"Then, sir… please."
The butler led Fang Wuwei back to that room, bowing slightly with elegance and gentlemanly grace, his hand gesturing towards the inside.
From outside, he could hear the young lady and her friends playing and laughing inside.
Pushing open the door for Fang Wuwei, what the butler saw was not the harmonious and beautiful scene he had imagined.
Instead, it was a secret passage he was intimately familiar with.
"Thank you for leading the way."
In his terror, the butler turned around, only to find that they were not in the long corridor he had imagined, but in the basement he knew so well.
And before him was the password-locked door he himself had opened.
"...You!"
Ignoring his panic, the butler quickly distanced himself, leaning against the wall, and immediately turned to pull something from his waist.
But before he could even retrieve the item, the moment he turned, everything went black.
It was a pitch-black, silent, and terrifying darkness where he couldn't see his own hand, and the only thing with a different color was Fang Wuwei's ominous right eye, appearing crimson in the darkness, emitting a red glow.
This person… just who in the world…
The butler collapsed, the item in his hand falling—a pistol.
Fang Wuwei picked up the pistol, and upon careful inspection, found it was indeed a real gun… He sighed and shook his head.
It seemed the Totsukami family truly had some things, some unspeakable things.
Casually tossing the gun away, it clinked against another gun on the ground, making a metallic sound. Fang Wuwei folded his sunglasses, tucked them into his pocket, walked into the door the butler had opened, and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.
Behind him were countless bodyguards lying on the ground.
Using the Sharingan to deal with these mortals was incredibly efficient; a simple three-tomoe genjutsu was enough to put them soundly to sleep.
Behind that password-locked door was a deathly blackness, with no lights, no light source.
If there was no light, then he would create light.
"Oh light, favor me! Lead me out of darkness, illuminate the world through me!"
The Elves in the air began to stir, emitting pleasant laughter and radiating magic, supplying it for Fang Wuwei to use.
An incredibly dazzling orb of light appeared from his hand, continuing to expand under Fang Wuwei's immense magical power. He raised it high above his head, and then it instantly exploded into countless tiny orbs of light, scattering and filling the darkness.
A low-level illumination technique, now used with incredible finesse by Fang Wuwei.
This allowed Fang Wuwei to clearly see the structure within this darkness. It was actually just a long corridor, empty, with only some empty bookshelves, sandbags, and other inexplicable items.
And hidden among them were countless men in black, whose expressions of extreme shock were barely concealed by the darkness and their sunglasses.
It was a pity Neon people didn't say "What the f*ck".
After a brief moment of shock, the bodyguards in black knew they were completely exposed. They had originally planned a sneak attack, but now…
"What are you waiting for? Shoot!"
Countless men in black raised their guns and fired at Fang Wuwei, but they were not pistols, but long guns.
The projectiles flew incredibly slowly. Fang Wuwei saw them clearly, reached out to catch one, but found the feel was off.
These were not bullets.
He opened his hand, and inside lay a needle, a tranquilizer dart.
It seemed they were considering his identity and Totsuka Sanae's feelings, not wanting to truly harm him.
Countless tranquilizer darts shot towards him, but Fang Wuwei didn't even bother to defend, walking directly towards the deepest part of the corridor as if they were nothing.
The illumination technique lit his way, and he saw another door there.
The tranquilizer darts couldn't break his defense at all. Seeing this, the bodyguards could only rush forward, trying to block Fang Wuwei's advance with their bodies…
But they all quickly fell down.
Fang Wuwei merely glanced around; every single one of them fell, slipping to the ground, motionless.
Supernatural power was a complete dimensionality reduction attack for mortals. Applying multiple hypnosis techniques in a short time only caused Fang Wuwei's eyes to ache slightly, and he quickly recovered.
He was the one who came looking for trouble first… If one had to say, this was probably trespassing.
No choice… The unknown and inexplicable magical fluctuations were simply too strange. One had to know that in this world, the only ones he had seen with a touch of magic were the Ikenouchi, and moreover, their entire family had nothing to do with magic.
What, you ask about Morisummer? That doesn't count; she herself doesn't even know she created a branch of Elves magicology.
All the bodyguards lay on the ground, silent. Just as Fang Wuwei was about to continue, the room suddenly lit up.
Someone had turned on the lights.
"Guest… have you perhaps crossed a line, death?"
A familiar voice sounded from behind him, along with that familiar verbal tic. Fang Wuwei turned to look, and he saw Totsuka's mother standing at the doorway, no longer wearing her polite smile.
Fang Wuwei retracted the illumination technique, and the countless floating light points instantly dissipated, turning into unowned magic that scattered into the world. For a moment, the magical concentration in this place rapidly increased, only to decrease at an even faster rate.
The Elves absorbed the magic and left with smiling faces.
Totsuka's mother no longer seemed like a kind lady. She stepped into the corridor, calm and composed.
She wasn't sure if she would also be dealt with casually, but she still did so. She had seen this situation many times; only by pressuring the opponent with her aura could she gain a glimmer of hope.
Moreover, she believed Sanae's friend wouldn't do anything out of line.
"It seems you are a professional, death?"
Looking at the magic just now, Totsuka's mother bent down to check on the bodyguards lying on the ground. She found that these people were merely unconscious, and one was even snoring, which made her secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Madam, magic is a very dangerous thing. If an ignorant person accidentally touches it, the consequences are unimaginable." Fang Wuwei put his sunglasses back on, obscuring his Sharingan. Information asymmetry, at times, can play a crucial role. "I came for this, madam."
Totsuka's mother lowered her head, seemingly in thought.
"You befriended Sanae just for this?"
"No, I merely discovered it by chance."
Indeed, even Sanae didn't know about the family's affairs.
Totsuka's mother looked steadily at Fang Wuwei. She understood that this person could not be stopped.
If that was the case, then it would be better to…
"Understood, guest, please follow me, death."
Totsuka's mother bypassed Fang Wuwei directly and walked ahead, taking the lead to open the door at the end of the corridor.
So decisive?
Looking at Totsuka's mother, who turned to gesture to him, Fang Wuwei merely raised an eyebrow and followed.
Don't ask why; great skill makes one bold.
To Fang Wuwei's surprise, behind that door was an elevator.
Fang Wuwei had already sensed a basement in this mansion from the Ripple, and he was looking for the way to the basement. It seemed this was it.
Entering the elevator, Totsuka's mother silently pressed the button, and Fang Wuwei also remained silent.
The elevator began to descend. Although it was less than a minute, Totsuka's mother felt it was incredibly long.
The moment the elevator doors opened, something unexpected happened to everyone.
As soon as the elevator reached the basement and the doors opened, a man rushed out.
The man held a ball of scorching fire in his right hand, the flames forming the shape of a blade, a veritable Fire Blade. He charged at Fang Wuwei with the Fire Blade, constantly roaring.
Totsuka's mother was startled and took two steps back. The man raised the blade high and swung it at Fang Wuwei.
Fang Wuwei didn't even move, for two reasons: firstly, the man's movements were too slow, truly just a mortal; secondly, the blade's power was like nothing to him, not even as strong as his basic Fireball Technique.
The blade stopped in front of Fang Wuwei's face, less than ten centimeters away from striking his forehead.
The scorching heat and light from the Fire Blade spread across Fang Wuwei's face, but he remained utterly still.
"Why didn't you dodge?!"
The man looked very surprised. He had no intention of actually harming Sanae's friend; his plan was merely to scare him, but he never expected him not to dodge at all.
"Because I'm not afraid."
Fang Wuwei, on the other hand, was quite composed. This confidence made the man somewhat confused and also somewhat impressed.
"Why aren't you afraid?"
Fang Wuwei flicked his hand upwards, and with a speed the man couldn't comprehend, he directly struck the Fire Blade with his arm. The blade instantly shattered, turning into flames that scattered in the air. In a blink of an eye, the flames also extinguished, turning into wild magic that dissipated.
"Not afraid is not afraid."
The man was dumbfounded, retreating two steps, his body trembling slightly, his face filled with disbelief.
Fang Wuwei, however, focused on the man's left hand, where he held a purple crystal.
The magic was very powerful.
(I regret it a bit. Was I out of my mind or something, adding this setting to the Totsukami family…)