Game's Extra: Starting With SSS-Ranked 1000-Death Talent-Chapter 65: Bedtime Snacks

"To tell you the truth," Noa started. "I am not completely sure why I didn’t kill her. She was strong, but I could have cut her head off. But there was something about her besides her pretty face. I don’t know how to explain it, but she is connected to me."

He didn’t try to bullshit his way out of the situation.

But instead, he spoke the truth.

"What are you on?" Vivi questioned, her delicate fists ready to dive into his face.

Others had the same reaction.

The excuse Noa used didn’t make sense.

"What’s your objective? Why did you even join us?" Tifa asked, dismissing the coldness in the room.

Noa smiled before answering.

On a grand scale of things, his motivations were fairly simple.

"I want my siblings to live in a world where they won’t have to worry about life and death. Everything else is a means to achieve it, and I am willing to do whatever I have to to guarantee their happiness. Joining Red Order, aiding you to save Rachel, and even letting that girl go were something I had to do."

He spoke emotionally and put his heart out.

Before anyone asked or said more, he added,

"I am already pretending to be Mr. Z’s son..."

Then he proceeded to explain the attack on Arcane Academy.

Noa mentioned Dusk—an assassin from First Directive who worked for Mr. X and his plans with him.

Listening to his yapping, Tifa nodded occasionally.

She still seemed disappointed, but anger was no longer in the picture.

When Noa finished his speech, she left the chamber without a single word, leaving him alone with the other members.

A handwritten small message from her remained on the door.

Others followed her soon after, leaving Noa in silence and a note in their hand.

’I know what it is,’ he could guess based on Tifa’s character.

He checked the yellow paper, read it carefully, and sure enough, the note said a specific location.

Snorting as he dodged the bullet, he withdrew from the bunker.

No one stopped him.

They knew he would be back anyway, yet before he vanished, Punchy called him out.

"Be quick! We have a practice to do," his voice was threatening.

Cold sweat crawled down Noa’s spine.

He said nothing and stormed out of the den after a quick nod.

A night loomed outside, its darkness hiding the world light couldn’t reach.

"They won’t be mad at me, right?" Noa considered. "I will just wake them up, but what should I buy for them?"

After leaving the sketchy neighborhood, he hailed the taxi.

’I have never used a taxi so much in my previous life,’ he pondered.

The message Tifa gave him mentioned the hotel and the room where his siblings were staying.

He stopped the ride one block away, near the supermarkets.

Toys seemed too late for 12-year-old teens, and neither would Aeris’s wound enjoy them.

His head was filled with countless options, but his lack of experience dealing with siblings and money showed itself, causing him to hesitate.

’Killing monsters is so much easier than this.’

He gave up, taking snacks for the night.

His idea was to buy them something they wanted, including a house to live in.

Quickly paying for the chips, cookies, crackers, and cola, Noa ran to the hotel.

A single beeping sound was enough for the door to open, Sylas and Seren jumping into his embrace.

"You two, how come you are still awake?" he asked, barely going inside.

The room was spacious, and befitting of a five-star hotel, it had a great view of the city.

"They couldn’t sleep," Aeris answered. "Both of them were too excited to lie on the bed, and I had to deal with their antics."

Contrary to her words, she also sounded excited.

"Whoa!" Sylas yelled upon seeing the bags Noa was carrying.

"What’s in there? Is it for us?" Seren asked, her hands moving faster than any blade Noa had ever seen.

"Let me in first," he replied, seeing three red masks on the table.

Then he took bowls out of the cabinet and poured snacks inside.

"Bon appétit!" he said, musing about how easy it was to make them happy.

After that, he sat at the table and listened to Aeris as she explained how Tifa and her friends created completely new identities for them.

"I am so thankful for her," she added. "She is so kind, even if she doesn’t show it."

"I love big sis Tifa, as well," Sylas said proudly.

He was devouring crackers as if it were a competition.

Seren didn’t want to lose to him and declared just as brightly.

"Big sis Tifa is great. I want to be like her. She is a strong, beautiful leader. Are all the Embers like that?"

Of course, her question was directed at Noa.

He was watching the TV and even though its volume was turned down, he still saw the reportage.

It was part of the government’s propaganda, listing countless criminal activities that the Red Order had committed since their first appearance less than a week ago.

They showed the grand building that Tifa had attacked only an hour or two ago.

The Axis worked from the shadows and labeled the Red Order as a lawless terrorist organization.

They went as far as blaming the order for something completely made up or something they orchestrated.

"What a crapshit is this?" Sylas said out of nowhere, stunning the listeners.

As Aeris and Seren were scolding him, Noa pulled his phone out and messaged Dusk.

"How are things going?"

His tone was casual.

But the response was polite and clear.

"Sir Zero, thanks for your care. I am doing good, but the situation in the association is a bit chaotic. There was an attack, you see. Not everyone knows, but I think your father was targeted. But you probably already know that."

Noa smirked before replying.

"Can you share the rumors that someone tried to kill me as well?"

The messaging app went quiet for a second.

Yet Dusk answered quickly after regaining his composure.

"Your words are my order. Do you have another mission for me?"

"Nope," Jung typed and put the phone back in his pocket.

Then he smiled, his expectations raised his lips, as he said to his family, "It’s time for sleep. We are going to buy our new house tomorrow."