I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for cute girls.

Xianxun⒏Ⅰ⒋Jiuling⒢ Wife and uncle

The subtext of the Sword Saintess is also quite obvious.

[American Scythe]: Huh? What's with all you guys being so free? I'm studying! I have that damn theory exam later! So annoying!

[Flower Pillar]: Hehe, Miss W, you should also study hard. I was helping take care of the wounded at the Butterfly Mansion, and I only just had a moment to spare. Welcome to the two new sisters.

【Marin】: Oh yeah! Newbie here! Why aren't you saying anything? Come on out and say something! Let's get to know each other!

Kitagawa Kaimu's news was like a depth charge, instantly breaking the silence of the two who had been diving.

After a brief silence, a cold profile picture lit up.

【The Crimson Executioner】: Akame. A member of Night Raid, an assassin.

The introduction is concise and to the point.

Immediately afterwards, another golden icon lit up.

【Sword Maiden】: Ais Wallenstein. Loki Familia member, adventurer.

It was also an extremely brief self-introduction, sparing with words.

[Weather Forecast]: I know you guys.

[Weather Forecast]: Akame, a former member of the Empire's elite assassination squad, the "Elite Seven," fled because she couldn't accept the Empire's darkness and joined the secret organization [NightRaid]. Her Imperial Arm is "Murasame," a cursed sword that inflicts an incurable poison upon contact with the target. You also have a younger sister named Kurome, right? She should be your enemy now.

Gu Ye didn't stop and continued sending messages.

【Qian Xun】/①④九0⑨㈧

[Weather Forecast]: Also, there's Ais Wallenstein, Orario's "Sword Princess," Loki's ace, a top adventurer at Lv.5. Your mother is a fairy, your father is an ancient hero, and your lifelong goal is to become stronger and then defeat the black dragon that destroyed your homeland.

A few seconds later, Akame's avatar lit up again, this time with an undisguised sharp killing intent in her speech.

[The Executioner in Red]: Who are you? How do you know all this? Are you spying on me?

Although Ais didn't speak, Gu Ye could imagine that she must be filled with scrutiny and vigilance at this moment.

Just as the atmosphere was about to reach freezing point, Mei immediately stepped forward.

[Herrscher of Food]: Miss Akame, Miss Ais, please don't misunderstand! Gu Yejun has no ill intentions! Things may be a little hard to understand, but please believe us.

[Herrscher of Food]: All of us, including you, in our original world, were probably just... characters in a story. Like in a comic or a game. And Gu Yejun just happened to... have read about your "story".

[Herrscher of Food]: But please remember, from the moment you joined this chat group, the trajectory of your destiny has already changed. You are no longer characters in a story with a predetermined ending, but living, breathing people capable of creating your own future.

Mei's explanation, though seemingly absurd, successfully eased Akame's hostility somewhat.

At this moment, the Sword Saintess also sent a message. Her words were filled with blind reverence for Gu Ye, but they also had an unexpected assisting effect.

【Sword Saintess】: My two sisters, you are lucky to have been chosen to join this chat group, because you have been given the opportunity to change your destiny. But from another perspective, you are also unfortunate, because this proves that your original future may have been full of hardships and tragedies.

[Sword Saintess]: Since Lord Gu Ye knows everything, this is guidance bestowed upon you by the gods. Why not let him reveal your future destiny? Knowing the future's course will allow you to better avoid misfortune, won't it?

Chapter 114 Since you've said that, you'll definitely make sure Sakura is fully plied with water.

The moment the Sword Saintess finished her sacred and fatalistic speech, Akame's avatar lit up, her cold words revealing an undeniable urgency.

[The one who was executed in red]: What do you know?

[Weather Forecast]: Don't worry, wait until tonight. I'm still in class now. After school, I'll write down your "story" in its entirety.

Instead of immediately satisfying the other person's curiosity, he changed the subject.

[Weather Forecast]: However, I can tell you the ending first. Of all the members of your Night Raid, only you and your leader Najendan survived.

[Weather Forecast]: But that's just a temporary reprieve. You've become completely entangled in the curse due to overuse of Murasame's secret techniques; and Najenda has exhausted her life force by using the Imperial Arms multiple times. Both of you are nearing the end.

After this message was sent, Akame's avatar went completely silent.

Gu Ye knew how impactful these words were to an assassin who considered his comrades as family.

At that moment, her heart must have been in turmoil.

However, this heavy silence was soon broken by a dissatisfied complaint, initiated by a vibrant and sexy female model.

【Marin】: Hey, hey, hey! Gu Yejun! Isn't tonight our agreed-upon game time?! You're going to meddle with the newbies again! I wanted you to help me take new cosplay photos!

The "game time" and "cosplay photo shoot" she mentioned were naturally unspoken, intimate codes between the two.

[Weather Forecast]: Don't worry, this won't interfere with our game time.

Gu Ye's reply also carried a double meaning, like soothing a kitten about to get angry.

【Marin】: Hmph! That's more like it! I'm warning you, if I find out you're not taking the game seriously, I'll be super—angry! The consequences will be severe!

The message ended with an angry rabbit emoji waving its little fist, which seemed more like a pout than a warning.

[Weather Forecast]: We will do our best.

After sending the message, Gu Ye put away his phone.

He knew tonight would be a busy night.

As soon as the school bell rang in the afternoon, Kitagawa Kaimu packed her schoolbag at top speed and was the first to rush out of the classroom, blocking Gu Ye's doorstep.

"Let's go! Gu Yejun! Hurry up! Game time is over!"

She completely ignored the curious glances from passersby, grabbed Gu Ye's arm and pulled him into the house, her eagerness making it seem as if the game server would shut down if she delayed even a second.

As soon as he entered the room, Gu Ye didn't even have time to change out of his school uniform before Hai Meng pulled him to summon the Thousand Realms One Vehicle.

The black and gold train engine was quietly parked on the floor of the room. The doors slid open, and the private entertainment compartment for the two of them was ready.

A huge screen, comfortable sofas, and the latest gaming equipment are all available.

"This time we're playing a new fighting game! The loser has to take off their clothes!"

As soon as Hai Meng sat down on the sofa, she excitedly announced that she had chosen the iconic high-slit flag for herself, the female fighter with her hair in a topknot. She shoved the game controller into Gu Ye's hand and then skillfully selected the female fighter with the iconic high-slit flag and her hair in a topknot.

She also transformed into the appearance of that girl.

Intense fighting sounds soon filled the carriage. On the screen, the female fighter's long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, unleashed a series of elegant yet deadly combos.

"Hahaha! Behold my Wind-Breaking Blade!"

Hai Meng shouted out the names of the moves while frantically pressing the controller, her whole body swaying from side to side with the character's movements. "Why aren't you fighting back! Get serious!"

Gu Ye controlled his character, only symbolically engaging in defense and evasion. Most of his attention was focused on something else.

Beside him, a weather forecast was suspended in mid-air, its hands seemingly possessing a physical form, typing at an extremely high speed in front of a computer.

Lines of text rapidly generated on the virtual screen in front of it; it was a family-friendly story called "Akame ga Kill!"

The screen's light illuminated Gu Ye's calm profile. He effortlessly countered Hai Meng's relentless attacks in the game while simultaneously organizing all the fragmented memories about Akame in his mind, then using "Weather Forecast" to translate them into precise text. The entire process flowed smoothly, without the slightest hesitation.

Three hours later, a huge "KO." appeared on the screen.

"Huh... I'm exhausted..."

Kitagawa Kaimu threw down the controller and slumped onto the sofa like a boneless cat, her long hair falling loosely to one side, her cheeks flushed with a cute blush from excitement and exhaustion. "I'm done playing, that's enough for today."

At the same time, the "weather forecast" beside Gu Ye also reached its final period. On the virtual screen in front of it, a document of tens of thousands of words had been completed. The figure of the avatar then turned into mist and dissipated into the air.

Gu Ye entered the chat and sent the document he had just organized to Chi Tong via private message.

[Weather Forecast]: This is your "story," Akame. From the moment you met Tatsumi to the final battle against Esdeath, all your experiences and those of your companions are contained within.

[Weather Forecast]: Whether or not to share this document in the group so that everyone can see it is up to you.

After finishing all this, he turned his head and looked at Hai Meng, who was lying on the sofa cleaning up. He reached out and gently pinched her soft cheek.

"You don't even know how to give way to others."

Hai Meng complained briefly, then immediately flashed a sweet smile.

She was very satisfied tonight.

……

Inside the stronghold raided at night, candlelight cast flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Akame sat alone on the cold stone bench, staring blankly at the chat group interface that appeared in front of her.

She didn't want to believe it.

The entire army was wiped out in a night raid? How could that be?

Big Brother, Hill, Lubbock, Mine... How could those vibrant faces, those family members who laughed together and fought side by side, meet such a tragic end?

This must be some kind of illusion, an enemy's conspiracy.

However, the documents contained detailed accounts of her past, secrets known only to her, deeply buried memories she had never shared with anyone, including her childhood with Kurohime, and even the inner struggle she experienced during her first assassination attempt. Unless someone had been monitoring her every moment since birth, it would be impossible for them to know such details.

When Akame saw the text describing how Brand entrusted the Teigu "Demon Possessed" to Tatsumi with a smile, when she saw Chelsea's head being displayed on a pole, when she saw Lubbock remaining steadfast under torture, when she saw Mine exhausting her life to save her... Akame's body trembled uncontrollably, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, and the heavy taste of blood filled her mouth.

She didn't cry; assassins aren't allowed to shed tears.

Tears will only blur your vision and affect the accuracy of your sword swings.

But the icy coldness and helplessness that surged from deep within her chest, almost tearing her apart, was more torturous than any form of torture.

The last page of the document freezes on her solitary figure, entangled by endless curses, walking towards the vast wilderness.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging emotions, her fingertips turning white from the effort.

She clicked on the chat group icon that had changed her life, found the profile picture named "Weather Forecast," and sent a message.

【The one executed in red】:@WeatherForecast, is there really no way to avoid this?

[The Red-Clad Executioners]: I don't want to see them die.

Akame's message was like a boulder thrown into a lake in the dead of night, instantly waking up all the group members who were still awake.

[Herrscher of Food]: Akame-chan? What happened?

【Sword Maiden】: Oh my god, is your future... so bad?

[American Scythe]: Huh? What happened? What did that guy named Gu Ye show you that you shouldn't have seen?

[Flower Pillar]: Akame-chan, don't rush, speak slowly. No matter what happens, we will always be with you.

Seeing the messages of concern that popped up rapidly on the screen, a faint warmth flowed through Akame's heart, which was almost frozen.

[Weather Forecast]: I only showed her her original destiny. The world Akame lives in is an empire that is utterly corrupt from its very core. Although it possesses weapons like guns and cannons, the development of its entire civilization has completely stagnated. The upper echelons are indulging in decadent lifestyles, ministers are manipulating power, the young king is treated as a puppet, and the entire country... has no chance of saving itself.

Gu Ye's explanation was concise, yet it outlined a despairing background.

Akame was silent for a moment. She glanced at the document's title and then pressed the "Share to Group" button.

She knew that if she wanted to get help, she had to let them know the whole truth.

[System notification: Group member "Red Executioner" has shared the file "Akame ga Kill!".]

After a brief silence, the group chat exploded.

【Marin】: This is outrageous! That minister named Ernest is a complete scumbag! And that Esdeath! How can there be such a perverted woman!

[Devil Muscle Rin]: Unbelievable... How can such a corrupt country, so utterly corrupt, still exist? The people are so pitiful.

[Herrscher of Food]: They...they are all heroes. They sacrificed themselves for their ideals; every single one of them is.

[Flower Column]: ...Truly, a group of pitiful children.

Seeing the indignant comments from the group members, Akame spoke up again.

[The Crimson Executioner]: I haven't met the boy named Tatsumi mentioned in the story yet. I'll keep an eye out for him. Also... may I show this file to Najenda? She's our leader.

[Weather Forecast]: It doesn't matter. If you really need help, we can come over.

[Those who are executed in red]: This is our own business.

Akame's reply carried the stubbornness unique to assassins.

This is the path they have chosen; they will personally end the darkness of this empire.

Akame's stubborn declaration of independence immediately drew merciless ridicule from a certain Sarkaz merciful soldier.

[American Scythe]: Oh, little girl, don't speak too confidently.

[American Scythe]: I've taken a quick look at the combat power level of your world. With just those few pieces of junk called "Imperial Arms"? Frankly, they're not enough.

【American Scythe】: Let alone that pervert Gu Ye, even if it were me, as long as I had enough explosives, blowing your so-called imperial capital into the sky would be a piece of cake.

Vishdel's words, though harsh, were incisive.