Lambo bit his lip and swallowed his tears. He couldn't cry; Lambo would one day defeat Reborn and become the strongest person in the Mafia; he couldn't cry.
Waaaah, he was so moved, but he couldn't cry. He decided that the person named Tsuna would be his first subordinate in the future; Lord Lambo would take good care of him!
After the video of the Vongola Lightning Guardian finished playing, Gojo Satoru and Yaga Masamichi discussed the Cursed Spirits appearing in it; they didn't look like they were naturally formed, which led them to suspect that someone was conducting experiments in the shadows.
Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, for some reason thinking of the Nine Facets of Darkness from Itadori's family.
In fact, over these years, he had also discovered some clues. An invisible hand was always appearing in the background, pulling strings and making connections, but the hand was very subtle, he couldn't uncover it in a short amount of time.
In the Literary World, the leaders of three organizations gathered to discuss whether supernatural abilities would be effective against Cursed Spirits.
The people in the Conan World are the most worried; they possess no special powers, they wonder if they will be at a disadvantage after the worlds merge, they also do not know if firearms will be effective.
Can everyone learn Cursed Spirits, or can only specific people learn them? Can everyone possess flames?
So much was said, until the World Consciousness began playing the next video.
[The girl looked weak and small, holding a trident taller than herself. One eye was covered by a black eye mask, while the other eye flashed with a determined gaze.]
She wore tight-fitting clothes that revealed a small portion of her fair, slender waist, paired with an army-green miniskirt and black boots, her face looking youthful and delicate.
She was introduced as follows: one of the Vongola Mist Guardians, Chrome Skull.
Colonello was truly surprised this time: "So that's how it is. How can there be two Mist Guardians? That's impossible, right?"
Reborn was also shocked, though not excessively: "Two Mist Guardians.. there must be a reason behind this."
Everyone in the Katekyo Hitman Academy World knew the Vongola members were very surprised, because a situation where two people occupied a single Guardian position had never occurred before.
Rokudo Mukuro hadn't felt anything just now, but the moment the girl appeared, his intuition regarding the oppressive pressure of the space took effect, he immediately locked onto a frail girl in the corner.
The little girl was wearing a white dress and was too timid to look at anyone else; as if sharing a telepathic connection, she raised her head just as Rokudo Mukuro looked over. As their eyes met, she quickly averted her gaze.
She didn't know why she had appeared here; she was just in this strange place, among strangers, her body feeling wonderful, the agony that used to make her life unbearable had vanished.
She thought, perhaps this was heaven, or perhaps she was in a beautiful dream. If this were a dream, she hoped she would never wake up for the rest of her life.
The television here is also great to watch; everyone from last year was shining brightly, unlike her, who was so gloomy.
The man inside named Sawada Tsunayoshi was so popular that even she couldn't help but watch him.
When her own portrait appeared on it, she shrank her shoulders like a little rabbit. The person on it was so unfamiliar, wearing the kind of revealing clothes her parents wouldn't allow, with a look of strength on her face that she had never seen before.
Who was that? Why did she look exactly like her?
She was so terrified that she hardly dared to recognize the person above; that could never be herself. She didn't have much time left; her mother and father had already given up on her, wanting to abandon her treatment.
Suddenly, an irresistible force pushed her to the very front, right beside a wicked young man named Rokudo Mukuro. She gripped the hem of her skirt, her fingers clenching so hard they turned white.
She was in a state of confusion, not knowing what to say.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a bit anxious; he pounded hard against the surrounding barrier, having the thought for the first time that he wanted to go out.
Not having transformed into Chrome, she was too fragile; she couldn't just be suddenly exposed before everyone, she would be scared.
Let me out! Who locked me in here? Let me out, quickly!
Everything around him remained motionless. Sawada Tsunayoshi steeled his resolve and ignited his flame.
In the next second, an ethereal and blurred voice appeared in his ear: "Don't waste time. You cannot go out for the time being."
Why.
Because the time has not yet come. Endure a little longer, little Vongola; your time will come very soon.
After speaking, the person vanished, leaving Sawada Tsunayoshi unable to leave and unable to find the speaker.
It was a dim space. On the high platform, there was a red cage covered by a black cloth; from beneath the black cloth, the ornate patterns of the iron cage could be seen.
Sitting below the high platform were several people whose faces could not be clearly seen, each wearing a grotesque mask. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the high platform, the sound of beasts panting drifted through the air.
A man wearing a clown mask stood on the high platform, with two people standing to his left and right behind the clown.
The Clown spread his arms, a beam of light shone down, drawing everyone's attention to the stage.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting. The final item of this auction has arrived on stage; I believe everyone is eager to see it.
Let us unveil the true form of this first-class treasure; it is something that will absolutely not disappoint you all.
Haha, seeing your expressions, I knew you must have received word in advance. That's right, it is exactly what you think. It is Miss Chrome, the Flower of Evil of Vongola, whom I captured at the cost of two hundred of my thugs.
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Chapter 25: 25-Day Livestream
[The crowd below erupted in immense passion. The girl stood there, her hands tied behind her lower back, yet she remained upright and resilient. Even when faced with such massive greed, killing intent, all sorts of foul gazes, her expression did not waver in the slightest; instead, it carried an ethereal and indifferent quality, as if it were empty of all things.
She looked down at the people below, as if looking at a flower reflected in a misty mirror upon the water, blurred and indistinct.
Look at that, everyone, look over there. Such a noble Guardian; even while being tied up here, he still carries himself with such pride. This is the confidence of a Vongola Guardian. He is looking down on everyone.
Clown stirred everyone's emotions with just a few words: "Everyone here is a victim of the Tenth Generation's series of schemes. I know you all want to rebel against the foolish Tenth Generation, but everyone, please calm down and take it one step at a time."
The Vongola has been rooted in the Hidden World for a long time and has grown lush and thick, but we are no different. With so many people rising up together, we can take it one branch at a time, sooner or later, we will be able to uproot him!
The people below were stirred to passion, one person stood up excitedly: "That's right, Leader! Under your leadership, our Anti-Vongola Tenth Generation will definitely become even greater and stronger!"
Another person also stood up: "Leader, we will follow you forever. Before you arrived, we were a leaderless group without a plan; it was you who led us to become the scale we are today. Whatever you say, goes."
Others also stood up: "Yes, we will follow the Leader's orders unconditionally."
Clown lowered his loud voice slightly before speaking with a dignified smile: "I have received everyone's intentions. Rest assured, as the Leader of the Anti-Vongola, I will not fail your trust. I will definitely lead you all to topple the Tenth Generation and restore order to the Hidden World."
“The first step to bringing down the Tenth Generation Vongola is to dismantle his Guardians. I went to great lengths to invite Chrome as our guest, so let us welcome her with applause.”
The people below broke into thunderous applause, the noise deafening, all of them looking at Chrome with intense passion.
Clown said with a grin, "Chrome must have already felt everyone's enthusiasm. Now, let's hear what she has to say."
The microphone was held up to Chrome's lips, but she turned her head away, displaying her uncooperative attitude to the fullest.
"It seems she still has some spirit." Clown wasn't angry, but instead praised her.
The people below stood up, shouting, "Leader, she is Sawada Tsunayoshi's lackey! We need to use blood to dampen his momentum. I propose we kill her and throw her head into the Vongola office! I want to see if he can continue to act so arrogant after that!"
His proposal was met with unanimous approval, one by one, people stood up, the atmosphere in the room growing increasingly heated.
Kill her.
“Kill her.”
Kill her!
Clown extended his arms to signal everyone to be quiet. "I have heard your wishes. Fine, since this is what everyone thinks, I, the Leader, will say no more."
"However, before that, there is one thing I want to do." After he finished speaking, he gently removed the mask from his face, revealing the weathered face of a middle-aged man.
Clown curled the corners of his mouth. "Family, everyone has come from all directions for the same goal. In my heart, you are my family, my close friends, my backbone. I won't hide it any longer; this is my true self."
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Because you are my family, because you are the people I trust most. At this very moment, on this historic day, I am removing my mask only to treat everyone with the utmost sincerity.
I believe you will never betray me. I believe in you.
Dino and Romario complained, "It feels like a cult, or maybe a pyramid scheme. They seem really unreliable."
As for the Anti-Vongola, what a joke. If they were just a bunch of rabble that could easily overthrow them, the Leader wouldn't be the Boss anymore; he might as well just change his name to the youngest sibling.
Actually, he was just looking for some entertainment, because as an ally of Vongola, he knew that Vongola's foundation would not be toppled by just a few people.
Romario, I bet they won't last three months.
Gentleman Romario replied politely, "Boss, how do you know if they have already been established for three months?"
Dino casually brushed his hair back: "Oh, Romario, I'm the boss; you should follow my advice unconditionally."
I beg to differ.
Hugging himself, he didn't dare look at his surroundings, burying himself in his knees and peeking at the person above through the gaps.
So calm, so elegant, so dignified.
Even in such a dangerous situation, how can she remain so calm?
It's terrifying. There are so many people around, so why are they looking at her with those eyes, as if they were beasts about to tear a fragile prey apart and swallow it whole.
I'm so moved, Leader. Since our organization was founded one month and five days ago, we didn't know which direction to take for the first month; it was only after you arrived that we finally had a formal gathering place.
"Because you are here, we finally have a direction to strive for. You are the compass for our Anti-Vongola movement. Since you have been so candid with us, I will no longer hide my true self." As he spoke, the Wolf Mask Man stood up and ripped off his mask, revealing his true face.
Someone recognized his face: "That's Jack the Ripper Dyson. They say he's a fanatic fan of Jack, he has already killed five Vongola external consultants in a row."
Another person stood up and removed his mask; this time it was the Evil Doctor, who was said to have killed a hundred ordinary people with a virus and was wanted by Vongola.
Inspired by the people in front, everyone present stood up one by one to remove their masks. Although they had different identities and genders, the only thing they had in common was that they all had connections to Vongola, each carried some degree of hatred within them.
Gradually, only the few people at the very front were still hesitating.
Unlike the individuals fighting solo behind them, they were bosses of certain families. Having long heard of an Anti-Vongola organization, they had come thinking they might be able to find allies.
The group exchanged subtle glances; they had known each other's identities since the day they first met, they all thought to themselves in unison: what a bunch of old foxes.
After that, they all went undercover inside to collect information. Watching the organization grow larger and larger, absorbing more and more talent, seeing everyone reveal their identities today, it was clear that while each individual was small, together they could truly bite off a piece of Vongola.
Most importantly, the one who made them decide to step forward was that youth on the stage, Chrome.
Even being able to capture the Guardians, their strength is not to be underestimated.
It's just that the previous members were very scattered; they wanted to wait until their influence grew before stepping up as leaders and consolidating their strength. Now that an unknown Leader has suddenly appeared halfway through, if they don't step up now, someone else will snatch the opportunity away.
Dino said happily, "Heh, see, I told you they were just a makeshift crew; they might even disband soon."
Romario: "I hope your guess was correct."
[One person took off his mask and stepped forward, walking up to Clown's side: "Ladies and gentlemen, I wonder if you recognize me."]
Someone cried out that he was the boss of a certain family, he smiled with satisfaction. "That's right. We are also victims under the Tenth Generation, we are currently gathering our strength to fight our way in."
Several more people stepped forward one after another. Without exception, they were all the leaders of various families. They stood in a line, pushing Clown aside.
“Our families plan to form an alliance, anyone is welcome to join us. Our doors are always open. With everyone's participation, we can immediately infiltrate Vongola headquarters and pull Sawada Tsunayoshi down from his high position.”
The bosses did not just use words to persuade; they even used interests to entice them.