Boom!
A violent explosion rang out as the tooth Hazenoki had spat exploded against the figure standing a few meters in front of Mukuro.
"Two against one. Do you really think that's fair? What should I call people like you… that's right, despicable villains! And the dirty tricks you despicable villains use on me won't work at all!"
"Don't believe me? Look! Zero damage!"
As the smoke cleared, a man in strange clothing stood there with his arms spread wide, wearing a smug expression as if he had truly taken no damage.
But the small hole in his head that was still spurting blood, along with his two missing front teeth and the blood flowing from his nose, made his claim hard to believe.
And in reality, the ones being "bullied" were the two he had just called despicable.
"Who is this guy?"
Reggie and Hazenoki both frowned.
The man in front of them had pitifully low cursed energy, yet he had taken that kind of explosion head-on and was still standing there like nothing happened, even with his head split open.
Was this some kind of special technique, or another Heavenly Restriction?
Their expressions darkened. One strange opponent after another… were they all gathering here?
"Don't worry, young man. I'll lend you a hand."
The man placed his hands on his hips, showing off the smiling face printed on his odd outfit, his whole body seeming to shine with confidence.
"I'm thirty-five this year. Just by looking, I can tell those two are bad guys. As for this young man… well, he doesn't exactly look like a good guy either, but that's revisionist!"
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Mukuro.
Fumihiko Takaba. Zero points. A modern awakened player.
While smiling and talking, the injuries from the explosion had already healed without anyone noticing.
"There's no need to help. I can handle this alone."
From behind him, Mukuro patted his shoulder and walked past.
"Don't get cocky!"
Reggie pulled out two slips from the paper receipts wrapped around his body and activated his technique.
"Contractual Re-Creation!"
In the next moment, the receipts turned into two large trucks that charged straight toward Mukuro.
Reggie's technique was "Contractual Re-Creation." By turning past contracts into receipts, he could recreate them when needed. What could be turned into a contract wasn't limited by the object itself, but by how much his cursed energy could handle.
"In a place like this, trucks aren't allowed!"
Suddenly, Takaba moved before Mukuro. He leaped into the air, spun around, then spread his legs and landed between the two trucks, standing on their windows, actually stopping both vehicles just a few steps away from Mukuro.
"A sudden surge in cursed energy?!" Reggie's eyes widened in disbelief.
Just a moment ago, Takaba's cursed energy had been like a small puddle. Now, it had surged to the level of a river.
Such fluctuation was unheard of.
"Which side are you on?!" Hazenoki shouted angrily.
"Which side…? You mean whether I prefer comedy or not? Of course comedy!"
Takaba's mood was unusually high. To him, stopping trucks with his legs was already something so absurd it was hilarious.
"I'm asking what era you're from!"
Hazenoki tried to clarify, barely holding back his frustration.
With such a strange ability, if he was also a reincarnated player, it would be best to recruit him.
"You're asking about my outfit? It's custom-made based on a hero who taught me 'comedy.' With this, I can never let things get boring!"
Takaba completely misunderstood, and the conversation went nowhere.
"Oh right, I just thought of a joke. You can use it to impress girls."
He suddenly turned serious.
"Don't marry me! I don't want you as my Wi-Fi!"
He struck a pose and delivered the joke he had been preparing in his mind.
But…
It was as if a long string of silence drifted across the sky. The scene fell completely quiet.
"What a shitty audience!"
Takaba snapped.
There were always people who seemed to have left their smiles behind before they were even born, yet still insisted on sitting in the front row. That was exactly why he never received any enthusiasm from the crowd.
"But even so, I won't abandon you, because I am—"
In the blink of an eye, Takaba appeared in front of Hazenoki, his body parallel to the ground as both his feet slammed hard into the man's face.
"A comedian!"
The two of them were sent flying together.
'This is troublesome!'
Now, only Reggie and Mukuro remained at the scene.
As for the two trucks, since their assigned task was to charge forward, being stopped meant their job was already complete, so they had disappeared.
And that… had been his strongest move.
"Contractual Re-Creation!"
Reggie flung out another handful of receipts, which turned into dozens of flying knives that shot toward Mukuro.
With his hands in his pockets, Mukuro walked calmly through the flashing blades.
Too slow.
"Contractual Re-Creation!"
Seeing it fail, Reggie summoned three cars, and two of them sped forward and crashed toward Mukuro.
Bang!
At the moment the two cars collided, Reggie had already jumped into the third one that remained behind him.
With a sorcerer's control over his body, he had easily learned how to drive after reincarnating.
And now, he was running.
He had just been reborn. He hadn't lived enough yet. There was no way he would risk his life here.
He stepped hard on the gas. The car roared, trying to take him away from this place.
"Didn't your instructor teach you to check your rearview mirror and wear your seatbelt?"
A familiar voice came from the back seat.
"What—"
Bang!
Before he could react, the speeding car slammed into something impossibly heavy.
The vehicle nearly fell apart, and Reggie himself was thrown through the front windshield, rolling across the ground for over ten turns before finally stopping.
"What… just happened…"
Reggie struggled to get up, but his whole body felt weak.
Ahead of him, Mukuro, who had somehow left the car, was already walking toward him step by step.
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On the other side.
"What the hell are you?!"
Hazenoki was on the verge of breaking down.
His explosions did nothing to Takaba. The eyeballs and teeth he threw were treated like fireworks.
"Blood on a comedy stage is a big taboo. And I already told you, I'm a comedian!"
Holding a folding fan, Takaba rushed forward in one step.
"You—"
Just as Hazenoki tried to throw a punch, Takaba suddenly moved behind him and crouched low right behind him.
Takaba didn't kill.
A comedian's job was to act silly and bring laughter, and whether anyone was actually watching or not didn't matter.
Right now, he just wanted to perform.
So… One Thousand Years of Death.
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