GBP Chapter 138 Forever Young, Everlasting Youth
Chapter 138 Forever Young, Everlasting Youth
"Alright, get up now."
Pulling the affected Rum up from the floor, Kuromon Haruya came to the bedside and, after confirming that Kurosawa Jin's condition was relatively stable, opened the door:
"I'll go make some lemon tea. Sharon just happens to have some ideas about the direction of the subsequent filming, you and Haohao can discuss it."
Click.
The moment I gripped the metal doorknob, the pattering rain outside abruptly stopped. The warm atmosphere that had just lingered in the room was gone forever.
Kuromon Haruya slowly turned around, looking blankly at the three people who were suddenly frozen in time like in a photograph... Then, precious memories from the past forty years flooded into her mind.
"..." Kuromon Haruya's triumphant gaze gradually calmed and softened as he looked at the long-unseen faces with nostalgia. He waved gently, as if he were only leaving for a moment. "Goodbye, I look forward to seeing you again in a few days."
With a click, the ebony door gradually faded after closing, dissolving into the empty, pure white space.
The sense of direction in the secular world is too weak in this space. There is no distinction between up, down, left, right, front, and back. An infinitely extending white light fills every corner—including Kuromon Haruya and the perfectly round, white bird egg in his line of sight.
He tapped the bird eggs lightly, jokingly asking his roommate what they were having for dinner:
"What's wrong, Nigliado? Are you feeling unwell? It's only been six years. I'm looking forward to reliving these precious moments again."
The bird eggs did not react.
Kuromon Haruya poked the eggshell helplessly and counted on her fingers:
"The crow's affinity, calling, command, spiritual connection, bird communication, and biological deterrence;
Proficient in languages, mysticism, potion-making, alchemy, magic circle drawing, and art appreciation; enhanced speed, physical fitness, strength, senses, vision, and inspiration.
Weather forecasting, instantaneous memory, memory recall, knowledge acquisition, voice imitation, absolute sense of time, the ability to sense future trends, the aura of death, spiritual objects, crises, and the perception of others' emotions and thoughts—a whole host of extraordinary, powerful, and dangerous abilities.
"Over the past forty years, I've almost completely absorbed you, leaving you with nothing but support skills... You wouldn't happen to be the weakest demon among us, would you?"
[Greedy bastard, who are you talking about? You're the worst!]
The Raven Demon, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back anymore. This behavior of blatantly looting the loot box and then complaining about the equipment was simply too despicable. This was intolerable!
[My background is among the best in the world; do you even understand the value of the Elixir of Immortality?]
Kuromon Haruya tugged at the end of her hair, drawing out her words in dissatisfaction: "After drinking, your hair stops growing, and you can't even change your hairstyle. It's completely worthless—oh well, I didn't expect anything from you anyway."
"The corruption phase of forging the Philosopher's Stone lasts for 40 days. This year marks the 40th anniversary. You have used these layers of memories to hone my skills forty times. This is your limit."
The bird egg trembled slightly, and a calm sound entered my mind:
[The victor is king, the loser is villain. I was destined to die the moment you turned on me. But you, Black Gate, do you still consider yourself human? Do you think you'll be lucky enough to escape the clutches of the title "demon"?]
The prophetic dream you had twenty-four years ago has already etched the trajectory of fate.
—Human will cannot withstand the test of time. As deep, viscous malice erodes the soul, you are destined to lose yourself one day, devouring your own offspring in a pool of blood. You will personally consume Gin and Vermouth, bite by bite.
"Have you finished your last words?" Kuromon Haruya's expression was relaxed and calm as he placed his right hand on top of the eggshell, his eyes showing no emotion. "Then farewell."
A blinding white light hummed in the air, and immense pressure pressed in from all directions, penetrating deep into the soul and marrow. A slight crack appeared at the top of the eggshell, deepening with a creaking, murmuring sound until it reached the bottom.
In the radiance devoid of any mercy, Negredo's voice gradually blurred and distorted, laughing loudly with an ironic pleasure:
[Then let me offer my final blessing here—dear Kuromon, may you stay young forever! Hahahaha...]
"zero."
The cold, suffocating light violently washed over everything, and my consciousness returned to the moment the fireworks burst open.
"Ouch...it feels like I took a flashbang in the face."
Kuromon Haruya opened his eyes, stumbled to his feet from the floor of the Mori office, and saw everything in his blurry vision as if it were a double image.
"Happy New Year!" A cheerful celebration rang out from outside the restroom.
A series of light footsteps approached from afar, followed by Conan's greeting from outside the door: "Happy New Year, Kuromon-kun!"
By the way, he's now 26 years old, "Kuromon-kun," and he was just celebrating New Year's Eve with the Mori family and Hanzawa. It's all that black chicken's fault; the rollback wasn't even complete, and he's still a bit disoriented!
Kuromon Haruya, covering her eyes, came to the door and replied, "Ah... Shinichi, Happy New Year to you too!"
Thump! The sound of something hitting the wooden door came from behind.
The sound of angry footsteps faded into the distance, and one could vaguely hear Ran Mouri's surprised exclamation: "Conan, how did you get such a big bump on your head! You're so careless..."
Realizing that she had probably let something slip again, Kuromon Haruya silently looked away and washed her face with warm water to regain her composure.
It wasn't until his entire face was flushed red that Kuromon Haruya finally recovered from the shock. He looked down at his right hand, calming himself to savor what he had gained this time.
A vast and mysterious power coursed through his body, forming a perfect cycle that nourished his physique with every breath. If this improvement could continue, perhaps he could finally defeat Gin in hand-to-hand combat, something he hadn't done in a long time!
With anticipation, Kuromon Haruya switched on the light. He took a step back, the shadow in the corner gently enveloping him, obscuring his figure. The peaceful and serene shadow clung to him like a bed, sweeping away any lingering effects.
Yoruichi Kuromon could sense that he could also use the shadows to connect with other places he had been to. As long as the destination also had shadows, he could instantly travel between the two places.
However, since everyone is still waiting outside, staying in the restroom for too long would give the impression that one has a sensitive stomach, so let's not do it.
Reluctantly stepping out of her "bed" and returning to her current persona, Kurokawa Haruya was about to open the door to meet everyone when she suddenly felt her foot kick something.
Gurgling.
He looked down and saw a snow-white egg with a few cracks rolling towards the corner of the wall, bouncing back and slowly rolling back to his feet.
Haruya Kuromon: ?
Egg:......
[you...]
He snapped his fingers to silence everyone, then picked up the bird eggs and shoved them into the toilet. He closed the lid, pressed the flush button, and did it all in one smooth motion.
"Oh dear, maybe I've been squatting for too long and my blood pressure is too low, making my eyes blurry."
But it could also be because midnight is considered the time of demonic possession in occultism, no wonder I saw such ominous things, hahaha...”
Upon opening the toilet lid, a bird egg the size of a penguin egg was found stuck at the bottom, blocking the drain.
Not an illusion!
Although Kuromon Haruya understood what had happened the moment he saw the egg, he didn't want to face this unsettling fact!
He gripped his hesitant left and right hands tightly with his right hand, took a deep breath, and pulled his phone from his pocket:
[当前时间：1994年1月1日 00:05]
You have a new message:
From Koizumi Akako: Crow's family, remember to send me the content of your prophetic dream when you wake up!
"Why didn't I think of that in 1994..."
Under the influence of the timeline of Ke Xue (a fictional science fiction novel), 1994 simply couldn't have passed!
Turning my head to stare at the bottom of the toilet, I saw that the bird eggs had floated up from the bottom and were now floating on the surface of the water.
'Even though I didn't go to the toilet just now, let me fish it out now... ouch!'
After pondering for a moment while looking at the toilet, Heimen Yaoye opened the urban forum, used the organization's black technology to forge a blog post, and then dripped a few drops of tap water into the corner of his eye.
With everything ready, he flung open the door with a "whoosh," his face pale, and lunged between Hanze and Kogoro Mouri, his right hand trembling as he pointed to the bathroom door.
Kogoro Mouri nearly choked to death when he saw a dark figure dart towards him. He barely managed to refrain from cursing when he saw it was Haruya Kuromon, only asking irritably while reeking of alcohol:
"What's wrong? You're such a grown man, why are you acting so flustered? Did you run into Sadako or Kayako in the bathroom?"
Fanze was much more conscientious; he was instantly affected by the atmosphere and became anxiously concerned: "Mr. Kuromon, what's wrong?"
If something can scare members of a ruthless organization like this, I can't imagine how terrifying the place must be!
"What I'm about to say, you mustn't be afraid." Kuromon Haruya gripped Hanazawa tightly, his expression serious as he surveyed the room, his tone heavy:
"I think I've given birth to a Guardian Character!"