When Akira regained consciousness, he had already arrived in this world.
And he also activated the Zenless Zone Zero sign-in system — Youkai.
Similar to Fairies, Youkai are also top-tier artificial intelligence in "Zenless Zone Zero."
After integrating the system, Youkai's functions were simple and direct.
"[Can sign in once daily, randomly obtain items or characters from the 'Zenless Zone Zero' world.]"
For the past five years, he signed in day after day, drawing a wide variety of items, but the characters... were always, without exception, from The Exaltists. From the lowest-ranking grunts to the Overseer, he could almost establish a complete The Exaltists branch in this world.
Even more bizarre, influenced by the system, all The Exaltists members he summoned, without exception, revered him as the supreme "Creator," obeying his every command and worshipping him.
But fanatics are often uncontrollably insane, and commands can be misinterpreted, they would do anything for the Creator's great cause.
Facing a group of fanatics eagerly awaiting his direction, Akira felt unprecedented pressure.
He had no desire to start a cult in this world, he only wanted to find his way home, or confirm whether his sister, Rin, had also come to this world.
To appease these potential bombs that could go off at any moment, Akira, in a flash of inspiration, fabricated a ten-year grand plan.
He feigned profound wisdom, declaring he had a grand plan for his subordinates to act as ordinary natives, only to spread the Creator's glory in this world ten years later.
His original intention was to draw a big picture, to string them along for as long as possible.
As long as he could stall until Conan's timeline was completely chaotic, until the Black Organization and various monsters stirred up trouble, until the ten years that would never come,
He would be able to safely lie low and slowly search for clues about his sister and his way home.
However, to his surprise, after he finished his grand plan spiel, the The Exaltists members below him all had fanatical eyes, revealing expressions of sudden enlightenment and understanding.
Bringer even said he had 'gotten it,' and no matter what Akira said, he would declare, "This must be part of the grand plan," though Akira had no idea what he had 'gotten.'
he dared not think too deeply, he only able to take it one step at a time.
Thus, he carefully restrained The Exaltists, encouraging them to act as low-key as possible, while using some special items obtained from system sign-ins and The Exaltists's intelligence network to search for clues about Rin in this world.
This search lasted five years, until recently, he suddenly heard about some ZZZ Organization.
After detailed investigation, news about Cunning Hares and Victoria Housekeeping also emerged.
And he also found the video store and Rin.
But Akira dared not hastily acknowledge her, fearing it would be a false alarm, and even more, fearing he would bring danger to his sister. He needed more conclusive evidence.
It wasn't until he saw the high-definition, uncensored video of Gin and Vodka that, a familiar feeling instantly surged within him.
This technique! This maliciousness! There was no mistake.
Although Youkai's analysis had already stated the video was real,
But to be safe, he still specifically arranged this transaction, just to observe Gin and Vodka's reactions... After the transaction was completed, Gin and Vodka walked quickly, one after the other, towards the porsche 356a parked a few dozen meters away.
Vodka, carrying the silver briefcase containing five Blessing Reagents, was a step slower, walking behind Gin.
Just as they were about to reach the porsche 356a—
"Whoosh—!"
A bullet grazed Gin's scalp, knocking his black top hat flying off.
"Sniper!" Vodka yelled in terror, raising the silver briefcase beside his head.
Gin reacted extremely quickly; the moment his hat flew off, he sharply dodged and dove to the ground, while also shouting sternly. "Stupid! Get down! Find a cover!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three consecutive gunshots.
As soon as Vodka hit the ground, he saw three bullet holes appear almost simultaneously on the silver briefcase in his hand.
Orange-yellow liquid gushed out from the ruptures.
"The Reagents!!" Vodka cried out in distress. These had cost 100 million yen.
"Forget the reagents! Our life is more important!"
Gin crawled in the weeds, his gaze sweeping towards the direction the bullets came from.
It was a sparse patch of woods.
"In the woods at 1300 yards..."
He sniffed the air hard, then said with resentment.
"It's the scent of that traitor, Akai Shuichi! He couldn't have come alone, he must have brought other FBI agent! Quick, crawl forward! Get to the car!"
They had considered the possibility of an ambush when they parked, and the parking spot was conveniently in the opponent's blind spot.
Now there were only two of them, and with Vodka's useless combat ability, the consequences of being caught by the FBI would be unimaginable. Retreat was the optimal solution.
Hearing this, Vodka, hugging the damaged briefcase, imitated Gin, staying close to the ground, and crawled through the tall grass towards the porsche 356a.
Another two gunshots.
Bullets whizzed over the tall grass.
Vodka was scared out of his wits, and under Gin's command, he scrambled to pull open the passenger door and squeezed himself inside.
After Vodka climbed into the driver's seat, Gin followed closely, sat in the passenger seat, and closed the door.
"Drive! Vodka!"
Gin growled, simultaneously taking out the PSG-1 sniper rifle stored in the car, preparing to give that arrogant FBI ace a taste of his own medicine.
However, he waited a full two seconds, but the expected roar of the engine did not sound.
Gin sharply turned his head to look at the driver's seat and said sternly: "Vodka! What are you dawdling abou..."
His words abruptly stopped.
Because he saw Vodka sitting in the driver's seat, his hands frozen in mid-air, staring at the location of the steering wheel with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.
Or rather, where the steering wheel should have been.
Following Vodka's gaze, Gin felt his heart skip a beat.
The original car steering wheel was long gone.
In its place was a shiny silver bicycle handlebar.
Huh?! Is this still my car?!
Gin opened the door and jumped out, confirming it was indeed his car before getting back in.
But the scene inside the car remained unchanged.
He looked down in disbelief.
Accelerator pedal? None!
Brake pedal? None!
Clutch? Even less!
Under the driver's seat, there was only a pair of pedals with a chain and gears, and a small lever whose function he didn't know.
Is this still my beloved car?!
Gin had the illusion that he had eaten poisonous mushrooms.
With a bad premonition.
He stiffly turned his neck to look at his own passenger seat.
Just like the driver's seat, his seat also had an extra pair of pedals underneath!