Infinite Chimera Creation

Sumire Muroto waved her hand, indicating that she didn't mind, then pointed to the screen in front of her and said,

"Alright, now you should be more concerned about the killer than me, shouldn't you? These are the places I selected after analysis; they are the places where the killer is most likely to appear tonight."

Upon hearing this, Hongye fell silent, focusing intently on the screen as she waited for the culprit to appear. Although she suspected this incident was a prank orchestrated by higher-ups, she had no other option but to find the perpetrator. She currently lacked the power to lead the Cursed Children in rebellion against humanity, and therefore could only endure.

Whether it was good luck for Momiji or Sumire Muroto's real talent for solving cases, the person they were waiting for actually appeared around 1 a.m.

The seemingly drunk man staggered past the area being watched by Hongye and the others. As he passed through an alley, a hand suddenly reached out and swiftly grabbed his neck, dragging him into the alley. The next instant, blood, not so bright red against the night sky, spurted from the alley, staining the ground with different colors.

Sumire Muroto, usually so laid-back, reacted even faster than Momiji this time. Just as Momiji was about to shout "Found it!" while pointing at the screen, she had already begun issuing orders to her subordinates positioned at the surveillance location via earpiece.

"Don't make a move yet. Wait for other reinforcements to arrive before taking action. The enemy kills more than ten people every night at the same location. Now that they've only killed one person, they'll definitely be waiting for their next prey. Don't worry about them escaping in the meantime."

The last sentence was actually addressed to Momiji; if it were directed at her mechanized warriors, she wouldn't need to explain so much.

Seeing that Momiji took a deep breath and silently nodded to indicate that she understood, Sumire Muroto continued speaking into the headset.

"The other party is very likely a trained cursed child or a mechanized warrior with rich combat experience. To prevent the other party from escaping by accident, a tracker should be installed on the other party as soon as we make contact."

Under the uneasy gaze of Momiji and the indifferent watch of Sumire Muroto, another woman who seemed to have just finished working overtime was dragged into the alley. The mechanized soldiers who were scattered around monitoring various places finally arrived at the scene. Then, at Sumire Muroto's command, two of them rushed into the alley.

Originally, because there were no surveillance cameras in the alley, Sumire and Momiji were unable to see the killer's face. However, even after the mechanized soldiers, all wearing surveillance cameras, rushed into the alley, the two still couldn't see the killer's face.

With one hand, he blocked a kick from a bald mechanized warrior, while with the other hand, he reached around his neck and grabbed the fist of another female mechanized warrior. The murderer, clearly an adult male, was covered in the blood of his victims. His eyes, behind the pure white mask, gleamed with a cold and cruel light as he stared at the bald warrior in front of him, letting out a few contemptuous sneers.

"Damn it, they're even wearing a mask!!"

Hongye, who thought she was about to see the murderer's face, slammed her fist on the table and cursed angrily.

Muroto Sumire's expression also turned sour. In her estimation, the murderer who had slaughtered three hundred people without any reason should have long since lost his mind and become a madman. The only reason he hadn't been caught was because the police were afraid of the murderer's power and dared not conduct surveillance at night. However, after seeing the other person's eyes, Muroto Sumire understood that the murderer had not lost his mind at all; on the contrary, he was terrifyingly calm.

"Tsk, things are getting complicated."

After muttering something under her breath in annoyance, Muroto Sumire fell silent and focused on the battle in front of her.

In the short time it took for the two to speak, the two mechanized soldiers and the murderer had already clashed several times.

The mechanical arm armor emitted a blue light, and the bald, burly man laughed heartily as he slammed a heavy punch into the assailant's arm. The powerful force instantly erupted, sending the assailant flying through the narrow alley.

The assailant, sent flying backward, quickly regained his balance in mid-air and landed with his posture adjusted, ready to withstand an attack. However, to his surprise, none of the four soldiers took the opportunity to attack him.

P.S., thanks to [~%？ …：＃] for the donation and monthly pass, and thanks to [Underwear-on-the-outside-of-the-outside-Superman] for the monthly pass. By the way, someone gave me a 1500 donation! Should I add an extra chapter? [Chin resting on hand] Hmm, I'm going to eat now. If I'm not too lazy to move after eating, I'll add an extra chapter. [Nods] By the way, due to a shortage of funds, starting next month, I'll be aiming for perfect attendance, which means I'll be updating twice a day. [Damn it, my writing skills are terrible, I want to die!]

Chapter Sixty-Five: Battle

Originally, due to the alley's terrain limitations, only two of the four mechanized soldiers could attack the killer, and they had to be restrained for fear of injuring their allies. However, after the killer was blasted out of the alley and landed on the street, the four were finally able to act freely.

"Such strong defense! It withstood my attack without a scratch!"

The bald, burly man clashed his two mechanical arm armors, which emitted a cold blue light, together violently, sparks flying. He then laughed heartily.

"Hey buddy, you're surrounded by the four of us, so don't even think about running away. How about a head-on fight?"

During the time the killer landed, the four had already surrounded him. Besides the bald, burly man in front of the killer, the slender, seemingly unmodified female mechanized warrior who had also launched a fierce attack on the killer in the alleyway, landed lightly behind him, letting out a seductive laugh.

"Hehe, you're so hard, buddy! You've almost made me wet. Want to come with me and play some adult games?"

To the right of the murderer, a man with a deep blue longsword in hand, whose eyes and right arm were entirely mechanical, stood silently. When the murderer looked over, he flicked his longsword and uttered the words indifferently, "Sinner, take your punishment."

Finally, on the low wall to the killer's left, the young mechanized warrior's eyes blazed with fury, making no attempt to conceal his hatred for the killer. With a sudden jerk of his arms, his upper garments ripped apart, and his arms split open, transforming into slender, sharp mechanical arms.

"You deserve to die for wantonly slaughtering ordinary people!!"

After looking around and scrutinizing all those who had attacked him, the murderer let out another disdainful sneer.

Upon hearing the murderer's laughter, the expressions of the others turned extremely grim. Only the man with the knife remained expressionless, yet he silently swung his knife at the murderer.

Faced with the knife-wielding man's attack, the assailant swiftly raised his right hand. Seemingly without any strategy, he precisely seized the moment when the long knife's attack was at its weakest, grabbing the man's knife-wielding arm and easily deflecting the attack.

Despite having his attack neutralized by the assailant, the man with the knife remained calm. He released his grip on the knife with his right hand, letting it fall to the ground. At the same time, he reached forward with his left hand from below and firmly grasped the falling knife. Then, he swung his left hand upward, and the knife, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, slashed towards the assailant's face.

At the same time, the four-armed mechanized warrior had also arrived behind the murderer. Its four slender arms stabbed mercilessly at the murderer's back. Meanwhile, the female mechanized warrior had silently arrived at the murderer's side at some point, smiling seductively. She extended her right hand, which was wreathed in eerie blue electricity, and slammed it down hard on his side.

Of the four, only the bald, burly man did not join the attack on the murderer. It was unclear whether he disdained to team up with others or intended to provide cover for the other three.

Faced with the three attackers, the murderer remained calm. His left eye, hidden behind the mask, had somehow shed its disguise and transformed into a mechanical eye surrounded by blue light, continuously feeding the battlefield analysis into his mind and enabling him to make the most correct judgment.

Leaning forward as if deliberately facing the long sword, he braced himself with his left leg just before the mask made contact with it, turning his body to the side and letting the sword graz his mask as it passed in front of him. At the same time, he raised his right leg and kicked at the four sharp arms behind him, while extending his left arm to his side. Using the force of his punch against the female mechanized warrior, he flew lightly backward, escaping the encirclement of the three in an instant.

Even after the assailant escaped the encirclement, the three showed no signs of panic.

In the next instant, the bald, burly man who had been standing not far away, displaying strength but lacking speed in the alleyway conflict, was now incredibly fast behind the killer. His legs had also transformed into metal armor, radiating a cold blue light; it turned out that his mechanized parts included not only his arms but also his legs.

Flames shot from the elbow of the mechanical arm, propelling the burly man's arm and piercing the killer's chest with unimaginable speed.

The swaggering smile vanished from the burly man behind the killer, replaced by a chilling expression. He leaned close to the killer's ear, who was draped over his arm, and uttered a cold, short sentence.

"Sorry, I'm also good at speed."

"Really? That's quite unexpected."

A hoarse, chilling voice suddenly rang out in the night. The bald, burly man stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Before he could react, the murderer, who was already dead, swiftly raised his right hand and slapped the man hard across the face.

In the brief moment of the arm's swing, the killer's right arm had already shed its bionic skin, revealing its mechanical nature. Then, to the horror and despair of the onlookers, with a loud crack, like a watermelon being smashed, the burly man's head exploded.

"Phew, I didn't expect someone to actually replace all four limbs with mechanical armor. I was careless for a moment and suffered a small loss."

Under the horrified gaze of the three men, the murderer gripped the mechanical armor that had pierced his chest with both hands, twisted it violently, and then pulled the severed arm out of his chest and casually threw it on the ground.

After the mechanical arm armor was removed, the large hole in the killer's chest began to heal rapidly before the three men's astonished eyes. When the mechanical armor landed, although the wound had not fully healed, it had stopped bleeding.

"Speaking of which, both legs have been modified, so..."

As the three men stared in stunned silence, the killer turned and kicked the bald, burly man's corpse in the groin, then let out a chilling, mocking laugh.

"Sure enough, there's nothing there."

Seeing that the other party had actually insulted the corpse of their comrade, the three men's anger flared up instantly, overpowering the shock of the bald man's instant death, and they attacked the murderer again.

However, the killer reacted faster than the three. As soon as the three moved, the killer rushed towards them. It seemed that his legs had not been modified, and his speed was much slower than that of the three.

Although slow in movement, the killer's reaction speed was faster than all three. Facing the first charging four-armed mechanized warrior, he swung his unmodified left arm and delivered a powerful punch. Although the four-armed mechanized warrior's mechanical arm was slender, it was still far stronger than flesh, and the fleshy arm instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Seemingly oblivious to the pain, the killer suddenly spun around, his mechanical right arm swinging rapidly, creating a violent gust of air that flung blood mist at the three men.

The misty blood and flesh, accompanied by the force of the palm strike, rushed into the eyes of the three men, instantly blinding two of them. Only the mechanized warrior wielding the knife, relying on his mechanized eyes, ignored the effects of the blood mist and continued charging straight toward the killer.

The killer's severed left arm began to wriggle and regenerate rapidly as he turned around.

P.S., although it's a bit late, I still delivered on my promise of extra chapters! And by the way, I'm really going to have perfect attendance next month, double chapters! You guys won't believe me! [Writing battle scenes is so hard! No matter how I revise, I just can't get the tension right!]

Chapter Sixty-Six: Thank you!

The blue light from the mechanical eye was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, so the killer had already noticed the abnormality in the knife-wielding warrior's eyes. When the warrior continued to charge at him unaffected, the killer was not surprised at all and calmly took a step back.

The knife-wielding warrior naturally wouldn't let the killer go just because he retreated. He charged at the killer, who had lost an arm and was now seen as much less of a threat, without slowing down.

Just as the sword-wielding warrior and the four-armed warrior brushed past each other, and the sword-wielding warrior was about to pass the four-armed warrior to continue the pursuit of the murderer, the murderer's retreat suddenly stopped, and he rushed forward. His intact mechanical right hand grabbed the two hands and put them in a defensive posture. The four-armed warrior, who was rubbing his eyes with both hands, suddenly exerted force, causing him to stagger and fall towards the cold long sword.

To prevent the killer from escaping, the knife-wielding warrior used his fastest speed to chase after the killer. Therefore, when the four-armed warrior fell towards his knife, he had no time to retract the long sword he had already swung, and he couldn't even change the direction of the long sword.

Since there's no way to avoid it anyway, rather than revealing a weakness that the enemy can exploit because someone is destined to die, it's better to just kill them!

After quickly making a judgment in his mind, a fierce glint flashed in the sword-wielding warrior's eyes. Far from stopping, he increased the force in his hand. The four-armed warrior had only modified his arms; his body and internal organs remained ordinary flesh. However, the long sword in the sword-wielding warrior's hand was custom-made for him by Sima Heavy Industries at the request of Muroto Sumire. Its sharpness was in no way inferior to those legendary swords that could cut through iron like mud. Under the powerful swing of the mechanical arm, a mere human body naturally posed no threat whatsoever.

The assailant clearly did not expect the knife-wielding warrior to be so ruthless towards his own teammates. His plan to attack the knife-wielding warrior while he was dodging was immediately thwarted. In fact, by throwing a punch at the knife-wielding warrior, he exposed his own weakness.

The swordsman, his body splattered with the blood of his comrades, had no expression of joy or sorrow in his eyes; only the blue light emanating from his right mechanical arm, where he wielded the sword, grew stronger, clearly indicating that he was using all his strength.

Seemingly knowing he couldn't dodge the attack, the murderer stopped trying and instead opened his arms wide to receive the impending blow. The murderer's internal organs were clearly unmodified, containing no metal, and were easily sliced ​​in two at the waist by the swordsman.

Sheathing his sword, the warrior sighed deeply. He was about to turn around to check on the female warrior when he suddenly froze in place, his eyes widening in disbelief, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

The knife-wielding warrior lowered his head stiffly and slowly, and in his vision, a blood-stained mechanical arm appeared out of nowhere from his chest.

"How...can...this be..."

The mechanical arm suddenly pulled back, ripped from the knife-wielding warrior's chest, and a large amount of blood gushed from the wound, filling the warrior's lungs and abruptly interrupting his last words.

"Damn it, this will consume a lot of my soul to repair my body."

The killer, whose lower body fell to the ground and whose upper body was supported by eerie tentacles, cursed in frustration. Then, the tentacles quickly wriggled and moved to the lower body, which was not far from him, and pieced his two halves back together. The moment the upper and lower halves came into contact, a large number of fleshy tentacles grew from the wound, biting each other together and beginning to repair themselves rapidly.

Whether it was the female mechanized warrior who had finally cleared the blood from her eyes and regained her sight, or Momiji and Sumire who were monitoring the scene, they were both completely stunned by this unimaginable sight.

"This, this is impossible. Even a level four Gastrea wouldn't have such a strong regenerative ability."

Instinctively, the female mechanized warrior screamed, and her scream also woke up Sumire Muroto and Momiji, calming them down.

Even Gastrea couldn't do this; it's a power that surpasses nature. This is...

At the same moment, Sumire Muroto and Momiji thought of the same name, looked at each other, and together uttered the word heavily.

"Monster."

"It's a monster."

Clenching her fist tightly, Sumire Muroto turned on her headset and gave the urgent order.

"Ask him if he's a monster, and what his purpose is in coming here!!"

The female mechanized warrior was completely terrified by what she saw, and subconsciously repeated Muroto Sumire's words.

"Ask him if he is a monster and what his purpose is in coming here."

"Heh, so someone was indeed watching this place."

The assailant, who had just been cleaved in two, twisted his body and stood up, letting out a disdainful sneer.

"You call that terrifying monster a demon? That's quite an apt name. Never mind, with this power I traded with the monster, I'm no longer afraid of anyone. Even if I were to face that monster, I wouldn't feel scared anymore."

As he spoke, the murderer laughed, his laughter arrogant and conceited, a perfect picture of a petty person who had gained power.

Strolling up to the female mechanized warrior who had completely lost the will to fight, the killer wantonly observed the alluring body before him, even grabbing a handful of her ample breasts. Then, he brought his cold eyes behind the mask close to the small camera in the female warrior's collar, letting out a hoarse, mocking laugh.

"My friend who's been watching this place, thank you for bringing me so much prey. I'll take these souls without hesitation."

After saying that, the murderer mercilessly crushed the female warrior's throat. This woman, who had modified most of her internal organs and had various machines installed in her body, and was theoretically the strongest of the four mechanized warriors, ended her life in this way.

After killing the female warrior, the murderer did not leave immediately. Instead, he used his fully recovered left hand to forcefully stab the spot in his chest where he had been hit by the strong man in the alley. He dug out a small piece of flesh wrapped with a tiny metal object, casually threw it on the ground, and then turned and walked into the dark alley.

The two men who saw this scene through the camera on the corpse felt their hearts sink again. They never expected that the tracking device used for the painless injection would still be discovered by the other party.

After circling around in the dark to make sure no one was following or watching, the killer randomly chose a house, broke in through a window, quickly disposed of all the residents, then rummaged through the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, and lazily sprawled on the sofa, muttering to himself as he reflected on the events of the night.