Chapter 484: My House is Quite Big
Chapter 484: My House is Quite Big
Julia nearly screamed when she saw the Grim Reaper painting. She glanced at Fang Cheng before hastily passing the paper to the bald director.
“Director, look at this.”
The bald director took the paper. His already darkened face turned even blacker, as if scorched.
Victor, standing behind him, also stiffened.
Seeing their reactions, Fang Cheng understood the Grim Reaper painting he’d drawn might bring trouble.
“Is this dangerous?” he asked.
The bald director shoved the paper back. “Newbie, your luck’s rotten. You’ve watched *The Grim Reaper* movie?”
“Does the adult version count?”
The director froze.
_Since when was there an adult version?_
“Go watch the proper film,” he snapped, returning the paper.
Fang Cheng took it. “So I got the movie’s Grim Reaper?”
The director ignored him. Julia cut in urgently: “Yes. For seven days, deadly accidents will follow you everywhere.”
Fang Cheng shrugged. “Seems ordinary. Why panic?”
He’d seen the movie. To kill him, the danger needed to be a thousand times stronger. Even then, he had hundreds of lives left.
“Ordinary?!” Julia’s voice sharpened. “You think you’re strong? The Reaper brings _exactly_ what kills you! A superpowered man once dodged disasters… until he ate bad food, weakened from diarrhea, and drowned in his toilet.”
Fang Cheng: “…”
_That’s not scary. Just gross._
Asaka Akihime found it repulsive too, so she didn’t translate it for Ye Yuqing.
Others in the meeting room noticed the commotion. They crowded near, then scattered upon hearing “Grim Reaper,” avoiding Fang Cheng like plague.
Even the smug vampire retreated, eyeing the room as if crosses might materialize.
“This rookie’s amazing,” Little Spider muttered, clutching his head. “At being unlucky.”
The rest stared at Fang Cheng like he was already dead, keeping their distance.
The Grim Reaper wasn’t just some spirit—it was divine cruelty nobody survived. However strong you were, one slip meant death.
Ignoring their fear, Fang Cheng calmly pocketed the paper. Picking up Ye Yuqing’s sheet, he asked Julia: “What’s this doll?”
“That’s the Evil Spirit Doll. It’ll follow you home and summon evil spirits to kill everyone there.”
Julia explained that while the Evil Spirit Doll was a fearsome evil spirit, it seemed downright harmless compared to the Grim Reaper.
She gave Fang Cheng a pitying look – such a handsome young man, soon to meet his end. Still, she couldn’t help but admire his composure under pressure.
The bald director showed no concern for the newcomer’s fate, immediately retreating to his office to search for the adult version of *The Grim Reaper*.
As Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing turned to leave, Victor stopped them.
After several seconds of hesitation, he muttered, “If you want out, I can get you into St. John’s Cathedral. Might last seven days there. Or… another place.”
Even the normally detached Victor felt awkward. Kamikawa Takumi had told him to watch over Fang Cheng, yet here they were with the kid facing certain death within a day.
If Fang Cheng died tonight, Victor would never hear the end of it from Kamikawa.
“Really?” Fang Cheng leaned forward. “How about the White House? Seven days there?”
Victor’s eye twitched. If I had White House connections, would I still be working this job? “Pick something else.”
“The Pentagon then?”
“…”
Victor’s face hardened. When did this brat become so annoying?
Fang Cheng shrugged. “Forget it if you can’t deliver.”
“Your choice.” Victor didn’t insist.
After they left, he checked his phone’s recording function. The entire conversation had been captured. At least he could prove he’d tried when Kamikawa came asking.
In Victor’s mind, Fang Cheng might as well be dead already. Better start pricing coffins and cemetery plots.
Outside the Department of Homeland Security, the meeting room crowd lingered across the street. Their poorly acted conversations couldn’t hide the stolen glances.
Even Ye Yuqing understood their game. They’d stayed to witness Fang Cheng’s first steps toward doom – rubberneckers hoping for catastrophe.
“Those bastards are waiting to laugh at us!” Ye Yuqing’s face flushed with anger, fists clenching.
Fang Cheng held her back. “Leave them be. They’ll be dead within seven days anyway.”
Since becoming Tsukimi Narumi’s proxy, the brat’s anger issues were worsening. He needed to avoid attention – if the North American United Government discovered his unauthorized entry, there’d be interrogations and ruined plans.
As they prepared to leave, a muscular Black man emerged from the crowd across the street.
Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing recognized him as the first to enter the meeting room, silent throughout.
The black man approached them. “I’m Jack,” he told Fang Cheng. “I know a way to stop the Grim Reaper’s chase. But you must agree to my condition.”
Fang Cheng kept his composure. “What condition?”
Jack eyed Ye Yuqing up and down with a chuckle.
Ye Yuqing clenched her fists.
Though expressionless, Fang Cheng wondered how San Francisco’s sewers differed from Area 11’s. Would anyone notice a dumped corpse there?
“The condition is…” Jack turned back to Fang Cheng with a suggestive look. “You spend seven days with me. Deal?”
“You bastard! How dare—”
Ye Yuqing began rolling up her sleeves angrily, then froze mid-motion. “Wait, who’re you asking?”
Wasn’t this supposed to be about kidnapping innocent girls?
Fang Cheng’s face darkened. Now he understood those weird stares Jack kept giving him during the meeting.
Those had been “unsheathing sword” eyes all along.
“Woman, you’re not my type. Back off.”
Jack warned Ye Yuqing before placing his hand on Fang Cheng’s shoulder, fingers tracing circles. “Come to my place? It’s pretty spacious.”
CRASH!
Jack suddenly flew backward across the street, smashed into a wall by Fang Cheng’s vicious kick to the gut.
The watching crowd fell silent. Though doomed by the Reaper’s curse, this Asian kid clearly remained dangerous.
As Fang Cheng turned to leave, he noticed Ye Yuqing’s odd stare.
“Why that look?”
“Nothing.” She sighed deeply. “Just realizing I need to guard against both fox spirits and troublemakers now. Life’s getting complicated.”
Fang Cheng grimaced at her analogy and pulled her away.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!”
Erica came charging from the Homeland Security building, fist-mark still visible on her face, eyes blazing with fury.
“Hit-and-run? I’ll put you both in hospital forever!”
“Let me handle this!” Ye Yuqing stepped forward, itching to vent her pent-up frustration since arriving in North America.
Erica’s hair transformed into writhing snakes as she sprinted, eyes glowing with petrifying power from her Medusa bloodline.
Ye Yuqing felt her limbs stiffening, movements slowing.
Fang Cheng remained calm. As the Proxy Goddess’ chosen, her power surpassed even most ace ability users.
The spectators across the street regrouped excitedly.
“Who’ll win? Let’s bet!”
“$10 on the newcomers!”
“$20 on Erica! Show some respect!”
Little Spider collected bets until suddenly yelling: “ERICA! LOOK OUT!”
A speeding truck veered toward Fang Cheng—but struck Erica instead as she turned. The vehicle plowed her through a roadside wall.
The crowd stared, one thought echoing: The Reaper’s here.
Targeting Fang Cheng yet hitting Erica—was this luck or curse?
Little Spider swung over using streetlight silk. “She dead?”
“Mostly.”
As bystanders gathered, Fang Cheng dragged Ye Yuqing away. The ability users watched them go, certain of his impending doom.
When bettors finally noticed, Little Spider had already escaped with their money.