# 737
Chapter 738: Unconsciousness
Several black vehicles of the Kazatsuragi family sped past along the coastal highway.
In one of the vehicles, Cao Yuan sat in the back seat holding his刀, watching the glittering sea outside the window, his eyes filled with anticipation.
He had been stuck in this godforsaken place for so long, and finally found Lin Qiye and the others—he was about to reunite with them after a long time... Perhaps this was the happiest period for Cao Yuan in the past two years.
Beside him, Yuzuri Nana wore a black cherry blossom kimono, her little head drooping, looking extremely dejected.
Cao Yuan glanced back at her, thought for a moment, and finally asked the question that had been on his mind, "Since you're just sending me to Hokkaido, there's no need for you, the young head of the Kazatsuragi family, to make the trip personally, right?"
"Seven Nights is leaving, so of course I have to come see him off." Yuzuri Nana said matter-of-factly, "If I don't come this time, I might never see him again..."
Cao Yuan contemplated for a moment, "You could come back to Great Xia with us."
Yuzuri Nana was stunned, seemingly tempted, but finally shook her head, "Father and my brother are still here, I can't go back with you..."
Seeing this, Cao Yuan nodded and didn't press further.
Just then, a pleasant phone ringtone sounded.
Yuzuri Nana pulled out her phone, and seeing the number, her eyes lit up slightly. She immediately answered it.
"Seven Nights, we're already on our way."
"..."
After Lin Qiye said something on the other end of the line, Yuzuri Nana nodded and handed the phone to Cao Yuan, "Seven Nights said he has something to tell you."
Cao Yuan took the phone with confusion.
"Seven Nights, what's wrong?"
"..."
A moment later, Cao Yuan's expression grew grave.
"I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Cao Yuan took a deep breath, turned to look at Yuzuri Nana, and spoke seriously:
"The plan has changed. It seems... we should turn back."
...
Tokyo.
International Financial Building.
At the very top of this towering luxury skyscraper, a well-dressed man stood rigidly by the door, sweat continuously dripping from his forehead, yet he didn't dare wipe it away.
He was the wealthiest entrepreneur in Tokyo, with large and small companies under his name—in the Kanto region, he was a true top-tier tycoon, with both wealth and status enough to place him above ordinary mortals.
But at this moment, he was huddled like a quail, watching the four figures standing in his office, not daring to even breathe heavily.
Simply because... these four figures represented gods.
The white-robed Bing Zai slowly walked past the office's tea table, approaching the black desk. By the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, a black-robed figure sat in a leather executive chair, quietly gazing at the scenery outside.
"Still no trace of Yuzuri Takishiro and Yuzuri Kurotetsu." Bing Zai said slowly.
"Not surprising." Yu Zai raised an eyebrow, "Yuzuri Kurotetsu has the【Illusory Pupil】 that can deceive all living beings and machines. Even if we walked right past them, we wouldn't be able to detect them..."
"Then what should we do? It's been so many days already. Are we just going to keep waiting here?" The Fifth Oracle Envoy, Bing Zai, frowned and asked.
"It won't be much longer."
Yu Zai stood up from his chair, slowly walking to the calendar on the wall. He gazed at the date, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Soon, Yuzuri Kurotetsu will come to us on his own initiative. Counting the time... it should be about right."
...
Tokyo.
In a certain rental apartment.
"We cleared it!!"
Yuzuri Takishiro watched the image on the screen and excitedly stood up.
Uncle Kyosuke put down his game controller, rubbed his tired eye corners, and slowly rose from the cushion...
"All-night gaming... my knees are starting to hurt again." He grimaced as he stretched, walking to the thick curtains that were tightly drawn. He reached out and pulled them open.
Bright sunlight poured in from the window. Uncle Kyosuke and Yuzuri Takishiro both squinted their eyes.
"Is it already that late?" Uncle Kyosuke murmured to himself.
"Clearing a new game in one sitting feels so good! No wonder it's one of this year's masterpieces... Although the story is a bit bland compared to the previous installment, the gameplay has made huge breakthroughs! What do you think, Uncle?"
Yuzuri Takishiro lay down on the bed, rolling twice. His long snow-white hair scattered casually across the sheets. After reminiscing about the game for a while, he turned to look at Uncle Kyosuke standing beside him.
Uncle Kyosuke's mouth twitched. After contemplating, he started talking nonsense:
"Compared to the previous game, the story really isn't as good, but I also think its gameplay innovations aren't that significant. It's still a bit behind another masterpiece I played before..."
"Really? Uncle, you really played such an amazing game?!" Yuzuri Takishiro's eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Uncle Kyosuke.
"Of course." Uncle Kyosuke grinned, "I played that game two years ago. When it first launched, I stood in line all night to get it..."
Thud—!!
Before Uncle Kyosuke could finish, a dull sound came from behind him.
Uncle Kyosuke froze. He turned around in confusion, only to see that Yuzuri Takishiro had somehow fallen to the ground face-first. A unhealthy bluish-gray pallor spread across his face, his eyes tightly shut, his expression seemingly in great pain.
"Taki!"
Uncle Kyosuke's pupils constricted sharply. He rushed to Yuzuri Takishiro's side, his eyes filled with anxiety and confusion.
He gave Yuzuri Takishiro's body a simple examination—no wounds or illness whatsoever, but his entire body was as rigid as if encased in some kind of plaster, and his body temperature was dropping at an alarming rate.
His heartbeat was becoming increasingly slow.
How could this be?!
Uncle Kyosuke felt Yuzuri Takishiro's body gradually losing its vitality. His face was full of panic. He furrowed his brow and stood up from the floor, wanting to carry Yuzuri Takishiro to the hospital, but stopped his movements.
Yuzuri Takishiro's body was different from a normal person's. After years of experiments by the Oracle Envoys, his vital signs differed greatly from ordinary humans—this could easily be seen from his white hair, his physique, and those cross-star-shaped pupils.
If he were sent to a hospital, not only would he be unable to receive treatment through medical means, but it might even cause a commotion...
But if he didn't go to the hospital, Uncle Kyosuke himself didn't understand medicine, nor did he know what was happening to Yuzuri Takishiro's body right now. Should he just wait here?
Oracle Envoys...
Experiments...
During the time he had spent accompanying Yuzuri Takishiro, the latter's body had shown absolutely no abnormalities, nor any signs of illness or pain. His current condition couldn't have developed after arriving in Tokyo...
Could Yuzuri Takishiro's current condition be related to the experiments conducted in the【Pure Land】?