Jiang He wasn't surprised by the invitation from the Victory Team.
However, he wasn't particularly interested in joining a team that was constantly on missions and rarely had time off.
Especially, this wasn't conducive to keeping his system a secret.
It would be inconvenient for him to do anything on his own and copy powers.
"I'm not very interested in joining the TPC Victory Team, it doesn't align with our sect's principles," Jiang He shook his head in refusal, finding a suitable excuse.
"However, I can consider providing some monster information to the Victory Team at specific times, you can exchange it for some compensation."
Jiang He glanced at Jujo Hui, after all, his "cheap wife" was the captain of the Victory Team. If he didn't provide any information, she might get into trouble.
"Thank you... I'll report this to the higher-ups." Seemingly understanding his intention, Jujo Hui expressed her gratitude with a hint of embarrassment.
Although it was a pity that Jiang He declined the invitation to join the TPC, the fact that he was willing to provide monster information was a good result.
The headquarters should also be able to accept this outcome.
After discussing business, a subtle atmosphere filled the air between them.
"Well, I'll go to the restroom for a moment." Jiang He awkwardly scratched his nose, as he had had a bit too much coffee.
Watching him leave, Zong Fang looked at Jujo Hui with a complex expression and asked, "Captain Jujo, you and Daoist Jiang should be lovers, right?"
With the subtle atmosphere between them, even if he had a hidden crush, he had to believe it.
He believed they could even be closer than lovers.
"We're not lovers." Jujo Hui was taken aback by the question, shaking her head.
Before Zong Fang could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard her continue, "He's my husband."
"....." Zong Fang.
He suddenly felt a pain in his stomach.
It was almost like a scene where he would kneel under a dim street lamp, with the background music of "snowflakes fluttering, the north wind howling."
Thinking about his goddess being married, Zong Fang felt his head was going bald, but he still sincerely offered a blessing, "Congratulations."
"Thank you." Jujo Hui nodded with a smile.
"Captain, Daoist Jiang is back, the commander and I will go outside and wait for you." Seeing Zong Fang's stomach ache, Horii glanced at Jiang He who had returned and patted Zong Fang's shoulder, saying quickly.
As a single dog, he also felt like he was eating dog food.
Especially considering the previous incident at the base, he was afraid that his captain would hold a grudge.
When Jiang He sat down again, opposite them.
"Well, there's absolutely no relationship between me and Deputy Captain Zong Fang besides being teammates in the Victory Team." Jujo Hui lowered her head to look at her coffee, and after a moment of silence, she spoke first.
Although she and Jiang He were brought together by her late mother, they didn't have deep feelings for each other yet.
However, as a traditional Yamato woman, she didn't want to give her husband any misunderstandings.
Thinking that she had any relationship with someone else.
"I believe you on that." Jiang He nodded, based on Jujo Hui's personality, he wasn't worried about this kind of thing.
At most, she would treat her subordinates as important friends.
She might have just discovered Zong Fang's crush.
Hearing Jiang He's affirmation, Jujo Hui smiled, stirring the coffee in her cup.
After a while.
"Then I'll leave first, there's a lot to do with the Victory Team."
Jujo Hui smiled, took out a key and handed it to Jiang He, making a joke, "This is the key to my house, so next time I need to exchange information, I won't be able to find you and be laughed at by my own teammates."
"This wife is truly a majestic woman." Watching Jujo Hui's decisive figure leave, Jiang He muttered.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then he left the coffee shop as well.
"Huh?"
As Jiang He left the coffee shop, he was about to head to the address Jujo Hui mentioned, when he suddenly noticed a subtle fluctuation flashing in the distance, disappearing into the crowd.
Not far from the direction of departure, the Victory Team's dedicated vehicle had just left.
"Spiritual life form... Kirieloid?" Jiang He thought to himself, having discerned the nature of the subtle energy fluctuation, which was a spiritual entity similar to light.
However, the other party had no aura of light at all, it was simply a spiritual entity. According to the events that would happen in this world and time, it could only be the Kirieloid.
A group of cosmic beings who called themselves prophets and witches, pretending to be gods and ghosts.
Judging by the opponent's intentions, they seemed to be monitoring the movements of the Victory Team.
Realizing this, Jiang He glanced at the direction the Kirieloid left, a subtle aura of light fluctuated around him, and he instantly disappeared on the spot, secretly following.
The surrounding people seemed completely oblivious.
.......
In a dimly lit residential apartment building.
A man with greasy hair, wearing a brown shirt, was reporting to a mirror. In the mirror, there was a black mist-like being.
"Respected God, I have monitored the Victory Team and received information that, with the reappearance of the Giant of Light from three million years ago, the TPC seems to have decided to acknowledge the Giant of Light as the protector of humanity..."