Manager, give me a membership card too!

"A contract?!" Aihara Enju, who was sulking on the rock, immediately perked up upon hearing this. With a powerful leap, she appeared beside the silver-haired cat-eared loli.

"Cui, please tell me about it properly!"

The shy cat-eared loli tugged at the witch's hat she used to cover her cat ears and said nervously, "I don't know too much either. I found out by chance when I passed by Father and overheard him chatting with Karen."

Just as the little girls were squatting to one side whispering amongst themselves, a blonde loli with a similar hairstyle to Chizu Natsuyo, but with longer hair and ribbons tied around her temples, called out in a lazy tone:

"Brother Luo Xia has entered the camp. Do you want to come and see?"

"What! Tina, Brother Rorschach has arrived!"

"Quick, quick, oh no! Xia Shi, have you seen my telescope?"

Because of her owl genes, the blonde loli Tina Sprantt, who was very sleepy during the day, picked up her beloved Remington MSR modular sniper rifle again after taking a caffeine dab to perk herself up. Her indigo eyes were fixed on Rorschach, who was gradually approaching the target location through the scope.

However, these little ones who were worried about their older brother were unaware that, besides them, another group of people were using similar scopes to keep a close eye on the shopkeeper who was gradually approaching the Cursed Children containment site.

"Eagle calling headquarters: Prey has entered the area, please provide instructions."

This is the third update, and there will be at least one more tonight. I've realized I can actually write 10,000 words a day!

Chapter 86 He's all alone, let's all charge forward side by side!

Chapter 86 He's all alone, let's all charge forward side by side!

“Mr. Rorschach, our Umbrella Infected Protection Association is absolutely the best Cursed Children aid organization in the Tokyo area. Look at our equipment, it's all brand new; look at our medical staff, they are all certified professionals; look at the food supplies, they are absolutely nutritious; and this…”

As Rorschach walked through the so-called 'Umbrella Infected Protection Association' containment facility, the incessant chatter of a man who looked more like a professional soldier than the institution's director echoed in his ears.

Ignoring the information, which was practically nonsense, Rorschach observed the so-called Cursed Children containment facility with great interest.

The place was filled with bizarre buildings, excessively thick railings and walls, a maze-like structure, and tall, muscular "medical personnel" whose shoulders looked like they could carry a horse. It was less a containment facility and more a pre-arranged battlefield.

It seems my initial assessment was correct; Chaldea's act of taking in and protecting children had crossed the line of some people's interests and tolerance. If Chaldea were allowed to continue its actions and take away all the children in the Tokyo district, not only would the pent-up emotions of the plundered generation remain unvented, but the police system would also collapse due to a lack of Initiators.

This would not only destroy the false prosperity of Tokyo, but also deprive the city of infected children as weapons against Gastrea, and severely impact its safety.

Therefore, the destruction of Chaldea is imperative, and Rorschach, the leader of Chaldea, is the highest priority target for elimination.

He casually glanced around, memorizing all the children who had settled there. If no conflict occurred, all would be well; but if a conflict did break out, these girls had to be immediately stored in the system space to prevent them from being caught in the aftermath of the battle.

With a forced, formulaic smile, Luo Xia spoke in a friendly voice to the incessantly chattering man beside him: "I'm sorry, um..."

"Dr. William."

"Oh, yes, Dr. William. Doctor, I'd like to see more about the living conditions of the children here, is that alright?"

“No problem at all. Let’s go to the square over there. It’s more open. We’ve arranged for most of the Cursed Children to rest there.”

...............

"Eagle calling headquarters, Eagle calling headquarters. Judah has lured the target to the designated location. Shall we proceed now?"

"Eagle, Eagle, this is headquarters. Are you confident of success? The target is likely a superhuman, similar to a mechanized soldier, with strong defense and destructive power. You must kill it with one shot and not let it escape, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Don't worry, headquarters, I'm a professional."

With a cold laugh, Ju Ren Gong ripped off his headphones and brushed aside his stray hairs to conceal his rage. As one of the world's most renowned marksmen, Ju Ren Gong's past was unimaginable to others.

During the Gastrea Wars, he fought for several years as a government soldier. His team fought a bloody battle with the Gastrea, resulting in mutual destruction, and he himself was crippled as a result. Not only did he lose his sight, but his right arm and left leg were also eaten by those monsters and could never be found again.

Forced to undergo mechanization for survival and revenge, he harbors the deepest hatred for the cursed children with their crimson eyes. These little monsters, with Gastrea blood flowing through their veins, are no different from the ugly Gastrea in his eyes, and are even more hateful.

"As a new human, why don't you go and kill those monsters? Why protect them? As someone who is like you, I feel ashamed. Therefore..."

His modified eyes rapidly changed shape, his 'Type 21' rifle aimed at a target 1km away. The mechanical arm made of ultra-holmium steel made his gun muzzle as stable as if it were welded to the ground, and the crosshair in front of him was firmly placed on Rorschach's temple.

The miniature computer in his mind rapidly calculated the parameters needed for the sniping: distance, wind direction, humidity, gravity, and even the Earth's rotation. He subtly adjusted the muzzle of his Swiss Sauer SSG3000.

Everything is for the sake of achieving that absolutely precise, one-hit kill.

"Die, you traitor!"

Ju Ren Gong pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out from the muzzle. It flew over the dilapidated buildings and ruins of the outer district, heading straight for Luo Xia's temple.

However, at the very moment that bullet made of super holmium steel struck Rorschach, this bullet, capable of piercing the body of a stage three gastrulator, was firmly held between two fingers.

Calmly retracting his outstretched finger, Rorschach waved the scorching bullet in his hand and gave Dr. William, who was facing him, a half-smile.

"Is this how Umbrella treats its guests, Doctor?"

"This is impossible, this is impossible! That's a sniper bullet traveling at a speed of one thousand meters per second, how could you catch it with your bare hands! Monster, monster...!!!"

Ignoring the man's terrified cries, Luo Xia's figure swayed slightly, and when he solidified again, he had a struggling figure in his hand.

"Was that you who greeted me just now, buddy?"

With his left hand gripping the man's neck and his right hand gesturing towards the dark gray holmium steel bullet in his hand, Rorschach's expression towards the man was full of malice.

"It was indeed a very warm welcome, and I have certainly received it. So, as a polite guest, I must reciprocate."

As he casually tossed aside the sniper bullet, a hint of murderous intent appeared on Luo Xia's face.

A flash of crimson lightning streaked across his eyes, and his muscles bulged slightly as his brain activated its commands. With a flick of his wrist, Luo Xia released the man's arm that was gripping his neck, and the assassin, whose name he didn't even know, broke the sound barrier with terrifying acceleration, streaking away into the atmosphere without looking back, accompanied by sparks from the friction with the air.

After glancing at the man who had already disappeared, Luo Xia gently patted his hands, which were spotless, and looked at the stunned crowd around him with a look of 'nuclear kindness'.

"That gentleman has already left. How much longer are you going to wait?"

Their dark pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and everyone looked at Rorschach with eyes filled with terror. And when humans are gripped by fear, their only options besides fleeing are futile, death-defying struggles.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Fire! He's alone, everyone attack together!"

9000 words at the fourth watch; I'll post the rest tomorrow, no one's reading this late at night anyway. The minor character recommended by a fellow reader, who was half-asleep and dizzy, has made an appearance, then quickly disappeared. Applause, everyone.

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Coward

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Coward

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Headquarters! Requesting backup! Headquarters, oh my god!"

"I can't win, I can't win, it's a monster, Mom! Help me... Mom!"

Blinding flashes of light continuously emanated from the screen, accompanied by the incessant sounds of intense gunfire and occasional loud explosions and roars. However, after only two or three minutes, the screen in front of the old man fell into an inexplicable silence.

Silence, an eerie silence. The once bustling command center was now shrouded in a strange oppressive atmosphere. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, stared at the screen, which was completely silent except for the crackling sound of flames, as if they had been transported back to that desperate night eight years ago.

The oppressive silence lasted for several minutes before a voice, still trembling slightly, slowly broke through.

"Lord Kikunojo, the front-line base... is completely wiped out. Three hundred fully armed soldiers, six tanks, five armored vehicles, and countless light and heavy weapons... all gone. Shall we continue?"

The white-haired, white-bearded old man stared silently at the silent screen before him, his hands clenched tightly behind his back. His indifferent expression left those around him wondering what he was thinking.

"Notify the Self-Defense Forces of the highest-level Gastrea invasion warning. Inform the defense forces in the Tokyo area to point all city defense weapons at Ward 32, and to open fire if necessary. Also, summon all civilian security companies currently stationed in the city and tell them I have a big business deal to discuss with them."

The white-haired old man's authoritative voice echoed in the room, his tone resolute and brooking no refusal. Looking at his subordinates who remained frozen in place after his command, the old man frowned slightly and impatiently urged them:

"Didn't you hear my order? Go now!"

"But, but Lord Kikunojo, do you really want to mobilize the entire Tokyo Ward? That would bring unpredictable consequences and costs."

"Consequences?" Though he looked old, Kikunojo Tendo, whose strength was among the top in the entire Tokyo district, grabbed the subordinate who dared to hold him hostage. His hawk-like gaze fixed on the subordinate's increasingly panicked eyes, and he said coldly:

"You're actually talking to me about consequences? As long as that man isn't killed, he'll eventually steal all the Cursed Children from Tokyo and even Japan. Then, without those cheap supplies to offset the Gastrea population decline, the Gastrea invasion will eventually cripple every city. When those monsters attack the cities, who will resist them? You?"

Without any mercy, the old man threw his once-trusted subordinate aside. His gloomy gaze swept over everyone, and all the staff whose eyes fell upon him quickly lowered their heads and went back to their work.

One phone call after another was made, one order after another was issued, one unit after another stepped onto the battlefield, tanks started up, engines roared, and the entire city gradually awoke because of the old man's order.

"No matter how strong you are, you can never stand against a city. I will defeat you, and then kill all the little monsters you've hidden away, so that everyone will know what happens to those who betray humanity and try to protect Gastrea!"

Standing in front of the screen, Kikunojo Tendo revealed a cold smile.

Bored, Rorschach sat atop a partially melted tank, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Dr. William, who had lost an arm.

"Speak, who sent you to deal with me?"

"I won't tell you, you traitor!"

"Oh, so it's that old guy, Kikunojo Tendo? I didn't go looking for him, but he came looking for me instead."

"you!?"

"Aren't you surprised that I can read your mind? Oh, so you want to press the detonator in your left pocket and take us both down with you?"

"?!!"

"Don't worry, it's just a little bit of mental energy application technique, magic from Asgard. Although I'm not very proficient, it's still no problem to deal with an ordinary person like you."

"You monster! Lord Kikunojo will not let you get away with this!"

“Come on, I’m waiting for him here.”

Rorschach's nonchalant demeanor made William on the ground pause, his voice caught in his throat. All the resentment and anger he felt were stuck in his throat, and he could no longer utter any harsh words. He could only look at the man in front of him with hatred, who had defeated his subordinates as easily as if he had crushed a few ants.

"Don't look at me like that, 'Doctor,' it makes me look like the bad guy."

"You betrayed your own race to help those monsters, how can you be a good person?"

The man on the ground looked at Luo Xia with disdain, as if he were something filthy.

A crimson bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from Luo Xia's body, accurately striking the man's right leg on the ground, blasting the leg, which had only been grazed by a stray bullet, into a cloud of blood mist, causing a shrill scream.

"They are not monsters, but human beings. Compared to them, you, who tried to use your own Initiator as a shield, are the real monster. That child trusted you so much, daring to charge at me, yet you betrayed her!"

"Hehehe," William coughed up a long string of hoarse laughter mixed with blood and foam on the ground, looking at Rorschach as if he were looking at a madman.

"It's just a tool that can be replaced when it breaks, so where does the trust come from? As for you, judging from your age, you must have experienced the war eight years ago, right? Having experienced that brutal war, why do you still sympathize with these monsters?"

"They're just cubs with Gastrea blood flowing through their veins; they'll all grow into those hideous monsters sooner or later. I'm just eliminating those threats ahead of time. What did I do wrong?"

'Crack!'

A thunderous roar erupted, and the man's other leg was reduced to ashes by the violent energy. At the same time, Luo Xia's calm voice rang out.

"I've said it before, they are human beings."

William, whose legs had been vaporized by the lightning, clung to his neck, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Rorschach, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be a soldier, right?"

Lightly leaping off the tank that had been melted into a semi-solid state by his own lightning strike, Rorschach slowly walked step by step to the man on the ground, looking down at the man who had used his Initiator as a shield to shoot at him.

Looking at the little girl huddled in the corner crying in the system interface, Luo Xia looked at William as if he were looking at a piece of trash.

"As a soldier, I understand your deep-seated hatred for the Gastrea that killed your comrades and loved ones after the Gastrea War eight years ago. But if you truly want revenge for your comrades and loved ones, you should pick up your weapon, rush beyond that ridiculous monolith, and avenge yourself against the monsters that still ravage your former homeland. Instead of pointing your gun at innocent children, which should be aimed at the enemy."

"Those...monsters...are...my...enemies, my enemies."

Looking at the man who, even in his current state, showed no remorse whatsoever, Luo Xia expressionlessly raised his foot and stepped on that repulsive face.

“There’s a saying in my hometown: ‘The brave are angry and draw their swords against the stronger. The cowardly are angry and draw their swords against the weaker. In an incurable nation, there must be many heroes who only glare at children.’ Your behavior can only be described in one word.”

"coward!"

With a gentle push, the strong thighs buried the ugly head deep into the earth, so that this abhorrent filth would never see the light of day again.

The fifth update you requested is almost 12000 words long; the tofu has practically turned into dried tofu.

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Overwhelming Destruction

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Overwhelming Destruction

In the clear, bright sky, several jet fighters headed toward the edge of the city. Although they were bewildered by the emergency combat mission, their military instincts led them to obey orders.

"Didn't headquarters say it was a Level 5 Gastrea invasion? That's a warning that's only issued when encountering Level 5 Gastrea. How come I haven't seen anything? Apart from some thick smoke, there's no trace of Gastrea here at all?"

"Let's search more carefully; it might be hidden somewhere."

"We'll be near our target once we get past these clouds. Get ready for battle."

"boom!!!"

A violent explosion and intense flames caused the squadron, which had been flying in a V-formation, to be instantly reduced to an "eight" shape by the unknown attack. The remaining four aircraft almost instinctively rolled to either side to avoid the debris from the explosion.

"This is the control center. What just happened? Why did the signal from Carrier Pigeon One disappear?"

"This is Carrier Pigeon Two. We have encountered an unknown attack. Repeat, we have encountered an unknown attack!"