Manager, give me a membership card too!

"Yes, yes, that puts our minds at ease."

Hearing the almost blatant praise from the doctors in white coats behind him, the long-haired man known as Marcus showed no sign of joy.

In fact, he didn't want to leave the sealed room with its independent life support system and several meters of thick steel plates protecting it. Waiting for the rescuers to come and find him was the best course of action.

But for the sake of his future life, he had to risk leaving that place because he wasn't sure if the rescuers were on his side.

The thought of the experimental data stored on those computers made Marcus's face darken, as if water could drip from it. Any single piece of information from those machines could be sentenced to life imprisonment, and combined, it would be enough to completely destroy their entire faction.

Even if he leaves the base alive, he'll face eternal imprisonment or even the electric chair. Rather than suffer that fate, it's better to risk coming out and destroying the evidence. Even if he encounters those monsters, as long as he's 'faster' than these useless guys around him, he can still safely return to the secret room.

Marcus touched the pistol at his waist, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

The group continued to approach the control room. Looking at the corpses lying haphazardly along the way, several people in white coats couldn't help but show a look of shared sorrow.

"Tom, Colette, and old Bill are all dead. They were actually good people. Old Bill even treated me to donuts back then."

"I saw Martha's body. She always loved looking beautiful, but now she's become..."

"Ugh......"

They exchanged glances, and the group of doctors in white coats sighed in unison, their already low morale noticeably dampened.

Marcus, who had been walking at the front, grew increasingly impatient as he listened to the groans and sighs of the men behind him. Oblivious to the thick fog slowly dissipating around them, he loudly berated his subordinates.

"Enough! These people were merely making necessary sacrifices for the progress of all humanity. As long as we fully master that miraculous power, all the sacrifices will be worthwhile!"

Sensing their superior's displeasure, the officers in white coats shrank back and remained silent. However, another voice rang out at that moment.

“Oh, really? Then I wonder how far you are willing to sacrifice for the future of all mankind, Director James Marcus?”

"Who's there?!"

Upon hearing this completely unfamiliar voice, Marcus instinctively drew his pistol and pointed it at a shadowy spot directly in front of him. There, a tall man who had appeared out of nowhere was silently watching Marcus and his companions.

"Phineas Chaldea, the Human Order Preservation Agency, I wonder if Director Marcus has heard of it?"

“Phineas Chaldea…”

Marcus silently repeated the name, his face turning extremely grim. The worst-case scenario had occurred. As a special agency secretly established by the United States, Project Arrow was aimed at Chaldea, and many of its projects were specifically targeting Chaldea. The two sides were inherently adversaries.

To exaggerate a bit, even if it were the KGB who came to rescue him, it would be easier for Marcus to accept it than if it were the Chaldeans who came to rescue him, and it would be easier to handle the situation from beginning to end.

Marcus remained silent, while Rorschach slowly emerged from the shadows, coldly asking again:

“Answer my question, James Marcus. How far are you willing to sacrifice for this so-called future?”

Rorschach's icy tone made Marcus instinctively sense something was wrong. He raised the gun he had been lowering again, pointing it at the man in front of him.

"I'm warning you, don't come any closer! Otherwise, I will follow the law of no retreat and attack you!"

"The law?" Luo Xia's face was full of sarcasm upon hearing this.

"How dare someone like you bring up the law in front of me? What gives you the audacity to argue with me? Is it this little toy in your hand?"

Rorschach glanced disdainfully at the M1911 in Marcus's hand, and with a thought, the gun, which Marcus was holding tightly, broke free from his grasp under the influence of magnetism and flew out, disintegrating into countless parts in mid-air, scattering all over the ground with a crackling sound.

"Wait, let's talk this out..."

'Bang!'

Marcus was horrified upon witnessing Rorschach's abilities. But before he could finish speaking, Rorschach had already raised his Beretta M9, ​​stained with crimson blood, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Screaming as he clutched his right hand, now bearing a gaping hole, Marcus knelt on the ground in agony, unable to recover for a long time.

"Does it hurt? Those people you locked in the lab suffered a thousand times more than that. Did you ever care whether they felt pain back then?"

'boom! '

The Beretta M9's muzzle flashed again, and a spurt of blood spurted from Marcus's left shoulder. His left arm, which had been covering the wound on his right arm, fell limply to the side.

"This shot is for the civilians who died because of you."

"We can talk..."

Sweating profusely, Marcus tried to communicate with Rorschach, but Rorschach ignored him and instead pulled the trigger on Marcus's left leg.

'Bang!'

"This shot is for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives."

He silently turned the gun towards his right leg.

'boom! '

"This shot is for my innocent subordinates who died unjustly."

After shooting Marcus four times, crippling his limbs, Rorschach pointed the gun at the long-haired man's forehead and slowly tightened his grip on the barrel.

"There's only one bullet left in the magazine, it's almost like destiny. So, are you ready to face the innocent people you've killed, James Marcus?"

"Let me go! Everything I have is yours! I have money! I have lots and lots of money!"

"This shot..."

"For Chris Redfield."

'boom! '

A piercing roar echoed down the corridor, though everything fell silent once more.

After glancing at the Beretta M9 in his hand, whose magazine was now empty, Rorschach silently put it back into his storage space, returning it to its owner's side.

Having dealt with one of the main culprits responsible for the current mess, Rosanna's anger over the deaths of his subordinates dissipated considerably, and even his gaze towards the white-coated men behind Marcus became more benign.

"You are the researchers at this experimental facility, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, sir."

"Then, can you take me to see the 'door' you opened?"

“We’ll take you there right away, sir.”

Just as several white-coated lab coats, their limbs stiff with tension, were leading Rorschach around, another visitor arrived in this world through the gate that spanned the other side of time and space at the deepest part of this experimental base.

He had dark, shiny skin, wore a neat and well-fitting black suit, was slender and tall, and always had a cheerful and bright smile on his face.

Upon arriving in this world, the tall figure surveyed his surroundings with great interest, seemingly curious about everything. However, he quickly sensed the presence of something, raising his head to stare intently at the ceiling diagonally above him, as if he had discovered some extremely important treasure, his face filled with an expression of ecstatic joy.

Eagerly setting off, the black figure prepared to search for the treasure that held immense importance for it. However, before it had taken two steps, it saw its current appearance on a broken screen.

The black-clad figure frowned slightly, its expression revealing undisguised disdain. After a moment of contemplation, the figure seemed to remember something and spun around in place.

With a dim and indistinct light, the black figure vanished, replaced by a completely different appearance.

She was a beautiful young woman with an oriental charm. Her smooth, flowing black hair cascaded down her back and was gently held back by an elegantly shaped jade hairpin. Her curvaceous body was draped in a well-tailored black cheongsam, and her long, straight, slender legs were faintly visible beneath the cheongsam. Even her jade-like feet, clad in soft red cloth shoes, stirred the most primal voyeuristic desires in others.

But all of this perfection paled in comparison to another striking feature: the half of her face partially obscured by an exquisitely crafted folding fan. Even the revealed upper half of her face was breathtakingly beautiful, for there was simply no rival to it. It was perfection, uniqueness, an 'ultimate' beauty that neither men nor women could resist.

The cheongsam-clad beauty, now fully transformed, looked at her stunning and alluring figure with satisfaction. She gracefully turned to face the mirror (screen display), revealing a captivating smile on her cherry-colored lips, which were partially hidden by a folding fan.

"Wait for me, my little Master~ This time, I will definitely not let you escape again."

Chapter 387 I am the Chaos who always walks to your side with a smile on my face

Chapter 387 I am the Chaos who always walks to your side with a smile on my face

"Sir, we've arrived. This is the core laboratory of Project Arrow."

Pointing to a heavily scratched and damaged steel gate in the distance, several researchers in white lab coats cautiously watched the man beside them. If they had harbored any ulterior motives before, they were now completely obedient to Luo Xia's orders.

Few people who can work in a laboratory of this caliber are fools. The strange fog that kept its distance along the way, coupled with Luo Xia's ability to manipulate electricity at will, all reminded them that this man was not to be trifled with. They were better off not having any strange ideas, or they might not be able to leave this base alive.

Thinking of this, and seeing Luo Xia standing eagerly in front of the laboratory door, the several lab coats exchanged strange glances. One of the exceptionally intelligent lab coats shifted slightly and spoke with a hint of hesitation:

"Sir, I still feel it's best not to open this door. When the experiment failed, many monsters appeared, and everyone inside was killed. We barely managed to close this door, isolating most of the monsters. If we open it rashly..."

The man in the white coat had only spoken halfway when he noticed Luo Xialian's ambiguous smile beside him. Knowing he had incurred unfortunate consequences, he immediately shut his mouth and quietly retreated back into the crowd.

“The portal you opened is the source of everything. If that portal cannot be closed, the deaths of thousands of people will have been in vain. Whether it is out of Chaldea’s duty or for the sake of my fallen subordinates, this portal must be closed.”

With a firm tone, Luo Xia stated the purpose of his trip. His eyes were fixed on the gate in front of him, from which white mist was slowly emanating. He then waved his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning to the side.

The blazing golden lightning struck the access control system next to the gate precisely. The next moment, the alloy gate, which had been sealed for dozens of hours, slowly opened to both sides with a rumbling vibration, like the curtain being drawn back in a theater, revealing everything inside to Luo Xia and the others.

The first thing that came into view was billowing fog. Like carbon dioxide released on a stage, it poured out in a manner resembling flowing water, engulfing the several people in white coats.

Yes, the mist still carefully avoided Rorschach's location, as if he were some kind of monstrous beast.

However, Luo Xia couldn't care less about these things at this moment, because a figure that was completely unexpected appeared in front of him.

Looking at the purple-haired girl standing quietly in the sea of ​​mist, Luo Xia opened his mouth and uttered a name with difficulty.

"cherry?!"

“It’s me, Lord Rorschach.”

Hearing Luo Xia's call, the purple-haired girl's lips curled up slightly, and she slowly walked towards Luo Xia, her legs encased in smooth stockings.

The girl's steps were elegant and delicate, as if she were stepping to a wondrous drumbeat. She only took a few steps, but she had already covered a great distance. Like a weary bird returning to its nest, she rushed into Luo Xia's arms.

"I miss you so much, Lord Rorschach."

The familiar touch, the familiar smell, even the slightly tearful voice was exactly the same as when that child was sad.

But the girl in his arms wasn't Sakura; Rorschach was absolutely certain of that. He had always protected Sakura in the Type-Moon world, and he would go back to visit her every now and then. How could she possibly be in this world?

"Lord Rorschach has been away from home a lot lately, always busy and working. Sakura is so lonely at home all by herself, and she doesn't dare to bother Lord Rorschach, afraid of upsetting him. But Sakura, Sakura really, really misses you..."

The girl's slender arms tightly embraced Luo Xia's body, and the purple-haired 'Sakura' pressed her fair face against the man's chest, her face full of a reassuring expression. It was as if Luo Xia's embrace was the safest and warmest place in the world.

"Who...are you?"

Suppressing his instinct to soothe her, Luo Xia asked in a low voice. He had originally intended to push the woman away, but for some reason, Luo Xia couldn't feel any hostility towards this 'Sakura'. It was as if he knew deep down that the girl in his arms would never hurt him, that they were on the same side, that they were one of his own.

"Lord Rorschach, what are you talking about? I am Sakura."

When Luo Xia asked her question, the girl raised her head slightly, her cute and delicate face full of innocence, which made people feel a sense of pity and tenderness.

"Lord Rorschach, don't you recognize Sakura? Did I do something wrong?"

Seemingly sensing the man's resistance, the girl's clear eyes reddened slightly, and her gaze towards Luo Xia carried a hint of inferiority and resentment.

Even though he knew the girl in front of him wasn't his own well-behaved and sensible little girl, Luo Xia still felt a pang of heartache when he saw the disappointed look on that familiar little face.

This can't go on. Something's wrong with me. I have to regain control.

Composing himself, Luo Xia was about to turn away from the somewhat strange girl when he suddenly heard several familiar yet unfamiliar shrill screams behind him.

That voice? Is it from the survivors?

Upon recognizing the source of the screams, Luo Xia instinctively looked back and was surprised to find that the white-coated men who had been following him were now groaning in agony. Some were rolling on the ground, covering their ears; some were pounding their heads on the ground; some were biting their own limbs; and one was even extending two fingers and slowly poking them into his eyes, as if he wanted to blind himself.

Although he didn't know what had happened to these guys, Rorschach wasn't going to let them continue to harm themselves. These were all witnesses he had specifically left behind to thoroughly kill those who treated human life like dirt; they couldn't die in a place like this.

Pushing aside 'Sakura,' who was looking at him with curious eyes, Luo Xia quickly stepped in front of the group of people in white coats, waved his hand, and cast a holy green Belka triangle to begin healing their injuries.

However, Luo Xia, who was busy saving people, did not notice that the 'Sakura' he had pushed away was now standing behind him with her hands on her hips, looking at his back with a spoiled expression that had never appeared on the real Sakura's face before. Her face, which had become somewhat charming at some point, puffed up slightly with cute humming.

The sweet reunion was unforgettable, but the interruption of uninvited guests spoiled the mood, especially at a time when one was about to capture their Master. They were so close to succeeding, about to make their Master theirs alone, when these guys ruined everything.

Seeing that Rorschach hadn't noticed her at all as he switched between several healing spells, the spoiled version of Sakura's eyes darted around, and a gorgeous folding fan appeared in her hand. With a slight spin, the petite and cute purple-haired girl transformed into a slender and graceful beauty in a cheongsam, using the same folding fan to cover the lower half of her face.

The curvaceous woman in the cheongsam glanced at the group of doctors in white coats who were comfortably receiving Rorschach's healing magic, a smile playing on her lips as she lowered the folding fan that had been covering the lower half of her face...

"Eee-ee~ Ya-ya-ya-ya~~~"

"Ughhhhhh?!?!"

Screams and wails filled the air as the creature 'smiled' at them from a distance. The doctors in white coats felt their hearts stop beating. Countless indescribable images and sounds flooded their brains, stimulating their already taut nerves.

They couldn't describe the horrific sight before them, for it was a realm beyond human comprehension. If they had to use human terms, it was a jumble of irregularly shaped blocks stacked together, connected by some winding tendrils, constantly expanding and contracting in a rhythm that seemed to breathe.

A viscous, slimy liquid, with a foul odor, covered the irregular mass of limbs. It smelled sweet and pungent, and made one's head spin.

As they stared uncontrollably at the colossal presence, the limbs of the several white-coated doctors stiffened, and blood rushed to their heads. The stench of blood assaulted their nostrils, tearing at their brains and giving them a chilling experience as if their brains were being ripped out alive, accompanied by a series of maddening ringing sounds.

Finally, when this inhuman torture reached a certain limit, a terrible mutation occurred.

Their limbs were twisted, their bones were deformed, and the muscles under their skin writhed as if they were alive. As they stretched their bodies into a bizarre shape that no human could possibly achieve, they also pierced through the last restraints to reveal slippery tentacles with terrifying fangs.

Do not look directly at God!

Looking at the white-coated men who had completely transformed into some kind of monster, Rorschach waved his hand, dispelling the Belka Triangle in his palm, and silently unleashed several bolts of brilliant golden lightning, interrupting their mutation process.

The deaths of the few mad scientists involved in human experiments were no big deal, even if they slightly affected Rorschach's subsequent plans. What truly made him frown were the 'people' who caused the 'changes' in these white coats.