Free Web NovelChapter 802: Slice of life in Japan, with supercars and arcades!
Tokyo glowed like an endless ocean of neon beneath the dark night sky.
The bustling streets pulsed with life, luminous billboards reflected in glass shop windows, and the distant sounds of the city mingled with the occasional roar of sports engines speeding along wide avenues. People hurried along the illuminated sidewalks, unaware that, on that very night, an absurdly powerful demonic hybrid was being emotionally kidnapped by his own wife in a dangerously competitive group date.
And worse still...
They were taking it extremely seriously.
Vergil stood near the exit of a luxurious underground parking garage, observing the three cars lined up before him under the cold overhead lights. His hands rested in the pockets of his blue coat as his eyes silently analyzed the situation, which had clearly escalated far beyond reasonable limits.
Katharina leaned casually against an absurdly aggressive Nissan GT-R equipped with a full Liberty Walk kit. The widened body gave the vehicle a monstrous, almost predatory presence, while the enormous wheels gleamed under the city’s neon lights. The deep rumble of the engine seemed to vibrate even in the concrete beneath them. She wore a dangerously smug smile as she casually twirled the car key between her fingers.
"So?" Her red eyes landed directly on Vergil. "Are you going to get into your favorite wife’s car?"
Ada immediately adjusted her glasses elegantly beside her own vehicle.
Her Mazda RX-7 Veilside looked like it had come straight out of a 2000s illegal racing movie. The extravagant curves of the body kit transformed the car into an almost futuristic creature, low, aggressive, and theatrical enough to attract attention even in Tokyo.
"Choices based on emotional favoritism demonstrate rational weakness," Ada commented calmly as she stroked the roof of the RX-7. "The correct approach would be to evaluate performance, mechanical balance, and structural efficiency."
Katharina looked at her.
"You literally chose a car because it looked good in a movie."
"And yet it’s still superior to your energy tank disguised as a sports car."
"Want to repeat that at high speed?"
"With pleasure."
Vergil closed his eyes for a full second.
Roxanne, on the other hand, seemed absurdly calm leaning against her own completely original Honda NSX. No exaggerated modifications. No aggressive body kits. No gigantic wings.
Just an impeccably preserved NSX.
And perhaps precisely because of that, it looked dangerously elegant.
She noticed Vergil looking in that direction and smiled contentedly.
"See?" She crossed her arms proudly. "Good taste doesn’t need to shout."
Katharina immediately pointed at her.
"That’s because you don’t understand anything about cars."
"I understand enough to know that mine doesn’t look like a Transformer trying to pay taxes."
Ada almost laughed.
Katharina was instantly offended.
Vergil watched in absolute silence.
Then he sighed slowly through his nose.
"...You’ve turned a date into a car war zone."
"The two things aren’t mutually exclusive," Ada replied immediately.
Katharina then took a few steps closer and rested one hand on the chest of her blue coat.
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Vergil looked at her.
Then at Ada.
Then at Roxanne.
Then he realized exactly what the problem was.
There was no right choice.
If he got into either of those cars...
The other two would turn Tokyo into an emotional war zone.
Vergil closed his eyes again.
He thought.
Then he calmly picked up his cell phone.
The three immediately narrowed their eyes.
Ada was the first to speak:
"...What are you doing?"
Vergil held the phone to his ear.
"Novah."
A brief pause. "I need the car."
More silence.
Then he hung up.
Katharina crossed her arms.
"...Vergil."
"Hmm?"
"Did you just call in reinforcements?"
"Technically, yes."
Roxanne immediately started laughing.
"Oh no... he got competitive too."
Less than two minutes later, the headlights appeared at the entrance to the underground parking garage.
The engine roar echoed through the concrete like a creature awakening.
Then the car appeared.
Low.
Aggressive.
Iconic.
A BMW M3 GTR slowly slid into the parking garage under the cool lights of the garage, its white and blue paint perfectly reflecting the surrounding neon lights. The classic livery inspired by the legendary track destroyer looked absurd in that modern setting.
Even Katharina fell silent.
Ada slowly lowered her glasses.
Roxanne’s eyes widened.
The driver calmly parked in front of them, got out of the vehicle, and handed the key to Vergil without asking any questions.
Vergil simply nodded slightly.
"Thanks."
Then he got into the car.
The engine roared immediately as he started the BMW.
Vergil rested one arm on the open window as he watched the three women still processing the situation.
Then a small, arrogant smile appeared on his face.
"Let’s go."
Absolute silence.
Katharina was the first to react.
"...That son of a bitch showed up with an M3 GTR."
Ada seemed genuinely academically offended.
"That’s automotive emotional manipulation."
Roxanne simply started laughing harder.
Five minutes later, four sports cars cruised through Tokyo’s brightly lit streets like an absurd collection of extremely fast financial problems.
The roar of their engines echoed between the tall buildings as colorful reflections danced on the gleaming car bodies. People on the sidewalks immediately turned to watch the vehicles pass in almost theatrical formation along the city’s wide avenues.
Vergil drove with only one hand on the wheel.
Completely relaxed.
Naturally.
The problem was that the three decided to turn it into an indirect competition for attention.
Katharina accelerated first.
The GT-R roared violently as it pulled alongside the BMW.
She lowered the window.
"My car is still prettier."
Vergil cast a calm sideways glance.
"Your car looks like it wants to physically fight pedestrians."
"Thank you."
Ada appeared right behind with the RX-7 illuminated by the blue neon lights of the street.
"Your car literally came straight from 2000s male nostalgia."
Vergil responded instantly:
"Yes."
Ada was silent for two seconds.
"...Fair point."
Roxanne calmly appeared on the other side with the NSX.
"Mine is still the only one that doesn’t look like it was bought by a supervillain."
Katharina immediately pointed to Vergil’s BMW.
"HE literally drives like a supervillain."
"Technically true," Ada replied.
Vergil sighed slowly.
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"And it is," Roxanne replied, smiling. "Just a noisy one."
The night continued to progress as they drove through illuminated districts, past busy streets, and eventually parked in a famous area filled with arcades, huge stores, and crowded restaurants.
As soon as they got out of the cars, the contrast became almost ridiculous.
Four absurdly attractive individuals emerging from million-dollar sports cars, neon lights reflecting off their clothes, looked more like a movie scene than reality.
Several people immediately began to discreetly stare.
Katharina noticed first.
Then she casually approached Vergil and possessively grabbed his arm.
Ada immediately narrowed her eyes.
Roxanne noticed too.
Vergil sensed the beginning of emotional war number two.
"...Please, no."
Too late.
Ada calmly approached from the other side.
"Explicit territorial physical contact demonstrates insecurity."
Katharina smiled dangerously.
"And passive-aggressive comments demonstrate neediness."
Roxanne simply grabbed Vergil’s hand first.
Instant strategic victory.
Katharina was indignant.
Ada was academically indignant.
Vergil simply accepted the chaos silently.
Because honestly...
It was strangely enjoyable.
Some time later, the four of them were inside a huge arcade illuminated by colorful machines, electronic music, and the constant sounds of games running simultaneously.
Katharina immediately became competitive.
Very competitive.
"I REFUSE to lose at racing games."
Ada was already holding a huge basket full of tokens.
"You already lost emotionally the moment you raised your voice."
"I DIDN’T RAISE IT."
"Yes, you did," Roxanne commented calmly as she pulled Vergil by the sleeve of his coat to a dance machine.
Vergil watched in absolute silence.
"...No."
"Yes."
"Roxanne."
"Vergil."
Five minutes later...
Vergil was at a dance machine.
Completely still.
While Roxanne laughed breathlessly beside him.
Katharina recorded everything on her cell phone. Ada analyzed the screen with genuine scientific curiosity.
"Interesting." She adjusted her glasses. "His body clearly possesses sufficient coordination. The problem seems to be emotional dignity."
Vergil stared at her.
"...I hate you all."
"Liar," Roxanne replied immediately.
And annoyingly...
She was right.
The night continued to unfold through the illuminated streets of Tokyo in an absurdly chaotic, noisy, and irritatingly fun manner. The entire group had completely lost any attempt to maintain dignity or social composure after their third consecutive competition at a giant arcade in Akihabara. The atmosphere was filled with neon lights flashing in every direction, electronic music layered over each other, and the constant sound of machines running tirelessly. Children raced through colorful corridors, teenagers competed in fighting games with almost sporting intensity, and weary adults released stress on absurdly expensive racing simulators. Amidst this visual and auditory chaos, Vergil silently watched his wives transform a simple night out into a competitive event of worrying emotional proportions.
Katharina, specifically, had developed an extremely serious personal rivalry with a Japanese child of approximately twelve years old who possessed monstrous reflexes in racing games. The boy, completely innocent of the existential danger he represented at that moment, had defeated Katharina three times in a row on an extremely sophisticated arcade simulator. Since then, she had emotionally refused to accept it.
"That’s statistically impossible," she muttered, gripping the simulator’s steering wheel tightly enough to perhaps rip it off the machine. Her red eyes were dangerously focused on the screen while the boy next to her simply sipped his soda calmly, completely relaxed. "He’s cheating."
"The boy can barely reach the pedals," Ada commented calmly behind her, adjusting her glasses. "His defeat only demonstrates that mechanical skill trumps emotional aggression."
"I’ll crush you too."
"Fascinating."
Vergil remained a few steps behind, observing the entire situation in absolute silence while Roxanne laughed so hard she almost needed to lean on him to regain her balance. The boy won again a few seconds later, raised his arms in innocent celebration, and thanked Katharina for the "fun game" before running happily out of the arcade.
The silence that followed was dangerously ominous.
Katharina stood before the defeat screen for approximately five full seconds before slowly turning her face toward Vergil.
"...I hate gifted children."
Vergil calmly crossed his arms.
"That seems like a specifically emotional problem."
"I can defeat ancient demons."
"And apparently lose to an elementary school student."
Roxanne immediately started laughing again.
Ada almost smiled.
Katharina stared at the three of them as if contemplating collective violence.
Fortunately for the arcade’s structural stability, their attention was eventually diverted to other games. Ada demonstrated frightening efficiency on any machine that involved precision, logic, or strategic coordination. Shooters, rhythm games, mechanical puzzles, and tactical simulators simply ceased to seem like entertainment when she started playing. Her expression remained perfectly calm as she racked up absurd scores in sequence.
At one point, a whole group of Japanese teenagers began silently watching her after she beat a precision game considered practically impossible on maximum difficulty without even altering her breathing.
"She’s terrifying," Roxanne whispered to Vergil as she watched Ada shatter another electronic record.
"Yes," he replied calmly. "But in an elegant way."
Ada clearly heard the comment even from a distance.
And she was pleased with it.
Roxanne, on the other hand, ended up developing a completely different emotional crisis upon encountering a huge claw machine positioned near the arcade’s food court. Inside it lay a gigantic brown teddy bear wearing a small, crooked red scarf. The toy looked absurdly soft and genuinely sad under the machine’s artificial lights.
That was enough.
"He looks lonely," Roxanne declared immediately.
Vergil instantly grasped the problem.
Forty minutes later, Roxanne had spent a financially offensive amount of money trying unsuccessfully to catch the bear. Katharina was already laughing at her mercilessly, Ada was doing technical analyses of physics flaws, and Vergil observed everything in growing silence while Roxanne remained kneeling before the machine like someone on a spiritual mission.
"He almost came that time," she murmured dramatically.
"The bear fell exactly two centimeters," Katharina replied.
"HE WAS TRYING."
Vergil finally sighed slowly through his nose before approaching the machine. Roxanne immediately looked at him with absurd hope in her eyes.
"...Vergil."
"Hmm."
"Save the bear."
Katharina immediately crossed her arms.
"If he gets it right on the first try, I’ll be annoyed."
"You’re already annoyed," Ada commented calmly.
Vergil simply picked up the mechanical claw without saying anything. His blue eyes analyzed the toy’s position for a full two seconds. Then, with supernatural precision completely unnecessary for that specific situation, he moved the control just once.
The claw descended.
It held the bear perfectly.
And brought the toy directly to the exit without the slightest difficulty.
Absolute silence.
Roxanne slowly picked up the giant bear in her arms as if she were holding a sacred relic. Her eyes shone with genuine happiness as she hugged the plush toy to her chest.
"...You’re wonderful."
Katharina immediately pointed at Vergil.
"That was demonic cheating."
"Technically," Ada commented, "it was just absurd coordination."
Vergil shrugged calmly.
"The bear seemed lonely."
This emotionally devastated Roxanne once again.
Later, far from the arcade, the four strolled calmly through the illuminated streets of Tokyo, carrying shopping bags, hot drinks, and completely useless prizes won during the night. The city’s activity continued intensely around them. Billboards gleamed above tall buildings, colorful Japanese signs reflected on the damp asphalt, and groups of people crossed the busy avenues, chatting animatedly under the endless lights of the early morning.
The contrast between that scene and the last few days was almost absurd.
After cosmic entities, conceptual crises, celestial libraries, and potentially dangerous metaphysical revelations, casually walking through Tokyo holding hot drinks seemed strangely surreal. And perhaps that was precisely why it was so pleasant.
Katharina eventually moved closer to him as they walked along a brightly lit avenue lined with shops open late. This time, when she took Vergil’s arm, there was no exaggerated competition or territorial provocation. Just silent closeness. A simple, natural, comfortable gesture.
Vergil noticed immediately.
But he didn’t comment.
Ada walked on the other side, observing the city lights reflected in the enormous glass buildings. The night wind gently moved her hair as she calmly held a hot coffee in her hands. There was something strangely tranquil about her that night. Less analytical. Less rigid. Just... present.
Roxanne came a few steps behind, carrying the giant bear with absurd pride while occasionally making completely random comments about shop windows, restaurants, or people wearing clothes too strange even for Tokyo.
"I think that man is dressed as a cyberpunk vampire."
Katharina glanced quickly.
"...He really is."
"The whole city looks like a stylized fever dream," Roxanne commented with satisfaction.
Vergil observed everything in silence as they walked.
The lights.
The movement.
The voices.
The three around him.
Then he noticed something uncomfortably rare.
Nothing seemed heavy at that moment.
There were no wars waiting on the horizon.
No entity silently observing dimensions.
No conceptual threat involving Lucy.
No weight constantly crushing his thoughts.
Just a silly night in Tokyo.
A noisy, exaggerated, and absurdly human night shared with people who loved him in different ways, too intense and chaotic to be rationally explained.
Vergil slowly let out a small sigh through his nose as he watched the illuminated streets stretch endlessly before them.
Then, almost without realizing it...
He smiled.
A discreet smile.
Calm.
Genuine.
And for the first time in a long time, that actually seemed like enough.
