Manager, give me a membership card too!

Throwing away the submachine gun, its magazine already empty, Stokoff clenched his left hand tightly, letting the excruciating pain of his reopened wound stimulate his mind. With his right hand, he drew his pistol from its holster, his eyes wide with rage, and roared at the empty deck of the Titanic:

"come out!"

"Come out! Face me!"

The last few dozen team members were all missing, and his adjutant Vasily, who had been with him for over twenty years, was also gone. By this time, Stokkov had no intention of escaping alone. He was a soldier, an officer, and an officer should be with his subordinates, not live a life of shame and guilt.

'Bang! Bang bang!'

Stokoff fired his pistol into the sky, his eyes scanning the surrounding decks and passageways warily, searching for any trace of the mysterious attacker. But apart from the gentle sea breeze, the area was eerily quiet.

"Coward! Come out and face... ugh..."

Just as Stockov was about to provoke him again, a tremendous force silently struck his lower back. The unstoppable, overwhelming force snapped his lumbar vertebrae almost instantly, causing half of his body to lose all sensation and his entire body to fold backward.

The unspeakable pain robbed Stekov of his consciousness. When he came to his senses and tried to scream, he found that something had firmly blocked his mouth, silencing his screams, cries of pain, and the foul blood from the ruptured organs inside his body.

The middle-aged man's body, like a rag doll, was being dragged away by that force, hurtling rapidly in the direction away from the Titanic. The wide deck and magnificent hull soon looked as small as a toy car and quickly disappeared from his sight.

Stokoff, who was flying through the air, could no longer feel his body below the abdomen, and his remaining upper body was also experiencing sharp pains. His eyes were bulging outwards due to bloodshot eyes and pressure, and his fragile brain was as muddled as if it had been drilled by an electric drill.

His remaining rationality told Stokev that he was about to die. His years of military experience also told him that he was about to die. Even he himself knew clearly that he was about to die.

Death came so quickly and so suddenly, but the old general was no longer afraid. Instead, he felt a sense of peace as if he had let go of everything.

No more worrying about how to restore the country, no more doing those dirty, underhanded jobs, no more watching their comrades die on meaningless battlefields, no more living in fear under the shadow of that giant red bear—life has never been so easy and carefree.

Suddenly, a familiar light appeared before Stokkov's eyes, drawing his consciousness to its deathbed.

That was light, lamplight, the light from an L-shaped military flashlight.

Vasily?!

Straining his last bit of energy, Stokkov, drifting like a rag doll in the wind, forced open his eyes and looked at the light in the distance.

Under his slightly dim light, a familiar figure came into Stockov's view.

A slender and agile figure, an impeccably dressed military uniform, and a face that was so familiar yet so ordinary.

Vasily, Vasily, so you've been here all along.

By the light of the L-shaped military flashlight still stubbornly working on his adjutant Vasily's chest, Stokkov finally saw what had attacked them.

It was a tentacle about the thickness of a telephone pole, covered with sharp canines and fangs. It was tightly binding Vasily's body, twisting his once tall and imposing frame into an extremely distorted shape, making him look utterly miserable.

With his gaze slightly raised, more light appeared in Stokkov's vision, stretching to that unreachable distance.

Each ray of light represented a mercenary, illuminating the constantly writhing tentacles and the faces—faces filled with astonishment, fear, blankness, or calmness—faces devoid of any life.

Oh, I see. You've all been here, waiting for me. In that case, I can't keep you waiting any longer.

Feeling the immense pressure from the tentacles binding him, Stokkov suddenly smiled with relief. He raised his blood-stained head, and with his last ounce of strength, broke free from the wrists and tentacles binding his mouth. His lips, long since devoid of sound, trembled as he silently addressed his comrades who had risked their lives alongside him:

"I am coming..."

His left hand, which had been clenched tightly since the attack, slowly loosened, and several metal rings fell towards the sea below with his movement.

A wisp of smoke curled around him, and a ghastly smile appeared on Stokoff's tattered face. It was his backup plan for every operation, a plan that could drag all his enemies down to hell—the self-destruct vest.

"boom----!!!!!"

A brilliant burst of flames suddenly exploded above the Titanic, the surging flames sweeping around and illuminating the originally dark night sky, as well as the lifeless eyes of Stokes.

In the final moments before losing consciousness, the dejected and defeated general of this empire finally saw the true face of the 'attacker' by the light of the bomb.

It was a colossal brachiopod, lurking beneath the surface where the Titanic lay. In the firelight, countless densely packed, sharp teeth could be faintly seen slowly rising, bursting from the water, enveloping the now seemingly minuscule giant ship, poised to swallow it whole at any moment.

Thousands of meters away from the Titanic, thousands of tentacles, as thick as telephone poles, stretched out of the sea, enveloping the entire area like a wall, blotting out the sun and stretching endlessly. On each tentacle, a human, whose body looked as if it had fallen apart, was wrapped up and slowly "flying" in mid-air.

Not far from one of the tentacles, the ship that Stokov and his crew were piloting was quietly floating on the sea, becoming as silent as the Titanic, as silent as a tomb.

'So, we were destined to die from the very beginning. How ridiculous...'

As this last thought vanished from his mind, Stekov completely lost consciousness, and the entire world was plunged into boundless darkness at that moment.

.........

Lieutenant General Stokkov awoke from his vodka-induced stupor. While rubbing his throbbing forehead, he instinctively picked up the glass bottle on his bedside table and took large gulps of vodka.

The pungent, sweet nectar of life flowed down his throat into his empty stomach. The burning pain in his stomach lining stimulated the middle-aged man, quickly bringing him back to his senses. His previously dazed and dejected eyes became sharp and bright. Unfortunately, this expression only lasted for a moment. The next second, the dazed and dejected look returned to Stokkov's face.

"General, you're awake? It's already evening."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in his ears. The lieutenant general, who was chugging vodka, stopped abruptly and turned his head sharply in the direction of the voice.

"Vasily, are you alright?!"

With his slender yet agile figure, impeccably dressed uniform, and capable and composed demeanor, the adjutant Vasily, who was just entering the room, looked at his superior with some curiosity and asked in confusion, "General, what's wrong with me?"

“You…” Stockov opened his mouth to say something, but his mind went strangely blank; he couldn’t remember anything. He remained silent for a few seconds, then raised his head again, downed a mouthful of strong, spicy vodka, stood up unsteadily, and asked in a low voice:

"How far along is the 'mission'? Has that damned spy still not gotten hold of the ship's engine?"

......

Under the bright sunshine and with a gentle sea breeze, the Titanic's bow cleaved through the waves, surrounded by countless seagulls, as it slowly sailed across the vast Atlantic Ocean.

In his first-class cabin on the top deck of the cruise ship, Luo Xia stood on the half-open balcony, sipping his chilled fruit juice and enjoying the gentle warmth of the sun.

Just as he finished his juice and was about to return to his room to chat with his lovely daughter, a soft and charming female voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Lord Rorschach, the mercenaries' will has collapsed. Do you need to interrogate them in person?"

"No, Ides. Once you've gotten the specific information, just give them a quick death."

"As ordered."

Hundreds of nautical miles off the coast of the Titanic, a small, somewhat dilapidated steamer lay silently in place. Countless beautiful mermaids with graceful figures swam around the ship, their thin, pink lips uttering enchanting songs that could shake the soul.

Their clear eyes gazed at the dozens of figures standing motionless on the deck, and a sweet smile curved their lips.

Chapter 469 Goblin x Girl x Muzan.avi

Chapter 469 Goblin x Girl x Muzan.avi

With the tailing cat behind them dealt with, the rest of the Titanic's journey became calm and uneventful.

The troublesome White Star Line was handed over to Arthur to handle; the Hessing family didn't mind having another shipping company under their name. The special agent assigned to the ship as a spy was also locked in a windowless cabin by Captain Smith, with his personal freedom restricted except for three meals a day. After the Titanic returned to Britain and ended this voyage, he would be prosecuted for aiding and abetting the murder of 2300 British citizens.

During the rest of the journey, Rorschach spent his days being harassed by the silver-haired little devil, occasionally taking his two little ones fishing, barbecuing, and playing games together. When he was in a good mood, he would answer young Joseph's various questions to pass the time before the Titanic arrived in New York.

These days were peaceful, relaxed, and filled with joy. Rorschach thought he would continue this pace of life until he returned to Arkham, but little did he know that new problems would arise when the ship had only gone halfway.

This time, it wasn't that there was anything wrong with the ship, but rather that Rorschach heard some 'voices'.

"help me!"

A voice filled with fear echoed in Rorschach's ears. The girl's trembling tone was so endearing that it was impossible to ignore it.

Rorschach knew that this was the effect of his demigod 'power' once again, responding to the cry for help from a being on the other side of time and space in a moment of despair.

In the past, when faced with such cries for help, Rorschach would have chosen to send his Valkyries, such as Enju Aihara, to lead the team to deal with and rescue the girls from their troubles. Rorschach would only intervene when they encountered a powerful enemy that Enju and the others could not handle.

However, the awkward situation is that Rorschach doesn't have his own powerful Valkyries by his side, and the nascent Umbrella Corporation hasn't grown to the point where it can handle inter-world rescues. Now, Rorschach has no choice but to go it alone.

But when the shop manager was about to respond to the other person's prayer and teleport himself to their side, he was somewhat surprised to find that he could not pinpoint the exact coordinates of the person in distress.

That wasn't the spacetime coordinates of the current universe, nor did it even belong to this multiverse system. It was a completely new, unfamiliar spacetime that Rorschach had never encountered before, impossible to locate, impossible to teleport to, and even difficult to interfere with.

The distance between him and the person calling for help is not just physical, but also a much higher-level 'gap'. It's like an American in a parallel world in 1997 encountering danger and calling for help from a Chinese person in another world in 2021; even if they heard the call, it would be very difficult to provide assistance.

"Anyone will do, please help me!"

Hearing the increasingly fearful and desperate cries for help, Luo Xia frowned slightly, put down his fishing rod, and began to think of a solution.

He would definitely have to save them. Since he had heard their plea for help, Rorschach would fulfill his duty, respond to the call of 'authority,' and do what he was obligated to do.

However, a problem now lies before the shopkeeper: how should he approach the girl who called out to him and lead her away from danger?

Just as Luo Xia was frowning and deep in thought, the silver-haired evil god Nyarlathotep curiously came over and asked with a grin, "Darling, what are you thinking about?"

As Luo Xia was deep in thought, he saw the cute smiling face that was close to him, and his face was slightly stunned. Then, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

As the saying goes, three cobblers can outwit Zhuge Liang. Nyarlathotep, one of the three pillar gods, is an incarnation of Nyarlathotep. Although he seems unpredictable and eccentric, he is a genuine 'god' and may have unique insights.

So, Luo Xia briefly and quickly explained his current situation to Nyaruko and asked for her opinion. To the shopkeeper's surprise, Nyaruko almost immediately gave him a seemingly interesting idea.

"Darling, you could try mental projection. Many of us 'Outer Gods' that humans talk about reside in alternate universes or spacetime rifts, and some are even sealed away layer by layer, imprisoned at the edge of the material world or even in the shadows. In order to obtain information from the outside world and exert influence under such circumstances, one of the 'Outer Gods' developed a method of projecting an image using his mind and consciousness. Although his strength is not as great as his original body, it is enough to affect the real world."

"A mental projection?" Hearing the increasingly weak cries for help beside him, Luo Xia thought for a moment and then slowly nodded.

"You can give it a try."

A moment later, an invisible bolt of lightning shot into the sky. Instead of violently breaking through the spatial barrier, it silently merged with the surrounding air, like water poured into milk, and finally slowly disappeared.

At the same time, Luo Xia felt as if a wisp of his consciousness was being poured into a blender, spinning and leaping, dispersing and then coalescing, following some mysterious connection, crossing the endless torrent of time, flying out without hindrance at the 'end' of the world, heading towards an unknown region.

In a daze, unaware and oblivious, after flying an unknown distance, a wisp of Luo Xia's consciousness suddenly returned to clarity, and a very strange-looking 'world' appeared before him.

It is not a 'planet' in the traditional sense, but a 'continental plate' that stretches across the endless starry sky, just like in ancient myths and legends.

Simply put, it is the so-called 'round sky and square earth', which looks like a flat map.

However, even such scenes that defy the common sense of physics were not what surprised Rorschach the most. What truly surprised him was the tectonic plates that make up the continents themselves.

Even though Rorschach was only a wisp of consciousness that had arrived here, he could still sense the incongruity of this continent before him. It was as if it were a doll that a child had casually made in a game, pieced together from some strange parts. Even though it had managed to form a whole, the parts inside were still repelling each other, and there was a possibility that it would collapse at any moment.

This is truly a wondrous world.

With these thoughts in mind, Luo Xia's consciousness did not linger in the high sky. Instead, it followed the mysterious source of consciousness and rapidly approached the continent. Finally, it entered a dark, filthy, and dirty cave on one of the continental plates and met the person who had called for help.

A delicate girl with long, soft chestnut hair was surrounded by hundreds of ugly and filthy goblins who were relentlessly attacking her. The red stains on her clothes showed that she had been putting up a fierce fight for a long time in this perilous situation, but the overwhelming number of them still put her at a complete disadvantage.

Anyone with eyes could see that in just a few more minutes, this battered girl would exhaust her last bit of strength and fall completely into the hands of the goblins, whose eyes were already bloodshot and whose breaths were scorching with excitement. If it really came to that, the girl's fate would be a thousand times more miserable than death.

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Chapter 470 One slip can lead to eternal regret; looking back, one is already doomed.

Chapter 470 One slip can lead to eternal regret; looking back, one is already doomed.

Faced with this seemingly hopeless situation, the chestnut-haired girl, surrounded by hundreds of incessantly howling goblins, felt a chill run through her heart. An inexplicable shiver ran through her, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. Once again, she regretted entering this dark, damp, and foul-smelling cave.

Leaning helplessly against the cold rock wall behind her, looking at the pairs of scarlet eyes flashing with excitement and savagery before her, the chestnut-haired girl couldn't help but recall the various misfortunes and hardships she had encountered over the past month.

She was the youngest daughter of the head of a prestigious company, a true heiress. Although her parents were rarely home due to work, she still got along well with her family, and her father and mother doted on her.

The chestnut-haired girl was also very ambitious, excelling academically and possessing a wide range of talents. While she wasn't a master of all the arts, she was far more proficient than the average person. Moreover, she was gentle and kind, with delicate and refined features, and had blossomed into a beautiful young woman with limitless potential.

If life continued as it was, she might have maintained her pampered lifestyle, had a passionate romance when she reached a certain age, married a man of equal social standing, and spent the rest of her life as a wife and mother.

But God didn't seem happy for the chestnut-haired girl to settle for mediocrity, and instead played a small, extremely cruel joke on her.

One day, on her way home from school, she saw a modern, high-tech helmet that her brother had left in the living room. She had heard of the same helmet from her classmates before; it seemed to be a login device for some kind of full-dive game.

Out of curiosity, and having never played a similar game before, she tentatively put on the helmet and, following the instructions, uttered the command that she would regret for the rest of her life.

“Link Startou!”

The next second, the girl felt a sharp pain all over her body, as if she had been thrown into a shredder and ground into powder, then roughly mixed together, and finally some strange things were added to her. After this simple combination, she was thrown into a place that was completely unfamiliar to her.

It was a world completely different from modern society. The sky was blue, the water was clear, and even the air carried a faint scent of grass, making one feel refreshed and relaxed just by standing there.

The intense pain disappeared, and the unease and regret in her heart were replaced by curiosity about seeing new things. Guided by a voice called 'System', the girl carefully began to explore this new world.

Then, she was taught by this strange and wonderful world what it means that curiosity can not only kill the cat, but also kill.

On a lush green meadow, the chestnut-haired girl spotted a snow-white creature with soft, downy fur, looking as adorable and obedient as a snowball. However, when the girl tentatively reached out her delicate hand to touch the creature, the snowball, which appeared to be no bigger than a human palm, suddenly swelled into a creature roughly the size of a wolfhound, its sharp teeth, glistening with translucent saliva, leaving the girl with an unforgettable memory of her ignorance and naivety.

A large chunk of flesh was viciously torn off the edge of her palm and swallowed without any hesitation right in front of her.

Since birth, the chestnut-haired girl had never been injured, let alone heard harsh words. The fear and trembling in her heart, coupled with the excruciating pain in her hand, almost instantly shattered her will. The stress response left her stiff and rigid in place, her eyes trembling as she stared at the wolf-dog-like creature, unable to move.

The girl was paralyzed and panicked, but the snow-white wolfhound didn't care whether its prey was afraid. After swallowing the flesh and blood in its mouth, it naturally turned its gaze to the powerless prey in front of it again and slowly opened its snow-white fangs.

The chestnut-haired girl couldn't remember the rest, only that she felt so much pain, so much pain, and so tired. When she regained consciousness, she was already squatting on the trunk of a tall tree, hugging her battered body and crying silently.

The chestnut-haired girl, who had never climbed a tree before, saw the snow-white wolfhound below, its body stained with scarlet blood and its hungry eyes fixed on her. She wisely chose to remain perched on the tree trunk, silently waiting for the predator below to leave on its own.

The stalemate lasted for more than ten hours, finally ending with the departure of the white wolfhound. However, the chestnut-haired girl did not hold on to the end; half an hour later, she fell into a deep coma due to the intense pain from her wounds and the continuous bleeding.

When she finally awoke from her coma, a huge red sun was slowly rising along the horizon. The wounds on her body, enough to kill her eight times over, had completely healed during her sleep. Her smooth, delicate skin showed no trace of the wolfhound's bites, not even a scratch; it was so tender it seemed one could squeeze water from it. Even her tattered casual home clothes were perfectly intact, as if she had never been attacked.

Seeing this incredibly absurd scene, the chestnut-haired girl finally realized she was seemingly in a fully immersive 'game'. Realizing this, she almost cried tears of joy as she summoned her own 'system' and began frantically searching for the supposedly present 'Exit Game' option. However...