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Wu Liuqi (Seven) circled Kurama for a long while, staring at him with pure curiosity. In the end, Kurama really couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Wu Liuqi and hurled him straight out the door.
Kurama knew that no matter how someone left, the moment they crossed that threshold, they'd be sent back to their own world.
Honestly, if it weren't for the rule that members couldn't harm each other—and if this place weren't a magic-restricted zone—Kurama would've already blasted Wu Liuqi in the face with a Tailed Beast Bomb.
The world of Scissor Seven.
"Chicken Dai Bo!!!"
The instant Wu Liuqi realized he was back in his own world, he sprinted toward his dream without hesitation, pushing his little food cart at top speed. In no time, he found Chicken Dai Bo, who was busy striking a cool pose.
"Let's become assassins! You be my agent!"
Chicken Dai Bo was one of the most important supporting characters in Wu Liuqi's world. His true form was a blue rooster—but here's the crazy part: he could talk.
Not only that, he wore sunglasses every single day, spoke with the exact same voice as a certain famous Hong Kong actor, and radiated pure swagger. A true fighting rooster among roosters.
Okay, not "radiated." He actually used to be a fighting rooster.
Still pretending to be all deep and mysterious, Chicken Dai Bo pushed up his sunglasses when he heard Wu Liuqi's words. He flicked away the cigar in his beak and looked at Wu Liuqi with the same burning passion.
"Alright, Ah Qi. Let's be assassins!"
From that day on, there was one less beef-offal vendor outside Zhi Primary School—though, to be fair, that stall had barely opened before packing up and leaving…
But on Chicken Island, a barbershop called Dai Bo Hair Salon appeared instead. Along with it came one seriously incompetent assassin.
After Wu Liuqi declared he wanted to be an assassin, Chicken Dai Bo put him through brutal training.
And after all that intense training, Wu Liuqi finally upgraded—from selling beef offal to cutting hair.
...Huh???
Of course, haircutting was just a side job. His real profession was still taking contracts as an assassin.
Three days later.
Inside the chat group attached to the Super-Dimensional Mercenary Guild token.
"Hey everyone!"
Assassin Wu Liuqi immediately started advertising his services."Anyone need someone dead? If you do, hit me up. Just opened for business, half price!"
I'm Not a Pet: "I do have someone I want killed, but you don't seem strong enough."
Kurama thought of Uchiha Madara and replied calmly.
Assassin Wu Liuqi: "Hey now, how do you know I can't do it if you don't tell me?"
The moment he heard there might be a job, Wu Liuqi's eyes lit up. He instantly tagged Kurama.
"Tell me about it. What if I actually pull it off for you?"
I'm Not a Pet: "…"
"The person I want dead is Uchiha Madara."
Assassin Wu Liuqi: "…"
"Sorry for bothering you…"
Once the guild sold the manga back, it stopped interfering altogether.
So members sharing and passing around their own "life stories" was perfectly allowed.
After realizing this, everyone in the Super-Dimensional Mercenary Guild collectively went into full slacker mode, binge-reading each other's manga. Naruto quickly became the most popular series.
Which meant Wu Liuqi, who'd read Naruto, obviously knew exactly who Uchiha Madara was.
Social Treasure Bao'er: "Wow, you're such a coward. How can an assassin be this scared?"
"If it were me, I wouldn't care who he is. I'd just bury him."
It's Sam, Not Sam (Guild Leader): "…"
Wait, since when did Bao'er have a hobby of burying people?
Crown Princess of Arendelle: "No thanks. As a queen, I promote love and peace. You should look elsewhere for work, @Wu Liuqi."
Elsa waved her hands quickly, signaling that her kingdom was stable and peaceful and had absolutely no need for assassins.
It's Sam, Not Sam (Guild Leader): "So… how many people have you successfully assassinated?"
He was a bit curious. After all, he was the one who had, uh—recommended Wu Liuqi become an assassin. He wondered if Wu Liuqi was just like in the manga and hadn't killed a single person.
Assassin Wu Liuqi: "Not even one."
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Assassin Wu Liuqi: "Even though I'm insanely skilled, I've never actually succeeded."
It's Sam, Not Sam (Guild Leader): "…"
"You should just leave the group…"
(￣▽￣)?Pure disgust.
Still, despite saying that, Sam was actually pretty happy for Wu Liuqi. At least this meant he was still Wu Liuqi, unchanged.
If he had really turned into the cold-blooded, ruthless Number One Assassin of Xuanwu Kingdom, the Super-Dimensional Mercenary Guild would've lost a lot of its fun.
While everyone was chatting and joking around, Sam suddenly remembered that he still had one unused chance to draw a random member ability. Feeling lucky, he decided to give it a shot.
When Wu Liuqi and the others heard about this, they all got excited. The idea that Sam could draw their abilities fascinated them, and they urged him to do it through the token.
That way, everyone in the group could see what he got.
It's Sam, Not Sam (Guild Leader): "Alright then."
Sam wasn't the type to hesitate, nor was he afraid of people knowing what he drew.
It's Sam, Not Sam (Guild Leader): "Everyone pay attention. First draw is Bao'er's!"
And then—
"Ding! Congratulations to the guild leader for obtaining the skill 'Awei's Eighteen Moves'."
It's Sam, Not Sam (Guild Leader): "…"
What the hell is this?
And wait—Bao'er doesn't even have a move like that yet, does she?!
The moment he saw what he'd drawn, Sam's face darkened on the spot.
Assassin Wu Liuqi: "Hahaha… Guild Leader, did you forget to wash your face this morning? Why do you look so dark!"
~v< Hahahaha
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