Zongman: Evolution Paradise Chapter 163

[Player – Makoto Doesn’t Fear the Cleaver, Evolution Game Starting Soon]

[Paradise Congratulates You in Advance]

[Welcome to this Grand Evolution]

His vision shifted, and Makoto Itou found himself standing at the entrance of a hospital, holding a bouquet of flowers, like a reef separating the surging crowd.

He looked around like a robot, until an impatient person shoved him, and Makoto Itou finally reacted, moving to stand against the wall.

Opening his Paradise bracelet, Makoto Itou browsed the game information again and again.

Hmm… he simply didn’t understand it the first time.

After roughly comprehending his situation, Makoto Itou stared blankly at the passing crowd.

He was just an ordinary middle school student, and his player level was also an ordinary LV 3. He didn’t feel much about this special mode notification.

Restricted Confrontation?

For Makoto Itou, restricted confrontation was no different from the most ordinary main quest progression. All he needed to do was find a way to complete the objective named C and then return.

“Summon the Heroic Spirit, then let the Heroic Spirit fight to the death alone. If they win, there’s a reward. If they lose, I can directly settle the game and leave.”

After reviewing it again and pondering for a while, Makoto Itou came to this understanding and began to feel that this mode was surprisingly perfect.

What was a player, if not someone who, with a swipe of a finger, sent game characters out to fight to the death?

Makoto Itou only hoped to encounter more of these welfare modes where he could just sit back and wait for the results.

“Disguise your identity?”

Looking at the Paradise’s information, Makoto Itou found his identity from his wallet.

“Ryuudou Issei, Homurahara Academy, High School Division, Class 2-C…”

Reading out the information on the student ID, Makoto Itou looked at the handsome photo of a purple-haired man and touched his own face, feeling that even with his added charm attribute, he wasn’t inferior to this Ryuudou Issei.

“So now, I am Ryuudou Issei.”

Makoto Itou tossed the flowers in his hand into the trash can, preparing to go straight home. After all, he didn’t know what Ryuudou Issei was planning to do with the flowers.

If he knew he couldn’t do something, then he simply wouldn’t do it.

This was Makoto Itou’s way of disguising himself.

After some searching, hearing the presence of the three major classes, Makoto Itou set off again from the Homurahara Academy, which had already finished classes, and finally arrived at the residence of his current identity, Ryuudou Temple.

The ancient temple, long stone steps, and temple gate all exuded a sense of age.

“Since my surname is Ryuudou, and this temple is called Ryuudou Temple, is this my home?”

Understanding his identity, Makoto Itou ascended the stone steps of Ryuudou Temple, appearing more confident. Facing the ordinary monks who greeted him inside Ryuudou Temple, Makoto Itou simply smiled, successfully hiding the fact that he didn’t recognize anyone.

“I need to find the summoning item first…”

To experience a Holy Grail War that felt like an idle game, he first had to successfully summon a Heroic Spirit.

If he couldn’t summon a Heroic Spirit and was discovered by other players beforehand, then death was the only way to exit, with no possibility of begging for mercy.

Hmm… begging for mercy was indeed very effective. Makoto Itou had already tried it during the initial trial, though the cost was his somewhat delicate face.

Glancing around with his peripheral vision, Makoto Itou, as a scenic spot, had many strange things inside. He reached out, troubled, trying to touch every item he thought might be it.

“Paradise doesn’t even say what the summoning item looks like, and I don’t know what a ‘Holy Relic’ is either.”

“This broken temple is so big, how long will it take me to find it?”

“Moreover, it might not even be here!”

Makoto Itou thought, somewhat resigned.

Just then, Makoto Itou saw two people walking towards the main hall of the temple.

The white man carrying a briefcase behind him looked righteous, with a handsome face full of amiability, but what truly caught Makoto Itou’s attention was the person walking in front.

He was wearing a classic black suit uniform, paired with square-rimmed glasses, a slight smile on his lips. Simple black hair and black eyes, combined with soft facial features, weren’t stunning, yet they gave Makoto Itou a very unique feeling.

It was like sitting on a wooden stool, a cool ear pick fitting into the ear canal, rotating, tilting, and extracting a large piece of earwax—that feeling of a full-body shiver, a resonance between the skull and the heart.

Makoto Itou’s gaze was fixed on the man’s face until the man entered the main hall of the temple before he snapped back to reality.

He thought about continuing to search for the summoning item, but Makoto Itou’s body never left the area outside the main hall’s door. When the man came out again, Makoto Itou went up to him.

“I am Ryuudou Issei, I…”

Makoto Itou hadn’t finished speaking when his eyes, which had been disrespectfully scanning the man’s body, suddenly narrowed, and his smile froze on his face.

On the man’s uncovered hand, there was clearly a Command Seal pattern identical to the one on his own hand, though one stroke was missing.

Looking at Makoto Itou, he pushed up his flat-rimmed glasses and said happily, “Hello, my name is Souichirou Kuzuki.”

Souichirou Kuzuki, a history and sociology teacher, was once an assassin. Although he had no relation to Ryuudou Temple, the head priest liked him very much and allowed Souichirou Kuzuki to live and eat there for free.

Since Paradise mentioned disguising, Liu Fu naturally accepted everything about Souichirou Kuzuki, including this name that he found unlikable.

And Makoto Itou’s identity, inserted by Paradise, Ryuudou Issei, was the second son of the Ryuudou family, who had historically served as the head priest of Ryuudou Temple.

Everything came together so naturally.

Makoto Itou wanted to run away, but the tall white man had appeared beside him at some point.

A large-pored hand pressed against his neck, feeling somewhat cold and stinging, and his body below the neck immediately lost sensation.

“Little friend, are you in danger? Why do you look so scared?”

Steve wiped the sweat beads forming on Makoto Itou’s neck with his hand, resting his head on Makoto Itou’s other shoulder, and said righteously, “As America’s good captain, quickly tell me about the misfortune you’ve encountered, and I will help you solve everything.”

Makoto Itou was too terrified to speak, feeling the increasing weight on his shoulder, his eyes constantly glancing at the passing monks, but they seemed not to notice Ryuudou Issei’s predicament.

“Why… why…”

Makoto Itou screamed inwardly. Didn’t Paradise say the Holy Grail War had to be secret? Why were they attacking him in front of ordinary people like this!

“What, do you think Captain America can’t solve your troubles?”

Steve’s grip tightened, and Makoto Itou’s bones began to crack.

“Can… you let me go?”

Makoto Itou stammered out the words, only to see Steve lean his face closer and whisper into Makoto Itou’s ear, “Just kidding, I’m America’s captain, and you’re not an American citizen, isn’t that funny…”