Knight Asylum

"Haven't humans done similar things before? Witch hunts, expeditions, cutting off enemy heads in exchange for military merits," Baluba was not angry, but turned her head to look across the street.

"So now humans don't do this kind of thing anymore."

"What about hunting wild animals?"

Reid was silent for a while and then sighed helplessly, "So they are called bad people and despised by most people."

"I remember... you humans have a lot of movies with killers as the protagonists. They seem to be very popular because of the exhilarating killing spree," Baluba smiled. "What do you think?"

"Um... Miss Baruba, I must emphasize that our love for watching movies like that does not conflict with our desire to kill people like that," Red pinched his nose and complained, "If you're here to debate with me to justify your killing game, I advise you to give it a try, and..."

Red paused and then leaned forward.

"You have been playing the killing game for more than a decade. Don't tell me that you need an ordinary human like me to confirm your legitimacy at this point."

"You're angry?"

"Any normal person would be angry, right?" Red's shoulders slumped, and he leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So? Why would the referee of the killing game suddenly want to stop the killing game?"

"Originally, Kikiru, or what you humans call the killing game, could not have lasted for so many years. This is a sacred and solemn ceremony to select the strongest. If all the Gurongis who participate in the game fail to complete the game within the specified game time, they will be completely killed by the explosion of the magic stone in their bodies, and... the position of the strongest is always temporary. As long as there are Gurongis alive, Kikiru will start again."

Balala opened her left hand toward Reid, showing the strangely shaped ring on her ring finger.

"This is the key to start the countdown, but... I haven't used this key for more than ten years. Why do you think that is?"

Reid frowned.

A ceremony to select the strongest.

As long as there is a Gurongi alive, the position of the strongest will always be temporary, and Kikiru will be activated again.

A key that has not been used for over ten years, cutting off Gurongi's escape route to the game.

originally……

"You...or your group, Ra's group, want to avoid Gurongi's death as much as possible."

"That's right. If we really follow the original Kikiru, in three months at most, the Gurongi will be transformed from a tribe into a name. Times... have changed," Baluba sighed. "In such a world, our sacred Kikiru has become a stupid act of self-destruction. Our self-confidence and honor have even become the topic of conversation for other weirdos after dinner."

Red held his chin in thought for a while and then asked tentatively, "So, you want to first make the Gurongi race so strong that other monsters dare not point fingers at you, or even... rule over other monsters, and then start Kikiru again?"

"No one wants to be the king or the minister of a fallen country, right?" Baluba smiled. "Besides, helping us to strengthen the Gurongi race will also be of great benefit to you humans?"

"benefit?"

"Yes, it is a huge benefit. The Kikiru that is currently in progress was revised and drafted by our La Group. Not only has the death penalty been cancelled, but it has also been changed to a point accumulation system. As long as the points accumulate to a certain amount, you can be promoted to a higher-level group. Killing a human can only get one point, while killing Ophiino and the Yagui tribe will get at least ten points. When most of the Gurongi are playing the killing game, they are more willing to kill monsters than humans. There are even many Gurongi who think that it is a shame to choose to kill people when there are so many powerful and valuable monsters to kill."

Is that why the Gurongi Killing Game is called an extremely low probability event?

Now Red understood what the great benefit that Baluba was talking about was. To put it simply, it was to drive the tiger to devour the wolf. The La Group wanted to continue the Gurongi clan and re-carry out the sacred Kikiru. To do this, they must strengthen the Gurongi Group to curb other monsters. In this process, humans can be indirectly protected.

As for Gurongi becoming stronger and overwhelming other monsters, and starting Kikiru again... there are even more monsters in [S·L] than humans. Among them are horrible monsters that can beat Gurongi. God knows how strong Gurongi will become. During this time, humans don't have to worry about Gurongi's killing game, and the pressure from other monsters will also be reduced. The only thing they need to worry about is being involved in the conflict between Gurongi and other monsters, and humans... won't just eat and wait to die.

But there is a crucial problem here.

"Kikiru has been going on for more than ten years without any interruption. It is impossible to stop just like that. Even your La Group can't do it. Why can you do it with my help?" Reid narrowed his eyes.

"We, the La Group, are only referees, not organizers of Kikiru. Kikiru is organized by the Gurongis' faith, but there is no reasonable way to prevent future Gurongis from playing Kikiru games."

Baluba raised her hand, placed something on the table and pushed it in Red's direction.

Reid's eyes moved down to the items placed in the center of the table.

This is an ancient armband that looks like it was taken out from a museum, with nine magatama-shaped objects on it.

"As long as someone is performing Kikiru, according to the sacred rules of Kikiru, other Gurongi cannot start killing privately," said Baluba, with a deep light in her eyes.

Red's face changed, realizing what Baluba meant, "I am human."

"For us, you are Kuuga, and that's enough," Baluba changed her sitting position slowly, becoming more relaxed and lazy, "But the ordinary Kikiru game cannot deter other Gurongis, and the time limit is not enough to make the Gurongis want to expand their own tribe. Therefore, it will take at least a year. This is an unprecedented game length, so there must be an unprecedented goal."

Baluba's rosy, stiff lips opened slightly, and an alluring but piercing fragrance filled the air.

"The Kikiru you're going to play is... the million-dollar game."

"Within a year, it took more than a million lives!"

Reid's pupils shrank sharply, he stood up suddenly, raised his fist and slammed it heavily on the table, the arm ring bounced up and down, the excited emotion passed through Reid's body like an electric current, and Yaguru hidden in his body emerged under the stimulation of this emotion and lit up.

"This isn't funny. Why, I'm going to take the lives of a million people just to keep your Gurongi going!"

"It doesn't have to be humans. Humans are just units. You can go kill monsters. This is [S·L] and there are monsters everywhere. And your identity... can reasonably kill monsters."

Looking at the belt appearing around Reid's waist, Baluba's rosy red pupils trembled slightly and her breathing became heavier.

"I...refuse!"

Red loosened his fist on the table, and Aguru disappeared little by little.

Baluba was stunned, her face full of confusion, "Why? I didn't ask you to kill people, but to kill monsters."

"I... haven't figured it out yet, but I'm sure of one thing. I shouldn't compromise with you. I'm leaving."

As soon as Red turned around, he heard Baluba's increasingly cold and threatening voice.

"Kikiru... Is it okay for the Gurongi killing game you guys are talking about to continue? Soon, a new Gurongi will start the game."

Red took a deep breath. His blurry figure was reflected in the shop window across the street. A car drove past and only the blurry figure of Kuuga with black eyes was left in the window. Red raised his hand and waved without even turning his head.

"I will fight, no matter what the cost."

Looking at Red's departing back, the stern-faced Baluba suddenly smiled, sat back and continued to drink her coffee leisurely. A gust of wind blew, and a man wearing a hat and a white scarf covering half of his face sat opposite Baluba.

"Failed?"

"Just as expected," Baluba took a sip of coffee, feeling the bitterness and aroma in her mouth, "No rush."

Chapter 26: Even my father never hit me like this!

Red walked on the road, looking left and right at the pedestrians on the road. His mind was in a mess. It seemed that he should accept Baluba's armband.

As long as he agrees to Baluba's million-dollar game, there will be no Gurongi playing the killing game for at least a year. He can also pretend to obey and agree to the million-dollar game but actually do what he should do. There is no so-called penalty for failure anyway, but he just can't nod his head.

He was sure that when he nodded, the world before his eyes changed.

The bottom line cannot just be followed, it must be respected, and never approached with a frivolous and overconfident attitude.

"Ah...what am I worrying about? Even if I agree, they may not keep their promise," Red scratched the back of his head and decided not to think about it anymore.

Just then several workers rushed out from the construction site, looked around and found Red. They looked at each other, rubbed each other's hands vigorously, rushed to Red, grabbed Red's arm, and wailed with tears and snot.

"Help, help!"

"Come on, something big happened!"

At first glance, Red recognized that the few people who seemed to have grabbed anyone as a life-saving straw were the workers who were playing cards in the building under construction that he had sneaked into, and they were also the ones who drove him away.

When Red heard the workers calling for help, he immediately thought of what Baluba said about Yummy's transformation.

Apparently something happened during the time he was talking to Baluba, causing the locked Yummy to transform and start attacking people.

"You go first!"

Without thinking, Red turned around and rushed towards the building.

The workers didn't expect Red to be so decisive. After a moment of silence, they showed a smug smile as if their plan had succeeded. They didn't notice that behind them, a vending machine manufactured by Hongshang Fund was facing them. Although there was no one nearby, the vending machine started to operate, and cans of red cans rolled into the delivery warehouse.

Before rushing into the building, Red heard cries for help like those of a pig being slaughtered. Anxious, Red rushed up immediately, but when he reached the floor where he had seen Yummy before, the cries for help stopped abruptly. Red's heart tightened, thinking that the person calling for help had been killed. But when he rushed out of the corridor, he didn't see anyone, only a few Yummies knocking on a car that could no longer be recognized.

The car...is calling for help?

Before Red could sort out his thoughts, he felt two strong gusts of wind behind his ears. His body suddenly lunged forward, but he was still a step too late. Two steel pipes hit Red's back heavily. The pain like a burning flame spread instantly. Red screamed in pain, lost his balance, rolled on the ground, and struggled to get up and look over.

On both sides of the corridor exit, two workers were holding steel pipes and looking at him guiltily.

In a hidden corner, Asano's female companion, who was secretly observing all this, hesitated for a moment, turned her eyes away, and pressed her hair on the headphones with her left hand.

"Director, someone is here."

Asano, who was sitting in the stretched Lincoln sedan, shook his head slowly and raised his right hand. The new, younger woman immediately handed him the champagne with a flattering smile.

"Need me to remind you what to do? Take pictures of things."

Asano's female companion had a somewhat stiff expression on her face, and whispered, "Is there really no problem? President Hongshang..."

She just wanted to make a living, she worshipped money, but she never thought of helping the evil to kill or beat people. But she went too far in seeking a living, and worshipped money so much that she couldn't just leave. She didn't dare to disobey Asano, the director of the public relations department of Selvi Turia, and could only bring up the name of Mitsuo Hongo in the hope that Asano would think twice, but she was overthinking.

"Shut up! Do you think that I, the director of Servi Turia's public relations department, can't be compared to a monster? Do you know how much I have contributed to Servi Turia and its sponsors over the years?"

"I, that's not what I meant..." Asano's female companion panicked, and the bruises on her face began to hurt again.

"Then shut up and do what you should do! Don't forget who you rely on to live such a comfortable life."

Asano hung up the phone right after saying that. The new female companion was very perceptive and pulled up her skirt, and leaned against Asano's body. "Director, don't let this coward with unclear stance affect your mood. Your plan is foolproof."

"Of course," Asano smiled confidently.

He didn't believe that Mitsuo Hongo would value Red. At most, he was just a little interested in testing Red's ability through this matter.

Now, either Red is beaten to hemiplegia by those workers, or Red loses control and kills everyone. No matter the former or the latter, Red is finished. From his personal point of view, he hopes that Red will be beaten to hemiplegia, so that he will feel very good. Being beaten to hemiplegia and writhing on the ground like a worm is the ending that a person like Red should have. Mitsuo Hongo will also change his opinion of him and think that he should be the person to meet.

But logically, it's more likely that Red went berserk and killed everyone.

This is also good. If Red really goes berserk and kills everyone, then even if U comes forward to protect Red, he will still be permanently detained.

"How can a disgusting monster walk openly on the street?" Asano's smile gradually became cold and distorted.

Asano's female companion didn't expect Asano to hang up the phone so abruptly. She opened her mouth, took out her cell phone, and tremblingly clicked on the camera function.

"It's a cough—what does it mean?"

"You are a weirdo, right? A weirdo sneaked into our project. What do you mean?" The contractor wearing a red hard hat walked out of the darkness and pointed the steel pipe in his hand at Reid. "Do you want to confirm our security and then kill all of us?"

"Huh?" Red was stunned, totally not understanding why the contractor said that.

It was the contractor who broke the law, and he came to find out how the contractor broke the law. How come the contractor said he was here to scout and kill people? Why did he kill these workers?

"Brothers, come on! We are defending ourselves!"

At the contractor's command, several workers rushed towards Red, holding steel bars and screaming.

Reid's head turned quickly to take in everyone's actions. He took a step forward and punched the worker in front of him in the face. He caught the steel pipe in the worker's hand with his left hand, clenched it and pulled it, then turned around and bumped into another worker's arms. He raised his elbow to knock the worker's arm up. The steel pipe in his hand slid along the worker's cuffs, through his back and to another piece of clothing, like an embroidery needle in the hands of a loving mother. Before the worker could react, his hands were caught like clothes on a hanger.

"Hey - what the hell is this! Let me go!"

In response to the worker's cries, Red kicked the worker on the knee. The worker, who was unable to keep his balance, fell to the ground with a thud. Because his hands were forcibly stretched straight by the steel pipe, he was unable to stand up on his own.

The others, who had not expected this to happen, took a step back with their steel pipes in hand.

"Hey, do you know what you are doing? This is not a Hollywood action movie. If these things fall, people will die." Red pressed his shoulder with his right hand and twisted it up and down. "Huh? What are you looking at? You don't think I will be pinned to the ground and beaten with sticks by you."

Red glanced at Yummy who was still smashing the car.

"I don't know what you are doing? But... now, you are doing something very dangerous."

The contractor took a step back and his heel stepped on something. He looked down and saw that it was an O coin, probably missed during the previous mining. The contractor turned his head to look at his car that had been smashed to pieces, and remembered Asano's threat, and clenched his fists.

"He's just pretending! Do it! We have more people!"

In order to boost morale, the contractor rushed towards Red with a steel pipe in his hand. Led by the contractor, the other workers shook their legs and immediately rushed towards Red with shouts. They did not notice that the Yummy movements that were inspired by their desires paused, and the bodies wrapped in white bandages bulged like cocoons, as if something wanted to break out of the cocoon.

"I'm not good at fighting."

Red's face was full of helplessness. He raised his foot and hooked and kicked. The worker who was trapped by the steel pipe and unable to get up by himself was kicked up like a scarecrow. He suddenly pounced on the workers who were rushing over. The workers who were afraid of being hit subconsciously paused. The worker who was trapped by the steel pipe closed his eyes tightly as he watched the ground getting closer and closer, but the expected pain did not come. The worker tentatively opened his eyes and found that the ground was only a dozen centimeters away from his nose. Turning his head, he saw Red's right hand grabbing the back of his collar.

The worker showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and Red smiled slightly, loosened his right hand, grabbed the worker's belt with his left hand and pulled it hard. The black belt was swung out like a whip, and a few snaps left a red mark on the face of the contractor and others.

The contractor glared at me and said, "Even my father never hit me like this!"

"I think your father would definitely beat you if he knew what you did."

Chapter 27: Desire to Break Out of the Cocoon

Her name is Sanada.

Born in an ordinary family, she had no adventures and no sad past, so she could not be a good person with strong will, nor a cruel and vicious bad person. She was whatever others said she was, but that did not mean she had never thought about becoming a good person who would help others when she saw injustice. She still remembered the action movies she had watched in her childhood. No matter how many people came, the protagonist would always beat up everyone in the end and leave in style.

When she grew up and re-watched those movies, her wish changed from hoping to be the protagonist to at least not becoming one of those who aid and abet the evil, even if she was just an unlucky passerby who was affected and only appeared in two or three shots.

"Ouch--"

"Oh……"

"my stomach……"

"No more fighting, no more fighting—"

The workers, who were originally in a state of rage, fell to the ground in different poses. Some had their buttocks stuffed into an empty concrete mixer, wailing as they were spun around in the mixer. If no one helped, they would probably be spun around for the entire day. Some were tied up with belts in a Zen-like posture, and some lay on the ground with their heads covered by clothes, motionless. In the middle of them, Red was gasping for breath and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.