Manager, give me a membership card too!

Wailing, screaming, running blindly in panic.

With each approach of the enormous figure wielding countless tentacles in the distance, the chaos in Tokyo intensified. When the chaos reached its peak, a riot inevitably broke out.

Fear and despair filled everyone's hearts. As long as they could survive, even for just one more second, these people were capable of anything.

They smashed, looted, burned—venting their negative emotions wantonly. Since death was inevitable, why should I obey those pointless laws? I've endured enough; can't I even have a moment of madness before I die?

Countless men and women, usually kind and gentle, have revealed their darkest sides in this terrible crisis. Things they wouldn't dare to do or even think about normally, they do now with ease, and no one can punish them. Even the police and government, who are supposed to maintain order, are now overwhelmed and even actively participate in these acts of violence.

“Lord Odin once said, ‘Even the worst order is infinitely better than mere chaos.’ I didn’t believe it before, but now I understand it a little.”

On a high-rise building in Tokyo, a girl in a black JK uniform silently gazed at the chaotic city below, her eyes devoid of any emotion, as if the ugly things happening nowadays could not stir the slightest ripple in her heart.

"Did Lord Rorschach say something like that? I don't remember. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, everyone seems to be having a good time, right?"

A girl with short blue-gray hair next to the girl in black chimed in nonchalantly, her gaze towards the street below even carrying a hint of eagerness.

"Don't cause any trouble, Hina. Just complete the mission. Didn't you want to get close to Enju? I heard she seems to be short of points lately. You can start from there."

"Hey! That's a great idea! How come I didn't think of that! Thank you, Kisara-neechan, I'm off right now!"

Awakened by the girl in black, the blue-haired girl let out a soft exclamation and then rushed excitedly downstairs. The girl who was still standing in place glanced at the huge wooden ship that had entered Tokyo Bay behind her, and then vanished in a flash.

The two of them had come to Tokyo ahead of time to prepare for what was to come. Although Luo Xia didn't mind if more of these scumbags died, he would still feel a little awkward if they all died and the ship returned empty.

In a secluded alley in Tokyo, a woman who looked to be around thirty years old cautiously peeked out of the alleyway. After finding that no one was paying attention to her, she quickly picked up a petite figure wearing a hoodie and a mask and ran towards a car parked on the side of the street.

People with flustered expressions would pass by her from time to time. Whenever someone passed by, the woman would instinctively protect the figure in her arms, preventing others from touching the person.

"Mommy...I'm scared...there are so many people here..."

"Mai, don't be afraid. We'll be in the car soon. Once we're in the car, we'll be safe. Mommy will definitely take you away from here, Mommy promises."

The child in the young woman's arms seemed to have never seen so many people before, especially such a chaotic and even frantic crowd. Somewhat timid, the child huddled closer to the woman. The young woman, comforting her daughter, hugged her even tighter.

After navigating the streets where crowds occasionally rushed by, the young woman finally arrived at her destination—a somewhat old, silver-gray sedan.

Setting the child down, the woman cautiously looked around before slowly pulling out her car keys. In this dangerous moment, even the slightest negligence could come at a bloody price. Just like the countless shops she had seen on her way here—the burning houses and the blood-soaked storefronts—clearly told her that the world was no longer safe.

'Click~'

The soft sound of the car door opening brought a rare smile to the woman's usually tense face. Without even opening the other door, she picked up her daughter and climbed into the car.

With a soft, crisp sound, the car door slowly closed. It was merely a metal and glass door, yet it seemed to separate two worlds. Inside the car, all was peaceful; outside, chaos reigned.

Ignoring her feelings of relief and joy at surviving such a close call, the young woman placed the child in her arms in the driver's seat next to her, inserted the key, and started the car.

Once, twice, three times.

The car engine, like a dying ox, emitted a wheezing sound, as if struggling in its death throes. After a couple of feeble attempts, it fell completely silent.

The engine...didn't start.

The young woman, who had initially felt somewhat relieved, became anxious again and, as if in disbelief, turned the car key once more.

Once, twice, three times.

After a few painful howls, the engine fell silent again, along with the nascent hope that had just risen within the car of the mother and daughter.

"Mommy, we can't leave, right?"

The daughter's question, tinged with tears, quickly brought the young woman's previously dazed expression back to normal. She forced a gentle smile, leaned forward to wipe away the tears streaming from her daughter's eyes, and said firmly:

"Don't worry, Mai, Mommy will definitely take you away from this place!"

After comforting her agitated daughter, the young woman let out a long sigh of relief. She took out the car keys, held them in her palm, and silently prayed for a moment before suddenly opening her eyes.

Insert the key, turn it slightly, and lightly press the accelerator; the engine emits a muffled sound.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds...

It didn't stop?!

The engine didn't stop?!

The car started!!!

The dashboard lights up one by one, and the familiar scene tells the women that they are saved!

The woman couldn't help but pat the steering wheel in front of her, venting her excitement.

But now is not the time to celebrate. The frenzied crowds outside and the ever-present threat of Gastrea still jeopardize her and her daughter's lives. Therefore, leaving the city is now their only way to survive.

But how can they leave?

In a daze, the woman recalled encountering several figures dressed in black robes, acting suspiciously, on the street. As she passed them, she overheard them discussing their church's private ship in Tokyo Bay.

Tokyo Bay? Regardless of whether the news is true or false, the current situation leaves no room for further hesitation on the woman's part.

With practiced ease, she shifted gears, accelerated, and the dilapidated car began to drive through the chaotic streets. But she hadn't gone far when she had to slam on the brakes. A young girl covered in blood was blocking her path.

"Save me, please save me!"

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The Ironblood Capture mode is really good, but the cooldown is too painful. The new Contingency Contract seems a bit difficult, but thankfully, there are strategies to follow.

Chapter 136 There's Only One Truth! (6000+ words, please subscribe)

Chapter 136 There's Only One Truth! (6000+ words, please subscribe)

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On a small road leading to Tokyo Bay, a dilapidated silver-gray sedan drove smoothly. In the driver's seat sat a young housewife, around 30 years old, with a ponytail, intently observing the surrounding road conditions to prevent any unnecessary accidents.

Chaos, disorder, and madness are the hallmarks of Tokyo at this time.

The army was routed and annihilated, and the government was paralyzed and left without governance. The last message everyone received through the media was that the defenses had fallen, and citizens were urged to evacuate spontaneously. The nation was powerless to maintain order; may the eight million gods protect Japan, and may everyone pray for their own good fortune.

A portly man with thinning hair was running frantically down the street. Seven or eight young men with sinister grins were chasing after him, shouting something as they ran.

Perhaps due to a lack of exercise, or perhaps due to bad luck, the portly man suddenly tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, rolling heavily several times in a very awkward manner on the hard concrete pavement.

On any other day, this fall might have been just a little embarrassing. But today, it cost that man his life.

The young men who had initially been about to give up were overjoyed at the sight. They quickly ran a few steps and surrounded the well-to-do man who was clutching his calf and groaning in pain. They held several gleaming daggers in their hands, and a dark and terrifying shadow enveloped the area.

Somewhat stiffly, the young woman turned her neck, only able to vaguely observe what happened next through the rearview mirror. All she could see was the dark red bloodstains gradually spreading out from the crowd.

"Ah, I've seen that man before. I heard he's the owner of a chemical plant in the outer district. He's extremely harsh on his employees, frequently resorting to physical punishment and humiliation, and the workload is incredibly heavy. But because the wages are high, no one has quit; they all silently endure it. I heard that someone even jumped off a building a while ago because they couldn't take it anymore. How...interesting..."

A clear, excited female voice came from the back seat of the car, leaving the young woman in the driver's seat momentarily at a loss for words.

It was a pink-haired girl whose school uniform was stained with blood. She claimed to be a student at a middle school in Tokyo, being chased by a madman and seriously injured. She hoped the young woman could help her escape.

Seeing the girl's pitiful appearance, the young woman softened and agreed to let her into the car. But for some reason, ever since the girl got in, the atmosphere inside the car became increasingly strange and heavy, until finally, she even felt that breathing was becoming difficult.

The somber atmosphere became even more pronounced after the young woman saw the girl's eerie smile as she gazed out the car window at the tragedy.

The dilapidated silver-gray sedan drove on, gradually approaching Tokyo Bay. It smoothly rounded a corner, the buildings that had been obstructing its view disappeared, and the three people inside the car were suddenly greeted by a bright and open vista.

Gone were the towering concrete buildings of the city; everything outside the harbor was laid bare before the three. The boundless sea, the bustling port, and the 'moving island' slowly approaching from the harbor.

What a magnificent ship it was, as steady and imposing as a mountain. Just looking at that ship made all the panic in the young woman's heart disappear, replaced by a surge of relief that she had survived a disaster.

We're saved! There really is a ship in the harbor to escape to! Those people didn't lie to me! As long as we can find a way to get on that ship, Mai and I can survive!

That's great! That's great!!

Just as the young woman was feeling fortunate about her decision, a voice, also tinged with excitement, rang out, accompanied by a petite figure leaning out of the back seat and into the driver's seat.

"Wow~ This is spectacular! Lux, this is the first time I've ever seen such a big ship! Is this the Tokyo ward government's trump card? Or is it a rescue ship from another country?"

Clinging to the backs of the driver's and passenger's seats, the girl who called herself Lux gazed at the massive wooden ship in the distance with a longing in her eyes, seemingly impatient. However, at that moment, the young woman's daughter, who had remained silent throughout in the passenger seat, suddenly spoke.

"Is your name Lux? That's a lovely name. My name is Mai Ouma, you can just call me Mai. May I know your full name?"

"Of course you can." The girl named Lux ​​smiled and touched Mai Sakura's cheek, inch by inch, very carefully, just like a housewife picking out meat at the market.

"Big sister, my name is Lacus, I am of Japanese and Dutch descent. Mai-chan can just call me Lacus-neechan."

"I see, I understand. Lux-neechan, may Mai ask another question?"

"Sure, Mai-chan is so cute...you can ask me as many questions as you want."

A pink-haired girl in a blood-stained school uniform smiled radiantly, while a cute little girl in a hoodie looked utterly innocent. It should have been a heartwarming scene, but for some reason, the young woman driving the dilapidated silver-gray sedan felt a chill run through her body, and her limbs began to stiffen. This abnormality reached its peak the moment Mai Sakura asked her next question.

"Lacus-neechan, what is Ryugu Rena to you?"

The soft, sweet voice of the little girl instantly turned the atmosphere in the car icy. The girl, who had been all smiles, paused, then smiled and asked the hooded little girl in the passenger seat a question.

"Where did Mai-chan learn about this name?"

"From Lux's name tag."

"Name badge?"

The girl lowered her head in confusion, only to see a pair of impressive breasts. She tentatively reached out and touched them, finally finding a rectangular metal object at the base of the breasts. Upon flipping it over, she saw a blood-stained metal name tag with the words "Ryugu Rena" printed on it.

"Oh dear, that girl Rena must have mistakenly taken my name tag again."

The girl named Lux ​​tried to explain something, but Mai Ouma's next words made her face grow increasingly grim.

"Did you take the wrong name tag? I think you probably put on the wrong clothes too, right, Lux? The size of this dress is obviously not right, whether it's the shoulders, waist, or bust. Judging from the material, it should be a very expensive fabric. A school that can afford to use this kind of fabric wouldn't make such a basic mistake."

Lux tugged at her slightly oversized clothes, about to speak, when Mai Sakura stared at her raised arm and continued:

"That Ryugu Rena must have had long nails, right? She scratched Lux's arm so badly, it must have been very painful for her."

Lux abruptly raised her hand to cover her forearm, which had been exposed when she leaned forward. Her gaze towards Mai Ouma was no longer friendly, but rather carried a hint of danger. Faced with such a cold gaze, the little girl was not afraid at all. Instead, she stood up from the passenger seat, subtly blocking the path from the back seat to the driver's seat.

What happened inside the carriage naturally caught the mother's attention.

"Ma, Ma-i?"

"Mommy, keep driving forward and don't worry about us. I still have a lot of questions to discuss with Lux."

After calming her somewhat flustered mother, Mai Sakura, who should have been timid and cowardly, instead revealed a confident smile, pointed her little finger at Lux, who had a gloomy face in the back seat, and said:

"There are knife marks on your clothes, indicating you were cut by a sharp weapon, but there are no corresponding wounds on your body. You said you were covered in blood because you were seriously injured, but you only showed us a bite mark on your palm. Judging from the size of the teeth marks, it should have been left by a woman, probably by that 'Ryugu Rena' sister?"

"As for the bloodstains, the bloodstains on the shirt are splattered, while those on the jacket are soaked. This means the shirt is yours, but the jacket belongs to someone else. You wore this jacket to cover up the scratches on your arms, didn't you?"

"Based on the evidence of clothing, wounds, bloodstains, name tag, and scratches, we can conclude that Lux, you killed someone before. Because you are a woman and not strong enough, you must have first strangled the victim to suffocate them. During this process, your hands were scratched by the struggling victim, and you even broke a fingernail."

Mai Sakura raised her hand and pointed to Lux's left hand, where a part of the girl's beautifully patterned nail was missing.

"I don't know why, but you didn't strangle the victim directly. Instead, you killed her with some kind of sharp weapon after she lost the ability to resist. Judging from the force and angle of the bloodstains on your shirt, it should have been a throat-slitting death. There are still traces of blood on your chin that haven't been wiped clean. And that victim, if I'm not mistaken, should be the original owner of this jacket, Ryugu Rena."

Although the little girl used a questioning tone, her voice was utterly certain. The way she looked at Lux was exactly the same as that of a certain washing machine whose catchphrase was "There's only one truth."

"Hehehe, what a clever and adorable little fellow." Seeing she couldn't keep up the act any longer, Lux simply dropped the pretense. She slowly pulled a blood-stained knife from her pocket, a 'smile' on her face as she looked at the two people in the driver's seat ahead, and spoke in a chilling tone:

"You're right, I did kill someone, but that bitch deserved to die! She always acted like a gentle, cute, obedient girl, like an innocent little rabbit, but behind my back she dared to steal Himeji Mizuki-senpai from me! She even used being unwell as an excuse to get Mizuki to take care of her! What's wrong with killing such a wicked woman?!"

Lux's expression was manic and her tone was wild. The knife in her hand unconsciously slashed in the air, and several times it intentionally or unintentionally slashed across Mai Sakura's front, as if she was testing something.

"I see, it's because of feelings? I understand. Now I have no more questions. Let's get started, Kisara-neechan."

"Sister Kisara? Who are you calling, my little darling? There's no one else here except your mom and me."

Mai Sakura didn't say anything, but silently took a step back, increasing the distance between herself and Lux.

"Why are you avoiding me? Do you hate me too, Mai-chan? Just like Mizuki-senpai? You hate me too?!"

Seeing the hooded girl silently retreat to the passenger seat, Lux seemed angered and reached out to grab her. But as she reached out, the girl realized something...

Where are my hands? Where did my hands go?

The bare forearm was severed at the wrist, yet strangely, there was no pain whatsoever, and not even any blood flowed.

Looking at the severed arm, the girl's eyes were filled with disbelief. She subconsciously shook the now empty arm, trying to say something, but found that she couldn't utter a single sound.

Just then, a calm and unhurried voice rang out from the roof of the vehicle:

"Tendo-style sword-drawing technique - Cloud Ridge Pique Xiongxing. A super-fast sword swing cuts through flesh, then the wound is burned with high temperature to prevent blood from spraying out. After all, there are children here, it wouldn't be good to make it too bloody."

As soon as the calm female voice finished speaking, the rear half of the silver-gray sedan shattered into countless fragments and disintegrated into a heap, scattering Lux, who had also disintegrated into countless pieces, across the roads of Tokyo, adding an eerie touch of red to this already crazy city.

However, Mai Sakura was destined not to see this scene, because a pair of snow-white small hands tightly covered her eyes, preventing her from directly facing that scene, which, although not bloody, was extremely terrifying.

"Kisara-neechan? Tendo Kisara-neechan?"

"It's me, Mai."

Held in the arms of a long-haired girl with black hair who had appeared in the passenger seat at some unknown time, Mai Sakura tentatively asked a question. After receiving an affirmative answer, she breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed into the girl's soft embrace.