Knight Asylum

Chapter 23: Questions? Greetings from the La Group

The contractor was very panicked because they were doing something shameful that must not be known to anyone outside the construction site. Once exposed, they would inevitably go to jail. Thinking of this, the contractor's mind started working quickly, analyzing Red's actions and expressions like a famous detective, and came up with a rough plan within just a few seconds.

The contractor was not only not panicked by the guilt of being caught, but he even questioned Red with confidence.

"Who are you? This is a construction site! Who allowed you to come in?!"

Red was stunned as he didn't expect the contractor to fight back so forcefully. Before he could finish his words, the other workers, at the contractor's signal, started to noisily avoid Red's direction. Red felt dizzy from the noise, and the workers' actions were no longer limited to words. When they got close to Red, they reached out and started pushing him, forcing Red to the stairs.

"Go, go, go!"

"This is an important construction site, no outsiders are allowed to enter!"

"Do you want us all to lose our jobs and starve to death on the streets?"

Under the inexplicable and righteous driving of the workers, Red was driven out of the construction site.

"I'll let you go this time! But I won't let you go if I catch you sneaking in next time!"

The contractor gave Red a stern look and slammed the iron door shut. Red could clearly hear the sound of the door being locked from behind it, as well as the sound of cursing gradually fading away.

Looking at the tightly closed iron door in front of him, Reid raised his hand and reacted. He quickly stepped forward and knocked hard on the iron door.

"Wait! I haven't finished talking yet!"

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Red knocked on the door, there was no response. Instead, he knocked a dent in the iron door.

Red took a few steps back, wandered around the iron gate unwillingly for a few times, then squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and let out a reluctant breath. For him now, it was not a difficult task to climb over the iron gate in front of him, go in and knock down all the workers inside, but he was not a gangster, he did not like to use violence to solve problems, not to mention his current identity was very embarrassing.

It seems that U, the supreme commander of Servitoria, has made a big bet on him, and the attitude of Ata Asano, the director of Servitoria's public relations department, is also clear. If any trouble involving public relations issues arises at this time, he and U will most likely be sent away by the public relations department.

But fortunately, there is no danger now.

The Yummy that Erika Satonaka mentioned was probably those weirdos who moved as slowly as mummies, and those weirdos were tied up with chains. Judging from the workers' reactions, it was not that the workers were controlled by Yummy to privately forge O coins through unknown means, but more like the workers imprisoned Yummy.

How was the O coin made privately? Judging from Yummy's actions, he doesn't seem to be able to do any precision work.

The more Red thought about it, the more questions popped up in his mind. He decided to take a look around first. There must be more than just a few workers on such a large construction site, and their lunch break would not be too long. The workers who were not present must be in the streets nearby. He could find a few workers to test it out first. If that didn't work, he could come in and apply for a job as a bricklayer to get inside.

"Boss, that man is gone—"

The worker standing in front of the window where the glass had not yet been installed put down his binoculars and called out to the contractor who was pacing back and forth with a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's only temporary. Tsk - did someone leak the news? Or was it because the action was too big and they were noticed?" The contractor glanced at his subordinates around him and denied the possibility that someone who knew the situation at the scene had leaked the news.

They are a community of interests, and only those who are bored enough would stab themselves.

Then the only problem left is that their movements were too big.

"No, we can't just take it slow. We have to speed up the process," the contractor flicked off the cigarette butt in his hand and looked at the workers around him, "Go and move my luggage here, move all of it!"

The workers around looked at each other and realized the seriousness of the problem. They dispersed and soon brought a bunch of things, including clothes and tables, all of which were very common daily items.

The workers dragged a large number of daily necessities and threw them towards Yummy who was chained. Yummy stretched out his hand towards the contractor and pounced on the objects like a shark that smelled blood. He raised his fist and smashed them down. What was strange was that Yummy, whose movements were stiff and slow, smashed more and more vigorously, as if he had been hungry for a long time and suddenly had a good meal.

The workers pulled out pickaxes from the corner and went around behind the Yummys. They raised the pickaxes in their hands and smashed them down on the backs of the Yummys. The pickaxes, shining with a cold light, penetrated into the thin bodies wrapped in white bandages. The workers dragged the pickaxes with all their strength as if they were dismantling a concrete floor. The pickaxes that penetrated into the Yummy's bodies kept going down. The wounds caused by the pickaxes kept expanding. Shiny objects peeled off from the wounds and rolled out with a clang.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but follow those shiny objects, because what fell from Yummy's body was the only common currency of [S·L], the O coin.

This is how they mint O coins.

But after a few minutes, the wounds created by the workers on Yummy's body stopped dropping O coins.

The contractor's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again. All the biological objects he brought to the construction site had been smashed to pieces. Now those Yummies were staring at him again.

The contractor glanced at the other workers present, and the workers looked away guiltily, not daring to look him in the eye.

The contractor walked back and forth for a few times, pinching his nose, and then he raised his hand and waved, "Lift my car up."

"Really - ahem... boss, there's no need to make such a big deal out of it," a worker's eyes lit up at first and he lifted up his sleeves excitedly, but when reminded by the eyes of the workers around him, his face immediately brightened and he rubbed his hands hypocritically.

"Stop acting and get to work!" The contractor snorted with an unhappy look on his face.

The workers around looked at each other and smiled knowingly. The contractor often showed off his car.

With the workers working together, the contractor's car was quickly brought to their floor by a crane.

Outside the construction site, Asano put his hands behind his back, stared at the operating crane, and said meaningfully, "Wow."

"Kuga, are you free now?"

Red, who was looking for the construction workers, paused, his body suddenly tensed, and he slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the person calling him. A strange woman was sitting on a chair in front of the not-so-big coffee shop.

She was wearing a very bright red dress, high-heeled boots with metal spikes, and a peculiar ring on the ring finger of her left hand. She was a very beautiful woman, like a noble lady in the legend. The mark of a rose in the center of her white forehead added a touch of weirdness to her beautiful face.

This woman is not human!

The only one who would directly call him Kuuga is Gurongi, one of the most terrifying monsters in [S·L].

The woman smiled and asked again, "Kuga, are you free now?"

The pedestrians on the road tended towards the woman like butterflies and bees seeking the scent of roses, but this beautiful smile was extremely terrifying in Reid's eyes.

That woman is very strong! Much stronger than Gumumu!

Chapter 24: Dialogue from Baluba, Blocked Desire

What would happen if you said you were busy?

Although Gurongi is very bloodthirsty, he is also very disciplined. He will not fight back even if he is chased and beaten by humans until it is his turn.

But what if it's this woman's turn now?

Reid didn't believe in so-called coincidences. Looking at the woman's confident and calm look, it was obvious that she had been waiting here for a long time.

"My name is not Kuuga, it's Red. You don't want me to call you Gurongi, do you?"

After thinking it through, Red simply sat opposite the woman with his arms folded across his chest. Facing Gurongi's rigid moves, they were completely useless. If he didn't want to be led by the nose, he could only make random moves!

As expected, the woman, who didn't expect Red to be so rude, was stunned for a moment, but soon regained her previous indifference, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Red became more meaningful.

"That's right. My name is La Baruba Die. You can just call me Baruba."

"Well, Baluba, let me answer your previous question first. I have something to do now. Do you have something more important to do?" Reid leaned forward, put his hands on the armrests, and tightened his fingers.

Because he encountered the extremely low probability of a Gurongi killing game on the first day, he read the section about Gurongi in the official survival manual of [S·L] again. He still remembered the strict level divisions of Gurongi marked in the manual.

The La Group is different from other groups. Other groups are contestants, while the La Group is the referee. The referee of the Gurongi Murder Game suddenly came to their door, and there was something wrong no matter how you looked at it.

"You have something to do, are you referring to... that construction site? Then you can rest assured and drink coffee with me here. Their capacity is far from enough to help Yummy transform to the next stage."

The more relaxed Baluba laughed, the heavier Red's mood became. It was not a good sign to have his whereabouts and purpose known to the Gurongi Group, especially the Shila Group. However, Red was very concerned about the next stage of Yummy's transformation as mentioned by Baluba.

"What does it mean?"

Baluba raised her eyebrows in surprise, then as if she realized something, shook her head and spoke.

"Literally, Yummy is born from human desires, which are constantly satisfied and expanded. When desires accumulate to a certain extent, Yummy will transform and become more perfect, making it easier to realize desires. To use an analogy, it is..."

"If a person wants to become rich, he will work at first. When the wealth accumulates to a certain level, he will start a business. Of course...Yummy is born out of human desire. There is no so-called rationality or morality in desire. To gain wealth, most people will work, while Yummy will directly rob. When the wealth accumulates to a certain level, normal people will seek a breakthrough, while Yummy will transform herself and no longer just rob passers-by, but may go directly to the bank."

Red blinked, "You...seem to understand humans very well."

Baluba paused while serving the coffee, and lowered her eyes slightly. "I have lived here for more than ten years, and I will continue to live here in the future. Is it strange to understand humans?"

After saying that, Baluba took another sip of coffee.

"I see...wait a minute! Sorry, I don't have time to chat with you right now!"

Red nodded in sudden realization, then remembered the behavior of the locked Yummys and stood up suddenly.

It was obvious that the target of those Yummys was the contractor, so the desire that gave rise to these Yummys was probably not something that could be resolved peacefully!

"Why are you in such a hurry? I told you before that they are not capable enough to transform Yummy. Haven't you seen the condition of those Yummy?" Baluba raised her eyes. "They are locking up their desires and only seeking the little benefits that are leaked out. In that situation, those Yummy will still be the same in another ten years."

“But there are dangers here too.”

"That's their own desire. If that happens, they will only pay for their own actions," Baluba put down her coffee and crossed her fingers on her knees.

"Are you going to stop everyone from gambling on football because there's a good chance they'll end up penniless?"

"If I had the ability and opportunity," Red looked into Baluba's eyes and pushed the chair back, "I don't have the ability and opportunity to stop everyone from gambling on the ball, but I might be able to stop what's happening at the construction site right now."

After saying that, Red turned around and prepared to leave.

"Really? You are more special than I thought, but I am glad that you can say that." Baluba raised the corner of her mouth. "Then let me tell you a good news. You have got the chance to save countless people. Now as long as you nod, within one year——"

Red paused and slowly turned his head to look at Baluba.

"There won't be a Gurongi killing game."

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"boom--"

"Bang-"

"Click——"

The rising and falling sounds echoed in the empty building. Yummy, born out of desire, did not have much intelligence. They did not know how to use tools, nor did they know what efficiency was. They just raised their fists and smashed at the contractor's car.

But a car is a car after all. Unlike other fragile objects in life, after smashing it for a long time, Yummy only smashed the window and rearview mirror and dented the roof. It did not cause much fatal damage to the car itself. As long as it was towed to the auto repair shop for refurbishment, it would be as good as new again.

Of course, having said that, the contractor's face was still very ugly. No matter who it was, it was impossible for him to accept his car being smashed like this in front of him.

The workers who noticed the contractor's expression immediately pushed a cart full of O coins in front of him. The contractor's expression improved a little when he saw the coins sparkling in the cart. However, before the contractor could count the O coins, a sharp and distorted sound was heard. A Yummy punched through the hood of the car with unknown strength. That place was the engine of the car.

This is one step closer to being scrapped.

Bao Gongtou immediately turned his head and looked fiercely at the worker behind Yummy who was causing his car to depreciate further, "You have always wanted to do this, right?"

The worker's mouth twitched fiercely and he shook his head quickly, but he only dared to shake his head and did not dare to argue.

This Yummy came from his desire. He did it because he wanted to. In fact, he really felt good when Yummy blew up the engine of the contractor's car just now.

"You think I'm a--never mind... This way the production of O coins will also increase, so don't stop."

The contractor took a deep breath, turned around and waved his hand magnanimously.

It’s not that the contractor has really thought it through, but if he gets really angry with this worker, the other workers will feel resentful. He still hopes that Yummy, who was born from the desires of these workers, will earn him O coins.

With the contractor's permission, the workers felt more at ease and worked harder, but they did not notice that Yummy's movements, inspired by their desires, also began to become more vigorous and flexible, and the chains wrapped around their bodies were tightened to the limit and began to tremble slightly, as if they could break at any time.

Listening to the twisting sound of metal deformation coming from behind him, the contractor began to comfort himself.

"It's okay, it's all investment. No matter how much you invest now, you will be able to get more back later."

As soon as the contractor finished speaking, a voice came from the stairs.

"Is that really the case? It would take at least ten years to privately mint O coins. If it involves the question of who made Yummy... then it's not just a matter of a few years in prison. Of course, it would be fine if it wasn't exposed..."

Asano walked out slowly with his hands behind his back, glanced at the situation and smiled contemptuously.

"But unfortunately, the god of luck did not favor you, but..."

Looking at the contractor with a stiff expression in front of him, Asano raised his chin.

"I patronized you."

"What do you want us to do?" The contractor swallowed hard. He could see that Asano was not someone he could afford to offend.

"It's a simple matter. Send the monster back to where he belongs."

Chapter 25: Deadline is one year, target is one million!

Gurongi killing game.

[S·L] The most terrifying disaster with the widest impact. Even countries cannot embellish it in their propaganda, because there is no helplessness in Gurongi's killing. They use killing to prove their strength.

Natural disasters can be big or small, and the damage caused by Gurongi groups varies greatly depending on the group the Gurongi belongs to.

A low-level Gurongi may only kill a dozen people in a killing game, which is an event that need not be taken seriously at all. However, with the entry of high-level groups, the scale of the event and the death toll continue to soar. Fortunately, although the Gurongi are like bloodthirsty madmen, they strictly abide by the rules of the killing game and even impose restrictions on themselves. It is for this reason that the official calls the Gurongi killing game a disaster with an extremely small probability of encountering.

But this cannot conceal the horrific nature of the Gurongi killing game.

Precisely because of the extremely strict adherence to the rules, once the Gurongi starts the killing game, there is no other way except to kill the Gurongi who is currently playing the game. Killing the Gurongi who is currently playing the killing game will only speed up the next Gurongi to start the game. Unless all the Gurongis are eliminated, the Gurongi killing game will never end.

Moreover, there is no stagnation time in the Gurongi killing game. As soon as the previous game ends, the next game will begin.

This is what Red learned about the Gurongi Killing Game.

Regardless of how to do it, if I could stop the Gurongi killing game for a year...

Red sat back and looked into Baluba's eyes. "I don't think you're joking, but I don't understand."

"What do you think of the Gurongi killing game?" Baluba crossed her arms under her chest and tapped her arms lightly with her fingers. "Don't worry about it."

"Son of a bitch."