The free-for-all between White Lion and BOSS continued until evening.
When both sides finally stopped, White Lion was panting with exhaustion, but BOSS acted as if nothing had happened.
Just as he was about to raise his sword and chop again, the other party directly lifted a hand to stop him.
Seeing BOSS’s eyes growing more serious, White Lion understood—it was time to discuss serious matters.
White Lion held his long sword high, hesitating whether to swing it down or not.
After weighing it in his mind for a moment, reason ultimately triumphed over emotion, and he reluctantly lowered the sword.
“What do you want to say?”
BOSS extended a hand, inviting him to sit in his office.
White Lion snorted lightly through his nose, following along unwillingly.
Compared to White Lion’s office, this place could simply be described as luxurious.
The walls were hung with various exquisite decorations, the same floor-to-ceiling windows edged in gold, and the corners held some toys—all related to magical girls.
The texture of the office chair was unbelievably comfortable, clearly not something humans could produce.
The office door closed silently, completely isolating the corridor’s clamor.
BOSS walked behind the wide desk, sat down in that exceptionally comfortable chair, and gestured for White Lion to make himself at home.
White Lion didn’t stand on ceremony, sitting straight down on the opposite sofa, though his posture remained tense, with his long sword laid across his knees—obviously still harboring resentment.
“Regarding that new guy, Dark Fang—what do you think?”
BOSS got straight to the point, his golden vertical pupils gazing at White Lion through the dragon-head mask.
The previous playful ease had completely vanished, leaving only the calm and profundity befitting an organization leader.
“He’s very strong.” White Lion was concise, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the sword hilt.
“We clashed this morning. Although I had the sneak attack advantage, the speed and lethality he burst out with were the real deal. Especially that… ability to continuously unleash high-power finishing moves—very unique. Lina confirmed it too; she barely reacted before he subdued her. From a combat power assessment, he’s qualified.”
BOSS nodded slightly.
“It’s more than that. I’ve been observing him for a while.”
White Lion raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? Our elusive big boss actually has time to keep tabs on a wild monster?”
“He’s not a monster.”
BOSS’s voice was calm and steady, yet it dropped a bombshell.
“What?”
White Lion leaned forward, a flash of astonishment in his eyes.
“Not a monster? Then what is he? Some kind of magical product? A superhuman? Or…”
“A human… at least, the foundation of his soul is human. Very pure, even… overly pure. His power is a mutation born from deep fusion with that biological armor—essentially closer to a highly specialized biological symbiote, rather than a magical creation or a resentment aggregate.”
White Lion digested this information, the anger on his face replaced by solemnity. A “human” possessing such terrifying combat power? This was more alarming than a powerful monster joining them, and also more valuable.
“You want to make him a cadre?”
White Lion directly called out BOSS’s intention.
“Give him a temporary cadre position for now… His combat style is efficient, direct—even somewhat cruel. It’s suited for handling those ‘dirty jobs’ that require absolute force to suppress. Moreover, his power system could offer unique value for our research into anti-magic properties and countering anti-humans.”
At the mention of anti-humans, White Lion’s expression grew even more serious, his tone carrying a trace of barely detectable anger. “Speaking of which, that first task you gave him…”
“The abnormal energy gathering at the coastal park has a high probability of being signs of pseudo-human activity—and the kind leaning toward erosion and distortion traits, at that. Level estimated between ‘infection’ and ‘aberration.'”
“You’re sending him alone to deal with anti-humans?!”
White Lion’s voice suddenly rose. “Even if his combat power is solid, those are pseudo-humans!”
Faced with White Lion’s skepticism, BOSS didn’t respond directly.
Instead, he pulled a thin file from the drawer and pushed it across to White Lion.
White Lion took it suspiciously and flipped through it quickly. The file contained scattered records:
Blade-cut traces and biological toxin analyses from street battles in certain districts; several vague reports of magical girls facing strong enemies but mysteriously being saved; and summaries of recent abnormal incidents where monsters were cleanly eliminated, yet no magic fluctuations were detected at the scenes… The time span stretched as far as half a year.
All the clues vaguely aligned with this newly joined Dark Fang’s appearance and abilities.
“This is…?”
“From his early activity period—or rather, from the moment he acquired this power,” BOSS tapped the file with a fingertip, “he’s been proactively hunting down and eliminating these anti-humans and certain high-risk monsters.
Not frequently, but with clear targets, ruthless methods, and… almost no failures.
When dealing with these things, he seems to have some kind of ‘experience’ or ‘intuition’ that we don’t yet understand.”
White Lion looked up, staring at BOSS in shock.
“You knew about this early on? Then why did you just…”
“I like to build suspense in my speech.”
BOSS’s golden vertical pupils seemed to curve, adopting an extremely punchable expression.
“I just wanted to see your reaction. After all, getting to witness the usually calm and composed White Lion make a face like that is a rare treat.”
“You TM!” White Lion nearly raised his sword again.
“Talk business!”
“The business is this,” BOSS retracted his amusement, “this task serves as both a further evaluation of his capabilities and an observation of his genuine response when facing anti-humans. If he can handle the anti-humans independently and demonstrate the proper ‘adaptability’ and ‘efficiency,’ then…”
He paused, his voice dropping lower.
“We need new reinforcements, Little White—especially someone like him, bearing unique powers, with clear objectives, and who’s already proven through actions his intent to purge ‘pollution.’ We need him badly. This perfect world… absolutely cannot be tainted by anything!”
White Lion fell silent. He leaned back against the sofa once more, his fingers lightly tapping the sword hilt.
BOSS’s words had sunk in.
Indeed, though the organization appeared loose and comedic on the surface, its core members all knew exactly what they were up against.
Those twisted anti-humans, those anomalies attempting to erode reality at the foundational level—they were the true threats demanding vigilance and elimination.
In comparison, their games with the magical girls were more like maintaining superficial balance and training recruits as a side gig.
“Do the others know about this?” White Lion asked.
“No third person knows.”
BOSS shook his head.
“For now, let her interact with him normally as a colleague. Dark Fang’s human identity and his past hunting records are currently known only to you and me.”
“Understood.” White Lion let out a breath, finally sheathing the long sword across his knees with a light clink.
“Then we’ll proceed as you say. I’ll keep an eye on the task’s progress. However…”
He shot BOSS a glare, saying angrily: “Next time, don’t annoy me with those marbles!”
BOSS picked up the soda he’d left on the decorative shelf earlier, taking a slow sip. Muffled laughter echoed from beneath the dragon-head mask.
He drawled out two words: “No can do.”
White Lion’s mouth twitched, and he decided against further pointless bickering with this guy whose strength and twisted sense of fun were both unfathomable.
He stood up, straightening his somewhat rumpled casual attire.
“I’m going to check on Lina’s end—see how the new guy’s paperwork is coming along. Also, logistics is complaining that this month’s snack reimbursements are over budget again. You handling it or what?”
“What’s the fuss? Does it really need my attention?”
BOSS waved a hand, urging him to go.
White Lion rolled his eyes and left the luxurious office, rife with dissonance, without looking back.
After the door closed, he vaguely heard a satisfied sigh from inside, followed by… the glass marbles once again bouncing lightly on the smooth floor, emitting faint da sounds.
White Lion’s steps faltered, the veins on his forehead twitching faintly, but in the end, he took a deep breath and chose to ignore it.
Don’t get angry, don’t get angry—anger shortens your lifespan.
White Lion decided to buy a speaker, specifically to blast it right up against the ceiling when Vivian wasn’t around.