Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 95, Section 033: A Helping Hand

"Don't cry."

The dragon horse was so frightened that it took two steps back, and then it heard clearly.

It was a man's voice, but there was no one around talking to him. Incredibly, it seemed... the voice originated from a body.

"who are you?"

"Who...am I?" the voice murmured to itself.

"Clang!"

At this moment, the man in the black suit left the ward, bowed, and said, "Then, good luck to you all."

After saying that, he turned and left leisurely.

Some people watching the scene wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say, so they had to give up.

That voice never rang out again.

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The sky is bright.

Everyone sat in the hall, greedily and silently taking a puff of their cigarettes. This was the first time Ryoma had ever seen him smoke.

When I returned to the villa, new news arrived.

Most of the people who were active at last night's meeting will not see the dawn of a new era.

Those who have managed to survive until today are all those who have betrayed their country.

Koji was so frightened that his face turned pale. If he hadn't been mindful of the branch leader's reputation and hadn't gone back to the special treatment center with the necrophiliac, he probably would have followed in their footsteps on the way back last night.

When the other party knew that a large group of people were gathering, they should have warned them to be careful. However, at that time, everyone assumed that since the other party had sent out invitations, they would not take any action.

Negligence, or a lack of preparedness despite being well-prepared, ultimately left no one with the ability to provide assistance.

This morning, the Qingtian Gang and Hongdou Gate began reclaiming the territories of these destroyed societies, further expanding their reach.

Now, they are truly isolated and helpless.

"I'm afraid most of the officially registered associations in Sakae-kyo have been taken over now," Koji said helplessly, even a little envious of the smaller associations below. They could surrender, but as the undisputed number one, he couldn't.

In the world of the White Walkers, grassroots societies are selected annually, and the chosen societies possess basic local governance rights, maintaining local order. This dynamic election process stimulates the vitality of these grassroots societies and preserves the primal fighting instincts of White Walker society.

The Ran Shan Tang had been losing members in recent months and was in a slump after suffering heavy losses. It was clearly no longer able to maintain local order, which was why the Qing Tian Gang and Hong Dou Men had an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Currently, the few remaining combat forces in Zuojingdu have been depleted, as the reinforcing spirits have been sent back and replaced by the Seven Deadly Sins. In terms of personnel and combat strength, Zuojingdu is already somewhat stretched thin.

Meanwhile, on the left wing... these unknown assassins and killers are emerging one after another, and the hunter community, which was almost extinct, is beginning to show signs of resurgence.

The silence of other associations indicates that no new allies can be found in this city.

It is likely that, amidst the undercurrents, it will soon be taken over by the left-wing forces.

"Excuse me... can we ask Councilor Akahoshi for help?" Kodera asked.

"Mr. Akahoshi is not in the Left Kyoto right now; he has been transferred to the Right Kyoto to discuss and make decisions."

Greed frowned.

"I see." Koji looked disappointed.

In terms of current combat strength, they are not without the ability to fight, but the three of them – Greed, Pride, and Envy – plus the necrophiliacs, barely qualify as combat power. In terms of basic manpower, they do not have a significant advantage.

Ryoma asked, "Can we ask humans for help?"

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy! How can we ask humans for help? Those spineless wimps are unreliable!" Koji scolded.

"Who are you looking for?" Greed asked.

Ryoma scratched his head and said, "I'm not really sure either. Aren't we against the left-wing faction harming humanity? Humanity should approve of us, right? If we also fall, humanity's situation will be even more dangerous, so they should consider supporting or cooperating with us, right?"

"Hmph, they'd love for us to fight amongst ourselves and wear each other down, why would they possibly come to our aid!"

It's hard to explain to Ryoma, it's like he was once human and still holds a sliver of expectation and pride for humanity.

"Don't say that. Humans are a very powerful race."

He retorted.

"Hmm," came the arrogant voice that hadn't spoken in a long time.

Koji, unable to retaliate, asked, "Then what kind of help do you think humans can offer?"

Ryoma couldn't quite put his finger on it. After all, as an ordinary citizen, he had lived a peaceful and uneventful life for over twenty years without ever discovering how humans were secretly fighting against the White Walkers. Perhaps if he had been discovered, he wouldn't have survived to this day.

He arrogantly declared, "There are many experts in the human world."

You Donglongma thought of the young man at the bar; his bartending skills were very proficient, and he always gave people a very reliable feeling.

"Don't count on the hunters in Zuojingdu. They have been suppressed by various societies for many years and have no chance to fight back."

Shoji Kodera said.

Even so, a figure still lingered in his heart, the other person turning back in the flames, the pale mask half-crying and half-laughing seeming to mock him mercilessly.

He couldn't help but swallow, suppressing the fear that had been surging within him.

"What about the Metropolitan Police Department? Or the special forces? Seeing those professions always gave me a great sense of security," Ryoma said nostalgically.

Greedy pinched his chin, pondering the feasibility.

"Ding-dong-"

Everyone looked toward the door.

"Who could it be so early?"

A dragon horse immediately stepped forward to open the door.

At the door stood a capable-looking woman wearing glasses, her ponytail tucked into her police hat.

The other person's expression hardened, and he said seriously, "Hello, I am Fujiwara Chizuru from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I have come to assist you at the request of Ling."

"Officer, are you... alone?"

Ryoma couldn't see anything special about this policewoman.

Fujiwara Chizuru narrowed her eyes and glared at him through her glasses: "Yes."

"Oh, please come in quickly." Ryoma realized his lapse in composure and quickly stepped aside to let the policewoman in.

Out of professional habit, Fujiwara Chizuru subconsciously began to observe the people in the room.

Koji met her. The recent bombing was related to Ranzan-do. For the safety of the people, it was necessary to understand the situation and—appropriately—appease the public's emotions.

Therefore, I had a lot of dealings with these societies.

The woman with bandages covering her eyes, as Ling had introduced her, was the first of the seven deadly sins: pride.

The man with the mustache represents greed, one of the seven deadly sins.

The blindfolded man with his hair tied in a small ponytail must be the remaining jealousy.

By the way, who is this seemingly pathetic guy?

"Hello, I am Ryoma, and I was just rescued by Arrogance."

There is a way to introduce oneself.

"Oh." Fujiwara Chizuru's gaze didn't linger long. In the corner, there was a guy wrapped in yellowish cloth, whose attire was quite eye-catching.

The shroud was tattered, with the edges and corners torn and gray. His arms and face were covered in tightly bound bandages, making him look like a complete freak.

And this guy's eyes, so lifeless, made you want to avoid talking to him.

"He is a necrophiliac from the Ryuzan-do Right Capital reinforcements. He was attacked on the way here and was the only one who survived."

Ryoma explained, and he was also a little surprised, as he had only mentioned this casually before, yet he still remembered it.

I'm back in Guangzhou today, temporarily living in a rented apartment with a friend. I packed some daily necessities tonight. My internship starts on Tuesday, and I don't know if it will affect my writing, but I'll still try my best to save up some drafts!

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(End of this chapter)