.

The seniors of the Hero Firm once kindly reminded Bori that she should reconsider the flexible use of her personality. For example, she could manipulate her own horns to explore relatively narrow spaces. If she tied a camera to it, she could even use it as a reconnaissance aircraft with a limited range of activity. It might play an unexpected role in hero activities.

And this foreign exchange student, who had a straightforward personality … probably did not have a deep understanding of Japanese. Now that she had returned to Sunyoung, the first special use of her personality she came up with was to launch the horn cannon to the entrance to act as a drying rack.

In response, Mi Cheng was speechless.

Hotaru Imai: "…"

What else can I say?

I can't say anything else.

Therefore, Little Bori proudly said that she would continue to study other ways to use her personality. You can look forward to it. Then, she turned around and returned to her room, leaving Satakura and Hotaru Imai in shock.

"Is Little Bori serious?"

After Bori Kadori's room door was closed, Satakura carefully asked Hotaru Imai.

"… I don't know."

She couldn't figure out what was going on with this overly down-to-earth train of thought.

…

After returning to the dormitory to do homework and design, Satakura's phone screen suddenly lit up from the dark state of power outage. An unfamiliar friend request popped up in the center of the screen.

[You have a new friend request]

"Huh?"

Putting down her pen again, Satakura clicked on the notification and thought that she would not be able to finish her homework today. However, when she clicked on the friend request to see the specific details, her surprised expression turned into an "as expected" smile.

On the other hand, as the current leader of the Enemy Alliance, Phyllostachys Amoena?

Looking at the only source of light in the dark space — the phone screen, he felt quite conflicted when he saw that his friend request had been accepted. The other party even sent a friendly [Smile] emoji.

Although it would be more convenient to have a Sunyoung spy for future plans, based on the previous contact, this spy's brain must have a hole. It would probably be difficult to properly perform his role as a "spy".

What else could he do?

The phone had been ordered by the white-haired guys in a moment of impulse. He didn't even ask for a deposit and paid for it in full. He also spent a sum of money on the Enemy Alliance's activities. Although the teacher left a lot of money here, and it was not a big deal, he still felt conflicted.

Black Fog roughly understood the general situation. He looked at the young leader who was already playing with his phone. He felt that young people nowadays were really addicted to "electronic heroin" … Just looking at the way he was playing with his phone as soon as he got his hands on it, oh no, it's over.

At the same time, Satakura very politely typed on the chat app:

[Satakura: Senpai, speaking of which, I still don't know your name!]

Phyllostachys Amoena paused for a second. His fingers that were touching the screen stiffened for a moment. Then, as if he had thought of something, he typed on the screen:

[Phyllostachys Amoena: Shiba (Shiba) (Shiba) (Shiba) (Shiba) (Shiba).]

Phyllostachys Amoena?

She quickly chose between Chai Cun and Chai Mu. Soon, she randomly chose the pseudonym she was going to use.

It didn't matter if they were discovered. After all, the phone and all social media accounts had a strict anti-detection mechanism. After receiving the money, those guys wouldn't make equipment that would be easily detected by heroes and police.

[Satakura: Then, Shiba -senpai, please take care of me in the future!]

Phyllostachys Amoena, who had been groomed as an heir since young, was unfamiliar with interacting with people of the same age. However, Satakura was indeed a qualified online friend.

If it happened that there were more interesting things today, she could go from "I'm worried that I'll fail the final exam. After all, if I fail, I'll have to stay for tuition" to "I've recently strengthened my physical training under the advice of another senpai. Shiba -senpai didn't seem to be in a good condition the last time I saw you. You should also work hard!"

Phyllostachys Amoena, who was suddenly labeled as in a bad condition recently, was speechless.

After a few seconds of awkwardness, he tried hard to recall his persona. It was mainly a persona that Satakura forced on him, just like a real second-year Heroica senior. He responded coldly, "I know."

Hotaru Imai, who had moved her laptop to the bunk bed, glanced down and saw Satakura holding the phone and chatting with someone. She raised her eyebrows, "Satakura, who are you talking to?"

Satakura, "The senpai from before, the one I met in Baosu."

Hotaru Imai's heart was alarmed, "What do you think of this senpai?"

If this unknown guy has bad intentions, she would kill him!

Satakura, "Well, if I really want to talk about it, it's a bit hard to explain his aesthetics."

Hotaru Imai, "…"

Very good, rest assured. With Satakura's brain circuit, she shouldn't be able to think of anything more complicated.

Hotaru Imai sat back on the bed, satisfied, and planned to think about her new design. Phyllostachys Amoena, who had put down the phone again, had mixed feelings.

In his heart, he was a little bit upset.

Noisy, this was his first reaction. However, he was somewhat mentally prepared for this. After all, in the previous few accidental meetings, this girl kept talking about useless things for a moment.

But …

But the lively aura of a real student, and this kind of attitude that was brewed under the shroud of peace despite being weak and weak, was scorching and unfamiliar.

If the symbol of Ormet dies, you people, you lambs bathed in hypocrisy and peace, will all feel the same pain as me, right?

In the dim light of the Enemy League, the thin teenager curled up his body. In the dream, blood and tears intertwined, entangling with each other, rolling and rising, and in the end, cultivating the notorious flower garden.

Thousands of hands rolled out from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, climbing along the teenager's trousers to his shoulders, forehead, and even all over his body. Wrapped in the unique sticky and pungent smell of blood, there was nowhere to hide, and there was nowhere to hide.

The ceiling collapsed into geometric shapes like an abstract painting, and from the ground to the sky, everything was distorted into a bloody mottled appearance. The teenager, whose whole body was covered in bloody hands, stood in the center of the world, looking around, all alone.

He had this kind of dream many times since he was young, but not once did the teenager see the salvation he once hoped for.

— — because in reality, such a rescue had never happened before.

Ormet, Ormet.

The hero who was praised for his prowess did not appear from the beginning to the end. Other than him, the other heroes did not appear as well.

"…"

Black Fog stood in the Enemy League's "staff dormitory" with a little bit of hesitation. Phyllostachys Amoena?

At the door of T's room.

Unlike the other members of the Enemy League, he was more directly under ALL.

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Although he usually took orders from Phyllostachys Amoena?

T's assignment. But more often than not, his feelings towards this young leader were more inclined to "accept the previous boss's request and assist him".

The frequency of the teenager's nightmares was frighteningly high. Generally speaking, it was very likely that the teenager had knocked off the hand that was always on his head when he was sleeping.

Black Fog, who was overly worried, or perhaps he felt that the room was a little noisy, would kindly go in and wake the young leader up from the endless nightmares. But this time, his hand that reached for the door handle hovered in the air.

"Leave it."

The computer screen suddenly lit up, and he was very familiar with the voice behind the screen. It was from his former boss, ALL.

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one。

"Huh?

But … "

Black Fog was a little hesitant. This kind of nightmare, other than affecting the quality of sleep and the quality of work the next day, and even the rationality of decision-making … What else could it do?

"Leave it."

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One ordered again. Even though the black fog did not understand the specific reason for doing so, it was fortunate that it was the former leader that he admired wholeheartedly and also the target that he truly wanted to pledge his loyalty to. Therefore, the young man only hesitated for a moment before obediently walking away from the door.

"So, what the hell is going on?"

After hesitating for a while, Black Fog still chose to ask the question.

ALL in the middle of the screen.

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ONE did not refuse to answer this question. He said calmly, "When the seed breaks out of the ground, it will have a certain impact on the soil. It's natural."

This statement was very ambiguous.

What was the seed planted? What was the content of the cultivation? It was obviously Phyllostachys Amoena as the "soil"?

Why was T chosen as the next leader of the Enemy League? All kinds of doubts were accumulated in his heart, but ALL.

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ONE did not intend to explain in such detail.

"So … if this happens in the future, I don't have to care?"

After all, touching the hand while sleeping was just a random event. There was no guarantee that the child would have some small movements every night, or that he would lie on the bed in an upright position every night.

"Well, leave it."

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