Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Shaking his head, he looked at the tarot card again, and it was still the same as usual.

"Let's go, time for class."

"Anyway, tarot card readings are just for psychological comfort."

Nico Yazawa patted Nozomi Tojo on the shoulder and said casually.

Humans are contradictory in this way: when they get good cards in a tarot reading, they are absolutely certain of the tarot's power and truth.

However, when the divination results do not meet one's expectations, one should abandon the idea of ​​categorizing all divination methods, including tarot cards, as superstition and a means of psychological comfort.

Nodding, Nozomi Tojo followed Nico Yazawa out of the activity room.

Neither of them noticed.

In the reflection on the glass, Nozomi Tojo's figure seemed to move a beat slower than in reality.

In a certain world—

"Hmm? It seems like something interesting has happened?"

The young Tokiwa Sougo stopped what he was doing, and a slight smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Originally, I was just playing along with a few clueless rebels to add some fun to the game.

But something interesting seems to have happened.

A glint flashed in his eyes as Tokiwa Sougo's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"Woz."

The moment Tokiwa Sougo's voice fell, Woz appeared behind him and knelt down on one knee.

"What are your orders, Lord Demon King?"

"Let's go to Luo Zhen's world and see what choices that girl will make."

By controlling the clock, Tokiwa Sougo can barely 'see' what's happening in that world.

Although it can only be placed around the clock face, it is enough.

"Received, Demon King."

He lowered his head in response, and then Woz disappeared from the room.

Even after Woz disappeared, Tokiwa Sougo's smile remained on his face.

Chapter 586 Facehugger

The city lights twinkled at night, and the streets were filled with people out having fun.

Long ago, before humans mastered fire, nighttime was a very dangerous time.

Whenever night falls, human ancestors would choose to return to their settlements or dwellings to hide and endure the night.

As time progressed, although humans mastered fire, their fear of the night gradually diminished.

However, most people still choose not to go out at night and stay at home.

The best way to pass the long nights is naturally to engage in some kind of procreation activity.

Throughout human history, the idea that night equals reproduction seems to be ingrained in our genes.

Not to mention during the day, but every night some people seem to break free from their constraints and unleash their true nature, embarking on a journey of seeking pleasure and debauchery.

"You're here so early tonight."

"Aren't you the same?"

The dazzling neon lights shone brightly, and the various colored lights, which could be described as light pollution, shone wildly in all directions.

The scents of perfume and alcohol mingled together, stimulating one's senses.

Screams, cheers, and noise.

Various sounds rang out in the small dance hall, only to be drowned out by deafening music.

Fast-paced music played non-stop, interspersed with cheers and screams, all to better stir people's emotions.

People here are like people whose reason has completely evaporated, leaving only their most primal instincts.

The instinct to pursue joy.

The tightly closed eyes seemed to be to avoid the glaring light, or perhaps to see brilliant colors in the darkness.

Her disheveled hair swung wildly with the twisting of her body.

Sweat and perfume mingled together.

This is what people usually call a nightclub.

A young man with dyed blond hair helped a woman whose face was obscured stagger out of a nightclub.

Passersby glanced at it and then paid it no further attention.

Everyone knows what kind of people go to nightclubs.

Even though I drink, smoke, and go to bars, I'm a good girl.

There are good girls even if you go to nightclubs.

I don't know if girls who go to nightclubs are good girls.

But I know good girls don't go to nightclubs.

With his left hand supporting the woman beside him, the blond man vigorously wiped his face, trying to clear his head.

Let's just call this guy the blond man for now.

The author, Lazy Dog, really didn't want to bother giving the minor characters a name.

Looking at the woman beside him, the blond man's lips curled into a smug smile.

Tonight's hunt was another great success.

This woman will become the 27th victim in his phone's collection.

So, girls these days really need to protect themselves.

The outside world isn't so great.

There used to be more good people than bad people; now there are more bad people than good people.

After all, most people are neither good nor bad; they are just ordinary people.

"Tsk, we don't have enough money."

The man rummaged in his pocket and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He was originally unemployed, otherwise he wouldn't have been going to bars every day.

The money for rent was paid by his group of 'girlfriends'.

Great people have their wisdom, and ordinary people have theirs.

In this day and age, even scum have their own ways of surviving.

Some scum can even transform themselves into internet celebrities, living glamorous yet corrupt lives.

Others will naturally follow suit when they see it.

So sometimes we really shouldn't blame society for being superficial.

After adjusting his position, the blond man continued to help the woman walk towards his rented room.

Along the way, there were bound to be various attempts to take advantage of others.

However, just as they were passing through a dark alley, a strange sound rang out.

It was as if some heavy object had been pushed aside.

"Hmm? What's the sound?"

The slightly drunk man looked into the depths of the alley with a puzzled expression, trying to see what was happening inside.

Could someone be so hungry as to just stand on the roadside?

An idea popped into the man's head.

Normally, he might have been very interested in going over to take a look.

Who knows, I might even be able to join them.

But let's forget about it for now. After glancing at the woman beside him, the blond man prepared to leave.

But the one in the alley was clearly not going to let the blond man leave so easily.

"laugh--"

"puff!!"

The sound of wind breaking rang out, and before the man could react, a warm sensation soaked his shoulder.

A few drops of red liquid splashed into his field of vision.

It looks incredibly eerie.

'Eh? ’

The man's eyes widened little by little as the pain gradually spread.

But before the man could even cry out in pain, a tremendous force dragged him into the dark alley.

With a "thud," the woman being helped fell to the ground.

The head with long, black hair made intimate contact with the ground, but thankfully there was no bleeding.

The pain instantly brought the woman back to her senses, and she cried out in pain.

"what!"

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

The cries of pain attracted the attention of several passersby.

They didn't notice that something was lurking in the alley.

The monster, called the Alien, thrashed its tail impatiently.

Its two sharp front paws slid restlessly across the ground.

After a while, the alien seemed to have received some kind of instruction and abandoned the two humans at the alley entrance.

Its well-developed limbs moved alternately as it burrowed into the sewer, its long tail covering the sewer manhole.

The alien moved with remarkable agility once it entered the sewers, without the slightest pause as it transitioned from light to darkness.

As it passed a fork in the road, an envelope soaked in sewage caught its attention.

The letter seemed to have been crumpled into a ball, then unfolded again under the influence of running water.

The paper seems to be of good quality.

Tilting its head, the alien hesitated for a second before ignoring the letter.

Now, it's going back.

However, before leaving, it still remembered the scent of the letter.

It didn't have any special meaning; it was just something I did on the side.

As the sewer extended out, the blond-haired man stared in horror at the large and small monsters before him.

He wanted to call for help, but who could hear him here?

The next second, a facehugger pounced on the man's face, and soon his struggles and weak cries for help ceased.

This man joined the outdoor activities in a different way.

The gaze moved upwards from the man's corpse.

Countless aliens stood silently beside the man's corpse, and in the deepest part, a giant alien queen looked at the man's body on the ground.

In a daze, it seemed to be laughing.

As time passed, the sky gradually brightened.