The Infinite World of Weapon Girls

—I heard the familiar news about the new Gastrea Act again, and suddenly felt tinnitus and annoyed.

Just as I was about to change the channel, I noticed a little boy with beautiful blue hair and bangs, who looked to be only about 11 or 12 years old, sitting in the passenger seat. He was looking at me with an innocent and carefree smile.

However, the miniature laser emitter on his finger was shooting a straight beam of light directly at him, leaving the driver completely bewildered.

"Don't be nervous, Uncle. I just want to ask, where were those three people who rushed off the bus going?"

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After passing through a deep alley and turning two more corners, the two policemen arrived at a deserted, abandoned factory. The air was thick with dust and stale, carrying a faint, pungent smell of gasoline and dried blood.

"Cursed child, go to hell!"

The fat policeman slammed the little girl he was holding against a gray wall. Before she could get up and fight back, bullets were already flying out.

"Ughh ...

With the sound of a gunshot, a sharp, mournful cry echoed across the empty wasteland.

The shot, intended for the heart, unexpectedly missed and hit the stomach. The lead bullet tore through her abdomen, and the red-haired girl, who had still had the strength to struggle, suddenly showed an expression of extreme pain. She clutched her abdomen, which was oozing a large pool of blood, and her small body curled up like a shrimp, rolling from side to side on the ground. At this moment, she could barely even make a sound.

The overweight policeman shook his head and chuckled at his own poor marksmanship, then turned to his colleague and said, "You're here to finish her off?"

"Oh, but I want to end your life."

The fat policeman then realized that his colleague was a corpse at his feet, with a card piercing his heart and blood flowing freely.

Standing behind him was a completely unfamiliar young man.

"...Your companion took the hit for you, but it doesn't matter, because you're going to hell too."

He had been advising Tina not to cause a murder, but now he was killing a police officer without batting an eye.

"Wu Teng!!" came Uncle J's belated shout from afar.

Wu Teng acted as if he hadn't heard.

In the fat policeman's terrified, dilated pupils, before he could even vent his final fear, a very ordinary rectangular card, with unbelievable speed, sliced ​​through and embedded itself in his throat.

Bright red blood gushed out like a sprinkler from the gaping wound in his neck. What should have been a painful scream turned into a hoarse, terrifying hissing sound, like a broken blower, due to his ruptured vocal cords.

Then he kicked the fat policeman in the stomach, the astonishing force sending his body flying several meters high before he was thrown far away like trash.

After his transformation, Wu Teng stood motionless, his hands stained with blood, staring at the two dead policemen.

Tina and J, who arrived at the crime scene a step later, both gasped in shock.

"J, save her," Wu Teng said, catching his breath.

J rushed over, crouched down in front of the red-haired girl who was crawling on the ground in pain, and skillfully flicked the blood to stop the bleeding and bandaged her wounds.

The young girl, Tina, gave Wu Teng a meaningful look: "Now it seems you're not so bad after all."

Feeling his hands still trembling after killing someone, Wu Teng could only give a silent, self-deprecating smile.

He had killed many things: Kabane, zombies, aliens, even the Iron Triangle Head from Silent Hill... but he rarely killed people, unless they were people who truly wanted him dead or evil people who did things against the natural order in front of him.

If Gang had been more decisive, perhaps the little girl wouldn't have been shot...?

Suddenly, sirens surged in from all directions, engulfing the once silent, abandoned factory in a cacophony of noise, almost like an ambush.

The incident was too sudden and suspicious, because the two police officers had no chance to call for help from the beginning until their deaths—unless someone else called the police.

"Hmm...it seems we've gotten ourselves into trouble."

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(Tina isn't a saint, and she hasn't encountered anything deeply touching yet. On the contrary, Wu Teng has some saintly qualities. Plus, Tina and J are police officers... So now it's Wu Teng's turn to step up, and he's the most suitable one to do so. I forgot he's a card king; the initial throwing knife has been changed to cards based on advice.)

(The cursed child has a strong vitality. The bullet that hit his abdomen was a lead bullet, not a colored bullet, so it was unlikely to be fatal. As long as he received timely treatment, he would be fine... He was shot because he couldn't get there in time.)

(I might update four or five chapters tomorrow from today's drafts...maybe...(:3_ヽ)_)

[Some...some thoughts from the heart (a veiled insult at the end)]

① I never expected to achieve such results.

② I didn't expect so many readers to have such high hopes for us.

③ I never expected to meet such wonderful people.

④ Yes, that's the one... it's been released... um...

⑤ Tina is awesome

⑥ Tachibana Kanade is amazing, will we... meet her?

⑧ I lost my favorite item ⑦, can you help me find it?

9. No, get out.

⑩ Wait a minute, am I writing a message about the product launch?

Ugh, I... I didn't even know it was Nanxi's birthday today. So embarrassing!

So what kind of acceptance speech should I write for the book's release?

1. Playing the victim?

2. Please subscribe?

3. Is there a bounty that you know can never be repaid?

4. Unable to repay the debt, he could only shamefully pay it off by wearing women's clothing?

5 and so on?

6. Okay, let's get down to business... Let's update: Including corrections, it takes Yue-chan about 50 minutes to an hour to write 1,000 words.

7 is no joke, it's an astonishing speed, right? Right? Right?! He's practically the scum of the online novel writing world...

So, writing 8 words would take 10 hours, even without writer's block... But should I still decide to do it?

9 (Clenches fists, smiles in encouragement!)

"500 first-time subscribers, 4k+ daily updates"

"1000 first-time subscribers, 5k+ daily updates"

"1500 first-time subscribers, 6k+ daily updates"

"2000..." (I can't even imagine it doesn't exist, I'm flipping the table! ...Hmm, I think the paragraph above can also be crossed out, it's so fake, like a dream, I'm flipping the table.)

The above is only the basic update volume and does not include bonus chapters.

Although I write slowly and often get headaches, I will do my best to finish this story, which is as beautiful as the Dragon Maid arc (with a happy ending!).

10. [Bounty: (Pretend) to be valid indefinitely]

3000 recommendations, extra chapter

Bonus chapter for 200 monthly votes

Bonus chapter for every 10000 reward or an equivalent amount of razor blades.

The rules have been updated to include one additional update on top of the daily update limit, up to a maximum of one additional update per day, until the debt is paid off. "Reject the cross-dressing force"—never be enslaved.

The final interpretation of the above rests with Yue-chan (crossed out).

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Tomorrow's release will feature over 10,000 words, with about 4-5 chapters. These are purely for fun and don't count as extra chapters. It will start at noon and won't be released all at once. The last chapter might just be the last one posted by Yue-chan before I collapse in bed.

Because Friday classes are fucking ridiculously numerous!

Also, I hope this "satisfactory result" (less than 500 initial subscriptions) the day after tomorrow can serve as a birthday gift for Sister Nanxi, giving her a surprise! (A surprise?) Thank you to editor Nanxi for your guidance and recommendations over the past month. Of course, my deepest gratitude goes to... all of you!

Dear friends, comrades, and dear readers… I feel a sense of distance with each of you, so please forgive my lack of vocabulary; I can only use what I consider my closest friend, “you,” to refer to everyone. Your criticisms, suggestions, complaints, corrections, empathy, and willingness to let me have my way—all of these are your most precious forms of support. Thank you so much (tears).

Finally, happy birthday to Nanxi-chan! (Salute)

You should be happy too!

[Ta55's ability to shift blame is a skill passed down through generations of team members! (Seeking first subscriptions)]

"...Thank you... Uncle, why did you save me?"

With practiced ease, he treated the wound. With the Cursed Child's regenerative abilities comparable to Gastrea, the wound under the gauze stopped bleeding and scabbed over in no time, and the pain subsided considerably.

The red-haired girl looked up and saw her savior's face clearly. The crimson in her red eyes slowly faded, revealing a pair of misty, lively blue eyes.

“Because you didn’t do anything bad, right?” J crouched down and smiled at the little girl.

"Of course not!" The confident voice suddenly weakened, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to look up at J. "I... I just stole a few drinks... because I, and my friends, were so hungry..."

Suddenly, sirens blared.

The little girl's timid face was filled with deep fear, as if a great enemy was about to strike. Looking at the two companions who seemed to be her saviors standing not far away, and the two lifeless bodies of policemen on the ground, her fear and gloom deepened.

"Uncle, run! Run! Those bad guys won't let you get away with this! Before they come, you..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" J smiled and ruffled the girl's messy hair, then took her hand, half-squatting as he stood up and asked, "How are you? Can you still move?"

"Hmm... I can... I can move."

"That person is your true savior."

The little girl followed J's gaze and looked over. The man also noticed that he was being watched, so he gently turned his head and revealed a clean and relaxed smile.

Then, J straightened his back, took the little girl's hand, and walked to Wu Teng's side. Turning his head, he said to her, "Stay close to this brother. He will take you to a safe place... and he will also buy lots and lots of food for you and your sisters."