Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

At this moment, Sigraine was in complete chaos. With all means of communication with the outside world rendered useless, the people of Rembito were like a lone boat adrift at sea.

No one knows who first started the chaos, but that no longer matters. Realizing no one could criticize or punish them, the malice in people's hearts amplified without restraint. The poor kicked open the doors of the luxury stores they had once envied, storming in with clubs and machetes, looting goods and valuables—all they needed was a mask to conceal their identities. The oppressed attacked police stations and government offices, dragging out the aloof military and police they had always disliked, and hanging them by the raised hands of the Rembiton hero statues in the city center; their bodies fluttered in the wind like yo-yos in a child's hand. They then sat in their offices, painting their vision of a "new order" in blood amidst the ruins, forcing all those weaker than them to obey. The rich and bureaucrats scattered, rushing into their mansions, hoping their hired servants would protect their high walls and courtyards, unaware that a sinister glint had already appeared in the eyes of those outwardly obedient slaves.

Peace is hard-won, but chaos only requires the first spark to ignite. The so-called "safest order," built on the credibility of the major empires of Terra, collapsed as quickly as a sandcastle being washed away by waves after the empires abruptly lost contact with each other. None of the remaining armed police and military personnel were able to stand up and maintain order in such chaos. Rather, those who possessed the most powerful weapons in Rembiton immediately joined the ranks of the rioters after realizing what was happening.

When the most powerful thugs are safe from any provocation and can enjoy a life of luxury they never dared to dream of before in this brutal new order, what reason do these so-called "model citizens," whose morals are already low, have to uphold the humanity and reason that were abandoned from the very beginning?

Night had fallen, but the flames in Sigraney illuminated the sky as bright as day. Only the few embassies located in the military zone could still maintain a semblance of peace. But how long could their peace last, with only a handful of armed personnel at the embassies and the imperial prestige being steadily eroded by the chaos?

Wayne had no choice but to use his divine mandate and imperial authority to force his way through. He hadn't mentioned what was happening before him, or rather, he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

Even if there were no natural disasters in the sky, even if the instigators of the riots were not infected, and even if their leader was not called "Reunion," Wayne could still see that those people waving the black and red banners of resistance were staging another "Chernoberg Incident" in a different timeline.

Fortunately, Wayne and his group had the Snow Demon mercenaries clearing the way. Although the Snow Demons, now free from the demonic influence, were noticeably weaker, their superior equipment and hundreds of men still deterred many who might try to take advantage. This saved Wayne the trouble of using his divine authority to force a path through.

“Mr. Bruce...I…”

Theresa gently tugged at Wayne's sleeve. Wayne pursed his lips; he already knew that, given Theresa's personality, she would absolutely not stand by and watch this situation unfold.

But given the current situation... Theresia has just woken up from her coma and is still very weak. Her arm is also injured, and she may not be able to use the Ten Commandments for a while. Wayne really can't bear to leave her in Sigraine at this time.

He took a deep breath, and after much deliberation, he could only turn his gaze to Kal'tsit.

As one of the people who knew Theresa best in the world, Kal'tsit nodded knowingly, gently patted Theresa's shoulder, and said:

"Leave it to me. Theresa, you go back and rest with them."

“Ascalon, protect Kal'tsit,” Wayne added. Kal'tsit hesitated, wanting to refuse, but after a moment, she didn't say anything. Instead, she lowered her head slightly and whispered, “Thank you.”

Wayne smiled silently and nodded. Just as he was about to help Theresa continue on her way, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and instructed Kal'tsit:

"In Victoria's name."

Kal'tsit paused for a moment, then nodded admiringly: "Understood."

Good deeds generally don't need to be done in someone's name, because the primary purpose of doing good is not to seek reward. Just as Wayne fabricated the identity of a Pulitzer journalist but never associated the Pulitzer journalist with the name Wayne Bruce. While this gave Wayne immense fame and real prestige, the cost was that Joseph Pulitzer was no longer pure; whatever he did would be labeled with ulterior motives and subjected to distorted analysis. But Kal'tsit's goal wasn't good deeds, but to rebuild order in the chaotic Sigraine. At this time, having a powerful patron and a prestigious title would be much more convenient. At least it could intimidate those who still held the Empire in awe and allow her to contact the local embassy for the protection and evacuation of nationals.

As for whether Victoria will dominate Rembitox after order is restored.

With favorable timing, location, and popular support, the people of Rembiton have witnessed the dangers of not having a strong, centralized government. After that, what's wrong with the will of the people?

Surtr, Mudrock, Logos, Patriot, and Frostnova remained in the ruins of the city to guard the remaining unicorn forces. Kal'tsit and Ascalon stayed in the city to maintain order. Thus, those who returned to the resort with Vayne and the others were left with Kroos and Warfarin, two members with weak direct combat abilities, the injured Vayne and Theresa, the rescued Brutus, and the unknown little brat who clung tightly to Brutus's side, tightly gripping Theresa's dress and Brutus's fingers.

The collapse of order naturally spread to the resort at the foot of the mountain, but fortunately, when Wayne rented the entire resort, he dismissed all the staff to maintain the mystery of the Tower of Babel. Therefore, although the chaos affected the resort, it mostly involved thugs and bandits who had failed in the city and were forced to flee to the wilderness.

SilverAsh quickly captured them and asked Wayne for his opinion: "What should we do with them?"

“Give them some food and let them go,” Wayne said, winking at SilverAsh. SilverAsh nodded slightly, then gestured for Nosis to turn and leave. He led Wayne and the others into a newly cleaned house in the resort.

"Everyone, let's rest here for a while. I'll have the Mountain Snow Demon patrolling the area. If you need anything, just use the communicator... just call out when you come out, I can hear you."

Having grown accustomed to Victoria's modernity, SilverAsh was clearly a little disoriented at the sudden loss of all convenient means of communication. But he quickly adjusted.

After all, he had experienced traditional life. Those seemingly outdated but incredibly useful common sense principles were still ingrained in his very being.

Perhaps he can change his rigid view of whether tradition or modernity is superior in this incident?

Chapter 126 Methods of Deceiving People into Joining a Shady Company

"So you guys really scared me to death!"

The gray-haired girl from Carter's was slumped over the table, her face and chest squashed together. She looked utterly listless, glaring at Wayne and grumbling.

"You have no idea, I was locked up in my room, and suddenly there was a huge bang, and it felt like a three-meter-tall monster smashed right through the house. And that wasn't all, then a cold wind started blowing and it started snowing heavily. I almost froze to death. Just when I was getting used to it a little, suddenly a stone giant the size of a mountain appeared, and it slashed at me, and I was instantly engulfed in flames (physically). Look at my hair, here and here, this is what got burned off!"

The violent woman clutched her feverish body, where charred marks from being burned by flames stood out starkly against her long, gray hair.

Wayne scratched his head awkwardly. To be honest, he couldn't be blamed. After all, his anticipated enemies were the city's inhabitants, corrupted by demons. These residents were all top-tier demonic beings, and might even possess fragments of demonic energy that hadn't been completely eradicated. Wayne had learned his lesson in the North from those things; if he hadn't returned in time, Kal'tsit might have fallen to the Earl of Princeton, who had been corrupted and mutated by demonic fragments.

Having learned from past mistakes, Wayne was naturally going to be as ruthless as possible. In theory, as long as a person had a breath left, Wayne's professional team could bring her back to life through the underworld. The primary objective was definitely to annihilate the enemy first.

I never imagined that the atrocity would leave such a deep psychological scar.

Wayne glanced at the little brat he'd been longing for, sitting on Violence's lap. Through her bangs covering her eyes, he could vaguely see her clear, bright blue eyes, as she curiously surveyed her surroundings, seemingly less tense than Violence. But the little brat didn't speak, so Wayne couldn't tell if she was actually frightened.

After thinking it over, Wayne explained, "Although the process was a bit complicated, we really came to rescue you. And, the outcome is always good, isn't it?"

"You call your process 'twisting'?" Violence scoffed. "It was almost straight to the point, a one-step solution. To be honest, when you guys rushed in, I almost wanted to talk to those green-clad, two-horned guys and ask them to give me a weapon so I could go down and stop you too."

The atrocity paused, as if carefully choosing his words, before finally stating with absolute certainty:

"What kind of Ursus rescue is that?!"

"Uh..." Wayne chuckled awkwardly, changing the subject. He was a little embarrassed.

After venting his frustrations and clearing away all the pent-up anger, Brutality took a deep breath, stood up, and, under Wayne's astonished gaze, bowed deeply to him and Theresa with utmost sincerity.

"Thank you so much. You saved my life and Amiya's life too."

"Please don't take what I just said to heart. I was just... a little too nervous... too happy. It feels like a dream that I'm finally safe, which is why I said those strange things. Please just pretend I was talking nonsense or simply ignore it. You are all my and this child's benefactors. Thank you so much."

The voice of the atrocities carried a hint of relieved sobs, which moved both Wayne and Theresa.

The Cartes were never a particularly resilient race. Compared to the warlike and fierce Ursus, the rabbits were practically the epitome of gentleness, kindness, humility, and modesty. But circumstances often force people to make decisions that deviate from their original intentions and nature. On the shattered borders of Rembiton, how many Cartes toiled their entire lives in the mines, carrying Originium ore far beyond their physical limits? And how many Cartes were forced to wander the wilderness, compelled to become bandits and plunder?

In his previous life, Wayne had played roguelike games. The scene of the white-legged Carter's girl and her eight big men being scammed by a honey trap is still unforgettable. Everyone joked that the difficulty of the level was so high that you could "kill indiscriminately" by just placing a mudstone. How many people have thought about how many girls were forced into honey traps by RemBottom?

Wayne reached out and helped the violent man to his feet.

"It's all over now. You're safe."

"Mmm." The tyrant excitedly twitched his ears, grabbed Amiya's little hand, and said to the bewildered little brat, "Come on, Amiya, quickly say thank you to your uncle and aunt!"

"Uncle?!" "Auntie?!"

Wayne and Theresa, who had just shown relieved smiles, exclaimed almost simultaneously.

Wayne immediately waved his hands frantically in protest, "No, no, no! I'm only in my early twenties, how can you call me uncle? You little brat... no... Amiya should call Wayne 'brother'!"

Theresa nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Mr. Bruce and I aren't that far apart in age... Ahem, why are you all looking at me like that? I'm Mr. Bruce's wife. It's perfectly normal for Amiya to call Wayne 'brother' and me 'sister,' isn't it?"

Kroos and Warfarin, standing to the side, simultaneously averted their gazes under Theresa's "kind" stare, whistling meaningfully as they nodded repeatedly under Theresa's watchful eye: "Ah, yes, yes, Your Highness Theresa is right."

We're not questioning the fact that you're Prince Wayne's wife; we're questioning which part of that statement you're questioning. Don't you have any idea?

Theresa narrowed her eyes, glancing at the two of them with a look that said, "We'll settle this score later." Turning to Amiya, her face softened into a friendly smile. She knelt down, gently ruffled Amiya's hair, and said:

"Are you called Amiya?"

The little rascal blinked and whispered, "Hmm..."

"Are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat?"

Amiya paused, shrank back, grabbed Tyranny's hand, and said, "Tyranny said not to eat food given by strangers."

The tyranny chuckled and said, "Theresia... you're not exactly a stranger to me."

"Doesn't that count?" Amiya looked up at the atrocity to confirm, and only after receiving confirmation from older sister Carter did she reach out and grab Theresa's hand, saying, "I want to eat cake."

“I’ll place the order,” Wayne said immediately. He just took out his phone, then realized that there was no internet, and with the city in such a mess, it was unlikely that any cake shops would still be open. He could only shake his head and shrug helplessly.

"There's no cake right now. The adults outside are fighting. If Amiya wants cake, I'll treat you when we get back to Victoria, okay?"

Wayne comforted him. The little rascal nodded crisply, his understanding both heartwarming and heartbreaking.

"What are your plans next, Miss Violence?" Theresa asked Violence while Wayne was playing with the children.

The Brutality pursed his lips, a bitter smile on his face, and shook his head. “I don’t have any plans. I’ll probably just take this child and find a safe place to settle down. But I’m a mercenary, so I can’t take care of her forever… This child has had a hard life. When I found her, her parents were already… and she almost died at the hands of those cultists.”

"How about coming to Victoria? Amiya has already agreed," Wayne suddenly stood up and said.

The Brutality paused, seemingly tempted, but quickly shook its head: "Victoria... it's good, but it's useless to me. You two probably don't know how strict Victoria's citizenship policy is. Even in the most prosperous and wealthy area of ​​Sigraine, you can't find two people who meet Victoria's citizenship requirements. And if I go to Victoria without a household registration and identity document, I can only work illegally, which is worse than being a mercenary in Rembiton."

As he spoke, Baoxing suddenly seemed to remember something and asked somewhat excitedly, "Are you two from Victoria? Why don't you take Amiya away? She's still young, and adoption shouldn't be too difficult. Uh... I'm not forcing you to adopt Amiya... I just hope she can live a stable life. If there are difficulties, then forget it."

Realizing her words had been somewhat offensive, Brutality's ears drooped. Being rescued and then forcing someone to take away a clueless little brat as a burden—even someone as shameless as her found it utterly disgraceful to admit.

But Wayne and Theresa exchanged a glance and gave each other a mysterious smile.

Wayne said, "It's better for Amiya to stay by your side. You're the person she trusts the most right now, and it wouldn't be appropriate for us to forcibly take her away."

Theresa nodded in agreement: "Yes, and little Amiya wouldn't want to leave her tyrannical sister, would she?"

Amiya shook her little head like a wave drum.

“As expected, it didn’t work… It’s okay, what you two said makes sense, I’ll think of another way. I still have some savings, maybe I can buy a plot of land in the countryside to grow something…” Violence explained carefully, comforting Amiya: “It’s okay, I won’t leave.”

Just when the violence was starting to falter, Wayne, who had kept everyone in suspense, finally spoke again:

"Well, while adopting Amiya isn't an option right now, there are plenty of ways to get you to Victoria."

"Huh? Could it be... that you two have friends who hold official positions in Victoria?" A glimmer of hope rekindled in Violence's eyes. She suddenly remembered that Wayne and the others were able to come to Rembiton at this turbulent time and even rent such an elite mercenary group as the Snow Demons as bodyguards. They must be wealthy, perhaps even minor nobles. In that case, maybe they really could get the difficult matter of obtaining residency status done.

"I heard that the local household registration system can be lenient. Is it difficult? As long as Amiya has a normal person's identity, that's fine. As for me, I can do any kind of work. I'm quite strong."

"Well, Miss Violence, don't worry. We do have a few connections in Victoria. It'll be easy to arrange suitable identities for the two of you."

Wayne said in a serious tone, extending his hand to Theresa and whispering:

"We've secured a Babel Tower contract and a candidate for Rembitox's office."

Theresa nodded knowingly, went into the house, and returned a short while later with what appeared to be a handwritten contract, which she handed to Wayne.

"I didn't bring a backup. The machine is broken and I can't print. I wrote one by hand, so I'll just have to make do."

Wayne's lips twitched, but he pretended nothing had happened and handed the contract to Violence:

"Read it, and if there are no problems, sign it."

“Uh… what is this?” Brutality asked.

“A long-term mercenary contract,” Wayne replied.

"How long will it last?" the atrocities questioned.

“Your whole life,” Wayne said.

The violent act was taken aback: "A contract of servitude?"

Wayne shook his head: "To put it nicely, what is a 'contract of servitude'? We provide food, accommodation, and social insurance, and all the weapons, equipment, and electronic devices we are issued are the latest models from Victoria. We operate on a mission-based system, and when there are no missions, we are on vacation. Forced overtime is prohibited. The company's benefits are reasonable, missions are based on seniority, and we have connections all over Terra. An organization like this is one that most people can't even get into."

The violent act was taken aback, blinking for a long time before finally saying, "Really?"

"I'm a big boss, would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask them."

Wayne looked at Warfarin and Closure, his pupils slowly turning gold.