Manager, give me a membership card too!

After crossing two large pits of unknown origin and navigating several huge cracks, the four of them finally arrived at their destination.

A small section of brick pavement, seemingly preserved on purpose, had more than a dozen people lying haphazardly on it, appearing to be fast asleep.

"My God, it's old Zadok! He's still alive!"

Before he even got really close, Paul, jogging along, recognized one of the men. It was an elderly white man, slovenly dressed, with a full beard, and completely unkempt. His name was Zadok Allen, a native of Innsmouth who had grown up there, and the only remaining 'pure-blooded' human in the area.

His entire family died in an accident during a plague decades ago, leaving him as the sole survivor, who has been living a muddled existence in Innsmouth ever since.

It was this same old man who revealed some of the terrifying truths about Innsmouth to Paul, making him both love and hate this mysterious town, both fearful and reluctant to leave.

He had assumed the mentally unstable and frail old man had died in the attack by those horrible mixed-race people, but to his surprise, he was still alive. This was truly good news for Paul.

After all, even now, he still yearns for those ancient and mysterious knowledge and history, and longs to know more of the truth.

Especially after he saw those ugly and twisted mixed-race people with his own eyes, this desire and impulse became almost uncontrollable, troubling his soul like an instinct.

Unlike Paul, whose attention was entirely focused on Zadok Allen, Jill was more concerned with the women and children among these people.

She unbuttoned her suit jacket and draped it over a little girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old. Then, she rubbed her hands together to warm them and carefully took the little girl's cold hands in her palms.

It felt icy cold to the touch, as if I were holding a piece of ice.

"No, these people are losing body temperature and must be kept warm immediately, otherwise they may get sick or even die."

Feeling the cold little hand in her palm, Jill's face was full of anxiety. She thought for a few seconds, then, as if remembering something, turned to look at Paul, who was trying to wake an old white man.

"Paul!"

"what?"

“You’re quick on your feet. Go back to the fire station. There are a few staff dormitories on the second floor with spare clothes. Quickly bring them over and let these people change into them. Their clothes are soaked.”

"Huh? Oh! Oh! Okay! I'll go right now!"

Paul, somewhat reluctantly, put down the white-haired old man's head after receiving the order, then turned and ran towards the nearby fire station. Jill wasn't idle either; she picked up the trembling little girl and prepared to go to the fire station with her.

But before she could move, a familiar sound came from behind her, followed by several more familiar, loud, long hooves.

'Beep beep~~~beep~~~!'

That sound... is it a car?!

Someone's here?!

Turning around with a mix of surprise and disbelief, they were greeted by a long line of cars slowly making its way towards them.

Cars, trucks, white ambulances, and a huge group of men in police uniforms riding horses were rushing toward the place where Innsmouth had once stood.

Leading the pack was a beautifully designed Auburn 8-88 luxury sedan, painted in royal blue.

"Ah, it's my darling! My darling has come to pick us up!"

Upon seeing the sapphire blue car, Nyaruko, standing beside Gil, excitedly jumped up and down a few times. She then grabbed the hand of the well-behaved purple-haired girl beside her and ran towards the car. The sapphire blue sports car noticed Nyaruko and Matou Sakura's actions and slowly pulled up beside an open space.

The car door opened, and a tall, handsome black-haired man in a sharp suit stepped out, smiling as he opened his arms to Nyaruko and her companion.

She looked at the silver-haired girl who threw herself into the man's arms, then at the police officers who were riding horses and spreading out in all directions to investigate the situation, and finally at the angels in white who got off the ambulance and ran towards her carrying stretchers and medical kits.

Jill Valentine's face suddenly broke into a relieved smile, as if she had survived the holiday. A nerve that had been taut for so long went limp, and she collapsed to her knees, feeling as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, leaving her limp and unable to move.

Thank goodness... I'm saved... This is wonderful...

I survived.

Chapter 400-10 Young lady, have you ever heard of weather weapons?

Chapter 400-10 Young lady, have you ever heard of weather weapons?

Jill, who had handed the little girl in her arms to a blonde female doctor who called herself Harley, sat on the edge of a police carriage door wrapped in a thermal blanket. She accepted a hot coffee from a mustachioed policeman, politely thanked him, and then sipped it.

On this land that was once called Innsmouth, countless people are busy working.

Take photos, document, and search for remaining items and evidence.

Dig, rescue, and care for the unconscious civilians.

The incident was classified as a 'tragic natural disaster,' with a sudden, high-intensity storm striking the small town of Innsmouth. Hurricane, torrential rain, and thunder destroyed everything in its path, hurling almost all the buildings into the nearby sea, leaving only a stark empty space and a solitary three-story house.

As for things like evil god priests, deep-diving beings, and hybrid fish-men, they are all nonsense, hallucinations imagined by Jill and other survivors due to the natural disaster.

This is the investigation report that will soon be sent to Boston, the capital of Massachusetts. As for how much of its content is true and how much is false, and how many people believe it, that is a matter of opinion.

After all, not everyone is as unfazed by certain native 'characteristic' creatures as the residents of Arkham.

Fish-men, monsters, evil gods? Dude, have you been reading too many Grimm's Fairy Tales? You believe this? What? You have evidence? A corpse? Even photos? Friend, you know too much. Come back with me for coffee. Our pork chop rice is delicious. There are no psychiatrists, no hypnotists, and we won't erase your memories.

Watching the Arkham Police Department officers' practiced movements and nonchalant expressions, Jill vaguely recalled some distant memories. Back then, when she was working for the Boston Police Department, she had heard that strange things happened in Arkham and that the casualty rate was consistently high.

Looking back now, how could the casualty rate not be high when facing those terrifying monsters? If it weren't for Nyaruko's support, I probably wouldn't have survived more than half an hour before being overwhelmed by those monsters.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Just as Jill was recalling the silver-haired girl who always seemed so energetic, she heard the other person's voice in her ear.

"Jill! Over here! Over here!"

"Nyaruko?"

The policewoman paused in her coffee-drinking, instinctively looking in the direction of the sound. She saw Nyaruko, a silver-haired girl with a beaming smile waving at her, and... a tall, dark-haired man holding a purple-haired, half-grown loli, Matou Sakura, in his arms.

I remember Nyaruko calling this person 'darling'.

Watching the tall man carrying Matou Sakura towards her, Gil subconsciously tried to recall his identity. She didn't have any of Rorschach's ideas about dating a young girl; after all, in this era, it was common for 16-year-old girls to marry and have children.

Even a hundred years from now, the number of underage girls getting married in the United States will still be enormous; it's just that most people are blinded by the glitz and glamour of big cities.

Therefore, Jill didn't find anything strange about Rorschach's group of three. She put down her coffee, stood up, and went to greet them.

She nodded to Nyaruko as a greeting; the group had fought all night and were practically brothers in arms, so there was no need for formalities. What truly caught Gil's attention was the man holding the half-grown girl.

Jill still remembered that Nyarlathotep had said yesterday, "My dear has come to help me," followed by a whole night of lightning and storms. The scene was like the end of the world, and even Paul, a coward, huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

Nyarko gazed out the window with a blissful expression, praising her 'darling' for being so wise, powerful, and domineering, looking every bit like a fangirl raving about her idol.

Gil listened to Nyarlathotep's ramblings all night, initially thinking it was just a young girl's fantasy and idealization of her other half, but now that he saw it...

Yes, he is indeed a handsome man.

With a straight nose, bright eyes, sword-like eyebrows, and a chiseled face, he possessed an imposing presence, elegant demeanor, and a dignified bearing—truly a handsome and imposing young man. Even Jill, a strong woman who prided herself on independence, self-respect, and believing that women were no less capable than men, and who always strived to be number one, was momentarily stunned upon seeing Rorschach, taking several seconds to recover.

Since taking a half-step into the divine realm and beginning his ascent to a higher level of life, Luo Xia has been frequently harassed by the allure stemming from his genetic instincts. The shopkeeper, accustomed to the intense gazes of women, naturally didn't notice Jill's slightly lapse in composure, which was already a display of restraint. Instead, he gave a standard polite smile, extending his hand and speaking gently:

"Miss Jill Valentine, is that right?"

Jill also extended her hand, and the two shook hands lightly before releasing it simultaneously.

"Yes, I am Jill."

“Hello, Miss Valentine. My name is Luo Xia, and I am Chinese. I have heard about your deeds from Nyaruko and Sakura. You are indeed a brave warrior who has not tarnished the badge you wear.”

"It's what I should do."

Hearing the policewoman's crisp and confident tone, Luo Xia's admiration deepened, and he praised her:

“Miss Valentine, there’s no need for you to be modest. I consider myself quite familiar with this country’s police system. Apart from a very few good police officers who genuinely pursue justice and fairness, most people just treat the police as an ordinary job. Even the laws of this vast federal government have never stipulated that the police have an obligation or responsibility to protect civilians.”

"Therefore, when encountering danger or difficulties, whether one steps forward to help the people and the weak, to fight against evil and uphold justice, or to stand by and watch others die, or even to kick someone when they are down, all depends on the individual's own moral standards."

“And you, Miss Valentine, have given a truly perfect answer; you are a qualified federal police officer. I think Deputy Commissioner Gordon—oh, no, I should call him Commissioner Gordon now—would certainly be very pleased with your arrival.”

Rorschach's lavish praise made Jill feel a little embarrassed, but also a surge of satisfaction and joy at being recognized. Good heavens, men of this era believed that women were born to bear children and do housework, and ideally, nothing else; staying obediently at home every day was the perfect behavior.

Therefore, Jill, who was naturally lively, outgoing, and active, and enjoyed sports, fitness, and hunting, and even later took the police academy exam to become a full-fledged detective, was seen by others as a rebellious 'bad woman'. Apart from her family, even her former colleagues in Boston did not understand her thoughts and behaviors.

Even when she patrols the streets in her police uniform, some radicals, including some women, will call her an indecent slut.

Because of the injustices and oppression she suffered every day, when she heard Rorschach's sincere praise, this Iron Lady, who was fearless even when facing terrifying fish-man monsters and calmly fighting against a large group of enemies, almost shed tears.

In this era, someone who understands her actions and ideals is extremely rare and precious.

The group tacitly gave the policewoman a few minutes to calm down. Once Luo Xia's mental perception indicated that the woman's emotional fluctuations had gradually subsided, he spoke again with a smile:

"I know you must have many questions after last night's events. As a reward for protecting Nyaruko and the others last night, I will answer some of your questions. But you should also understand the law that 'the more you know, the more dangerous it is.' To ensure your safety, I can only answer some questions that won't cause you any trouble. Now, please think carefully about what you want to ask me."

Hearing Rorschach's suggestive words, and considering the practiced ease of the Arkham officers around him and the ambiguous attitude of the Boston Police Department, a whole host of rumors flashed through Jill's mind, such as government secrets, alien invasions, and secret military experiments.

After much deliberation and deliberation, Jill finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked:

"I want to know what exactly destroyed Innsmouth overnight. I don't believe in any nonsense about hurricanes or storms. I was in Innsmouth yesterday, and I saw everything."

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, surprised that the policewoman would choose to ask such a question. However, having already made a promise, Luo Xia would naturally keep his word and tell her the 'truth'.

"Miss Valentine, have you ever heard of the concept of 'weather weapons'?"

pytime: *I, the Jujutsu Master of Demon Slayer* Synopsis: The world of Demon Slayer is an unequal world. Demons who poison and kill live shamelessly, while those who consistently act with good intentions are denied the happiness they deserve. Karma doesn't punish itself, and justice doesn't prevail. To ensure that good people enjoy equality, I will help others unequally. I am Fushiguro, I am not a hero of justice, I am—a Jujutsu Master.

Chapter 411 Humanity is so insignificant!

Chapter 411 Humanity is so insignificant!

"Weather weapons?!"

Seeing Jill's bewildered expression, Rorschach smiled slightly and gave a simple explanation.

"The so-called 'weather weapon' is a technology that uses some kind of technology that I cannot explain to influence or even manipulate celestial phenomena in a short period of time. It can guide various celestial phenomena, including thunderstorms, rainfall, hurricanes, blizzards, extreme cold, and extreme heat, to strike certain hostile targets."

Hearing Rorschach's explanation, Jill's expression became even more bewildered; to her, it was like a foreign language, impossible to decipher. However, in the end, she still used her simple understanding to automatically categorize Rorschach's so-called 'weather weapon'.

"This is simply usurping God's 'authority.' Only 'God' has the right to manipulate the heavens, send down rain, stir up storms, and part the clouds. This is simply..."

Upon hearing this, Rorschach gave an ambiguous smile and responded in a calm tone:

"The so-called authority of God is nothing but the ignorance of ancient humans. For them, attributing uncontrollable and incomprehensible forces to gods was indeed a good way to 'comfort' themselves. I don't deny that certain 'mysteries' do exist in this world, such as the 'hybrids' you saw last night. To ancient humans, weren't they a kind of 'myth'?"

"But times have changed, Miss Valentine. It is now the twentieth century, the age of technology. Under the light of technology, human civilization is advancing rapidly, opening one door to the unknown after another. Many things that were incomprehensible, uncontrollable, and uncreatable for ancient humans are now just commonplace everyday items for modern humans."

"Think about the cars speeding through the streets, the electricity flowing through plastic pipes, and the cannons that can flatten hills. Traveling thousands of miles a day, manipulating lightning, and shattering mountains with a single blow—these were 'authorities' that only gods could wield in ancient times, especially lightning. Lightning was a power that only god-kings had the right to use, representing supreme authority. But now, you can buy batteries that store lightning in any department store."

"This is the progress brought about by technology, the glory of the human mind, and the light that shines when life explores the unknown. Since we now possess many 'authorities' that only gods can exercise, why can't we touch upon 'celestial manipulation'?"

Listening to Rorschach's remarks, which were considered 'outrageous' by most religious Americans, Jill Valentine, born into a traditional American family, looked conflicted. On one hand, she did think the man in front of her made sense, because many things had changed before her eyes and she had personally experienced them.

On the other hand, her faith in God was part of her upbringing, a truth repeatedly uttered to her by countless people. She simply couldn't change her mindset overnight.

Seeing the policewoman's worldview seemingly undergoing a transformation, Luo Xia smiled and offered a suggestion.

“Miss Valentine, don’t worry. Let me show you the truth of this world, and you will understand that everything I have done, my efforts, my ideals, and my career are truly on the side of justice.”

Holding the well-behaved little girl Sakura in one arm and gesturing for her to sit down next to him with the other, Rorschach guided Gil to get into the Auburn 8-88 sedan he had driven, and they headed towards a small hill not far away.

Along the way, they passed many police officers on duty. These officers from Arkham Town waved to Rorschach's car, and Rorschach returned the gesture with a hand. The scene was quite harmonious, which made Gil, who was sitting in the back seat with Nyaruko, wonder about Rorschach's profession.

Could this man be an official in the Arkham municipal center? Or a high-ranking officer in the police system? Otherwise, why are these police officers being so polite?

With these questions in mind, the Auburn 8-88 sedan drove slowly and steadily up the small hill.

A few minutes later, the store manager estimated that they had arrived at a suitable area, and slowly applied the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a gentle and steady stop on a relatively flat slope on a small hill.

Open the car door, first go to the passenger seat and let out your precious little loli Sakura, then open the back door and ask the two ladies to get out of the car.

Ignoring Nyarlathotep, who was snuggling into his arms, Rorschach, standing atop the hill, maintained a calm and collected expression as he pointed to Innsmouth, not far away.

"Look, Miss Valentine, the answer to everything, the reason for everything, is right there."

Jill instinctively looked in the direction Rorschach was pointing, a puzzled expression on her face. The next second, this battle-hardened policewoman, who, after a night of terror in Innsmouth, believed nothing could frighten her anymore, fell into a long, stunned silence.

Jill's well-trained, shapely limbs stiffened uncontrollably, and her bright eyes widened involuntarily, revealing a hint of barely concealed fear and panic. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, yet couldn't utter a word, the words stuck in her throat, choked in her heart, causing her discomfort and pain.

The sight that appeared before Jill Valentine was simply too shocking, too unbelievable, and too contrary to her understanding.

Not far from her, on the site that originally belonged to the town of Innsmouth, countless crisscrossing 'cracks' were now appearing.

When she was on that land, she thought those were just ground collapses or natural waterways caused by rain erosion. But when she was far away from that land and came to a hillside thousands of meters away, she saw a completely different scene.

Those cracks weren't collapses or waterways, but claw marks! Huge claw marks! Claw marks left on the land of Innsmouth by the claws of some enormous, almost terrifying creature.

The smallest of these scratches was nearly a meter wide and hundreds of meters long. Compared to those scratches, the police officers who were exploring the site in Innsmouth were like humans compared to locusts, no, ants.

If the scratches alone are this terrifyingly large, what kind of enormous monster must have been responsible for them?

Still reeling from the shock, Jill instinctively craned her neck, gazing at the sky, imagining the size and majesty of the colossal creature. But even as she stretched her neck to its limit, she still couldn't 'see' the head of the monster she had imagined.

Trembling, shivering, and filled with fear, Jill slowly turned her head and asked Rorschach in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry: