Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

The girl seemed terrified.

However, looking around, there were human corpses hanging everywhere. Anyone who found such a scene would probably be terrified.

After all, even the most villainous sodium chloride has only been seen in two different dimensions of hell.

One is used by demons to extract energy, and the other is used by a gang of thugs in a technological plane to make money. What does this place count for?

So the girl was terrified.

However, the girl was somewhat... resistant.

For some reason, my inner irritability has increased rather than decreased.

Dislike, resentment, unease—all sorts of negative emotions surged forth.

People are always like this.

Even though something pointed out the problem, people feel resentful and hate that someone would point out their inner thoughts.

People always hate having their inner thoughts completely exposed, even when they don't want to face them.

They feel uneasy and angry when their thoughts are exposed.

So...

I hate children.

Seeing that her sister's expression was not quite right, Yelena became even more uneasy.

It's like a child who has nowhere else to turn, finally sees their family, only to find that they seem to be arguing.

That's not what a desperate person wants to see.

"elder sister···?"

However, the older sister suddenly raised her hand.

Is my sister angry?

They must be very angry, rushing over here suddenly when they seemed to have other things to do that evening.

But I have to rush back.

"Woo!!"

Thinking her sister was about to hit her, the girl quickly closed her eyes and lowered her head.

But the lesson I had imagined did not come to pass.

All that came was a warm, rubbing sensation on my hair.

"elder sister?"

"Are you anxious?"

The girl remained unchanged, her expression unchanging, merely stroking the girl's head and awkwardly comforting her.

"Waaaaah... Sister... Waaaaaah!!!"

The girl cried and threw herself into her sister's arms.

Sodium chloride also suppressed Yelena's inner turmoil and comforted her.

In the factory filled with the stench of blood, two girls, one big and one small, were embracing each other, as if in the final scene of a horror movie, where the power of love ultimately triumphed over the devil.

However, in reality, it's more like a film about the bizarre.

The monster transformed into the older sister, who then looked after her younger sister, and then everything came to an abrupt end.

No one knows whether it's a monster that has turned into the older sister, or a monster that has turned into the older sister.

no one knows.

They didn't even know about sodium chloride.

Let's go...

"Take the girl's hand," said Sodium Chloride.

"It's getting dark, we should go back."

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Along the way, the girl clung anxiously to her older sister.

Because the scene outside the door was a bit too stimulating.

Blood plasma, like red dye splashed on a wall, stained everything in sight with its crimson color.

Chunks of flesh, torn to pieces and stuck to the blood plasma, were all sorts of bloody, mangled flesh that were no longer recognizable.

There are countless incomplete, fragmented, and grotesque corpses with sunken back heads and protruding faces, filled with grotesque and malicious intent.

Even the most deranged serial killer cannot call it art.

This is simply violence; those who vent their violence have perfectly interpreted its meaning.

Extreme violence.

It was almost as horrific as a car accident scene caused by a road roller.

The girl knew her older sister was very strong.

She was incredibly strong, so strong that she didn't even know how close her sister's level was to hers.

After all, even her fighting skills were taught to her by her older sister.

She's clearly a doctor.

Or perhaps my sister has some unimaginable past.

But one thing is certain: even though the bloody scene was orchestrated by her sister, she still clung tightly to her sister.

Even though it sends chills down her spine, Yelena clearly recognizes that her sister is very strong.

But he never showed any malice towards her, towards Yelena, this little girl.

This was also her only remaining family member.

Even though the two are not related by blood and have known each other for less than a year.

A large, fair hand grasped a small hand as they walked out of the bloody factory.

Sodium chloride could have found a better, "cleaner" route.

For example, carrying a girl and falling directly from the second floor to the first floor might seem unconventional, but for sodium chloride, it's a perfectly normal route.

However, she did not choose that option. Instead, she openly led the girl out through the route she had used to break in.

The carnage was laid bare, as if revealing the true nature of sodium chloride to the girl.

Cold-blooded and full of murderous intent.

They were even cold-blooded, with the stench of blood lingering in their taste buds.

There were better ways, but she chose this one anyway.

It seemed to be because of that unprovoked anger.

She is not as beautiful as the angels in fairy tales.

It has nothing to do with the word "beautiful" because its hands are stained with blood.

Is it scary? It's very scary.

However, the girl snuggled even closer.

Perhaps it's because clear understanding gives people a sense of realistic reassurance.

Simply because she never hurt Yelena.

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Normally: I'm so done, seriously. When it's time to release a new chapter, I just can't take it anymore. Clicking on the author backend keeps making me log in. Damn it, I don't have a regular account, I only have the author backend account. Damn it, even clicking on recharge doesn't do anything. It's really weird.

I'm so upset, really, my head is killing me. Ever since I started posting on a different platform these past few days, I've been having all sorts of network problems.

Hedgehog Cat's servers are just as bad as Ubisoft's.

I almost couldn't upload this one.

That scared me to death!

Then recently I saw a message from Chengzi saying that you need to guarantee updates to get future recommendation slots. If you don't get more than 500 views on the first day of the trial, you basically have no chance. I looked at the previous results, and they seem okay. I remember getting more than 500 views.

The future is promising, the future is promising, *sobs*

Section 49, Chapter Forty-Nine: The Bear and the Snake

"You blue hats really do arrive quickly."

In the early morning, red and blue warning lights flashed at the narrow street intersection.

Members of the Royal Guard Mobile Unit are setting up a cordon to completely block off this narrow path.

Meanwhile, the squad leader of the mobile unit was writing something down in a notebook.

"You're the one who called the police?"

"What's going on, officer? I haven't deleted my call logs yet, do you want to take a look?"

The vendor, with a fierce expression, held up his phone, his impatience written all over his face.

"Hey you, show some respect! You're talking to a police officer!"

"I still have business to do, it's very troublesome, sir. Please deal with it quickly."

The police officer who was questioning the vendor seemed to have a bad temper, and he started to try to find out the vendor's identity.

With a fierce look, despite being dressed as a street vendor, he had the face of a gang leader.

He doesn't look like a good person at all.

"Enough with the nonsense, come with me to the police station for questioning!"

The police officers were quite decisive. "You want to do business? Then I'll drag you there." This tactic works very well in the streets and alleys.

However, it does have a slightly bullying feel to it.

"Officer, you can't be unreasonable."

Just as the vendors were about to get into a fight with the police, a hand blocked their way.

“Jie, I’ll talk to him.”

It was a woman's voice.

However, when the police officers looked in the direction from which the sound came, they were so startled by the tall figure that they took two steps back!

That was a demon woman!

With long green hair and a black motorcycle jacket that accentuated her tall and beautiful figure, the oni woman wore sports arm sleeves covered in tattoo-like patterns.

The motorcycle pants and the black motorcycle parked on the street indicated that she had just arrived.

Her attire, like the city itself, is vibrant and full of energy, yet it also carries the local culture of immigrants.

And it is as ferocious as a ghost.

Because the woman in front of them, named Hoshiguma, is a member of the yakuza.

"You...you are..."

"I am the one in charge."

The officer was startled by the man's height of 1.9 meters, but he quickly calmed down.

"You? I'm looking for the person who called the police. What's it to you?"

"Because that's the rule here."

ha?!"

Never heard of such a rule! Is it something the police haven't heard of?!

However, a familiar voice soon rang out behind them.