A female-oriented system, but the worldview is a little off?

What is the origin of this weird monster?!

The bartender gritted his teeth and uttered word by word.

"You...are you from the same organization as those who call themselves 'the company'?"

Hear this.

The bearded uncle smiled and waved his hand.

"'Company'? No, no, no, you misunderstood."

"...If you insist, we are still competitors in the same industry, right? But I dare not compare myself to those who are willing to maintain their bottom line in this era."

Seeing that the bartender didn't seem to be preparing to serve any more drinks, he picked up the bottle of beer he had brought with him when he entered the door and took a big gulp.

He wiped the wine foam from the corner of his mouth and said with a faint smile with an ambiguous tone.

“The company I run…it’s called Chaos.”

"It was only created in the past few years and isn't very famous. I don't know if you've heard of it."

059-A cradle of comfort, a poison in the name of eternity

"...Competing rival?"

The bartender stared at the drunk in front of him and said in a deep voice: "If that's the case, then we should be able to cooperate."

Saying this.

All he wanted in his heart was to delay time.

What is the Chaos organization? He had never heard of it.

He said earlier that he enjoyed chatting with customers to gather intelligence, and that was indeed true.

After all, watching those humans desperately reveal everything they know in order to survive.

Talking about the fact that he had elderly parents and young children to take care of, he just begged him to spare his life. It was really an interesting entertainment.

Famous organizations for countermeasures against abnormal projects, such as "Company", "Night Watch", "Pure Ghost House", "Hunting Abnormal Security Group" and so on...

These were all parts that he casually wrote down during the process.

But Chaos?

He had never heard of this fake force before and didn't know where it came from.

The bartender narrowed his eyes slightly.

He admitted that the strange aura of this man did make him feel a little apprehensive...

But what about that?

This is within his territory!

Even in this city, those hateful abnormal masters only dared to hide cowardly outside his territory and launch sneak attacks.

As long as he is in this space, he can control the rules at will and is absolutely invincible!

Thinking of this...

The bartender calmed down a little, put away his previous panic and regained some of his aura as a dominant person.

Fortunately, this drunkard might have been too confident and did not attack immediately.

This gave him ample time to prepare and to gather all the strength he could mobilize at once.

Now, he has regained the upper hand.

"You mean cooperation?"

Maybe he was really drunk, or maybe he had other plans, the drunk uncle smiled and asked in a friendly manner.

"That's right!" The bartender raised his lips and stared at the sloppy drunkard who was half lying on the table in front of him.

He laughed loudly and said, "If that 'company' is our common enemy, then why don't we choose to cooperate?"

There was a shadow in his eyes, and he spoke firmly in a firm tone.

"I can see that you have killed many, many people. The number is definitely not less than mine."

"It's like the aroma of aged wine. You have a lot of souls brewing in you."

"Have you ever experienced a battle? Or participated in the destruction of an entire city? The traces of being in a high-density distortion field for many years cannot deceive my sense of smell."

There was a hint of hostility in the bartender's tone, and his gaze shifted to that of his fellow man, and he laughed in a deep voice as if mocking him.

"A cruel executioner like you will definitely not be able to fit in with that group of people. They will never accept someone like you with blood on your hands."

"That's normal. How could a group of weak lambs allow a ferocious lion to appear in their tribe?"

"But I am different. I admit that you are qualified to cooperate with me."

"——Come on, don't you think the night in this city is too boring?"

"Let it be dyed with the scarlet of beauty, and expose the truth to everyone. Then you will have the opportunity to live uprightly in the sun, right?"

The words fell.

The music that had stopped before started playing again like a symphony...

It was like rubbing bones against a tombstone, a cold and eerie, hoarse noise that made one's scalp tingle.

The font on the blackboard where the menu was placed was pale, and blood was seeping out of it, dripping onto the ground.

The invisible pressure forces the spirit, and the temptation to alienate the soul seems to distort people's rationality, making it impossible for them to refuse this tempting offer.

At the bartender's whim.

The entire bar suddenly became a den of evil filled with weirdness and murderous intent.

——As if to foreshadow what a bleak and bloody end this city, enjoying the peaceful night, will face.

but.

As the bartender expected, the killer in front of him, who had killed countless people, agreed to the future he proposed.

But it did not appear.

"Ha ha....."

It was as if I heard a joke.

The bearded uncle, who was wearing a tattered dark brown windbreaker and looked like a sloppy drunk, shook his head and chuckled.

After a while, he said with emotion: "I have to say, you are right in at least one point."

"I am indeed a bastard who is destined to go to hell."

"After all, what I want to do is the same as you. I am prepared to tear apart the thin film of mercy and compassion that bestows human civilization... Let the vast majority of ordinary people who are immersed in beautiful dreams be exposed to the desperate reality and die."

"What do you mean?" Hearing the malice in the drunk's words, the bartender narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The gloomy jazz music in the background suddenly became sharp and loud!

He said in a deep voice: "Since we are of the same kind, shouldn't you choose to cooperate with me?"

"No, no, no, you seem to have misunderstood something."

The drunken man staggered to his feet.

He said with a casual smile: "Mice and whales are both classified as mammals...but is there really anyone who would classify them as one?"

"Cooperation? Just you?"

——Undisguised blatant sarcasm.

For the bartender who has been hunted all day and is in a red-hot, blood-rage state at all times.

It can be said to be the last flame to ignite the firewood!

Just as the bartender was so angry that he started laughing.

The nerves are transmitted to the brain, and the brain is immediately prepared to attack with all its strength.

call out!

The trigger is pulled and the muzzle is extremely accurate.

The electromagnetically propelled Gauss pistol fired a special steel bullet that was strong enough to penetrate several walls, and it hit the bartender's death area above the nose and between his eyes.

The simple skill of drawing a gun is not enough to describe the speed of this uncle's attack.

With perfect marksmanship that was close to the simplest formula, he achieved results that exceeded the limits of the human body.

however.

——The bullet failed to penetrate the target's head, and blood and brain matter were ejected.

".....You seem to be so arrogant, but this is the result?"

The bartender reached out his hand with a look of doubt and took down the bullet that was spinning wildly in front of his nose, which was fixed by an invisible force.

And burst into laughter.

.....It would be a lie to say he wasn't frightened.

Even though it was within his territory, the drunkard's attack speed was too fast.

There wasn't even the slightest intention to kill.

It was like putting the bullet directly in his face!

But fortunately.

No matter how good the drunkard's gun skills are, the gun in his hand is rubbish and can't break his own rule defense at all.

Just when the bartender sneered and was about to say something sarcastic after surviving a disaster.

"Alas, as expected, this standard-issue pistol has little effect on anomalies numbered [2] and above."

The drunkard, however, took the initiative to throw the expensive high-tech electromagnetic gun to the ground and shrugged.

"It's been thirty years..."

"Even if we make the most of the weapon's details, we are still using the performance of one part as if it were five."

"But that's it."

“All the developments in these cities are still exactly the same as they were more than 150 years ago.”

He sighed deeply, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes and depth of life.

He chuckled and muttered to himself, "After all, with that membrane in place...all civilization developments that 'exceed normal limits' will be unconditionally blocked."

“The cradle that was originally built for survival eventually became the euthanasia of the entire civilization.”

"What a ridiculous irony this ending is."

The bartender frowned.

He couldn't understand what the man was saying, nor did he understand why the man had attacked and was unable to cause any harm to him.

Yet he still managed to look fearless.

Did he still think he wouldn't die?

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

The bartender said coldly, no longer having the patience to play with this arrogant yet incompetent human.

"Now, go to hell."

He picked up the cocktail glass and began to shake it skillfully.

Then the whole bar started to shake.

This is the most deadly and irresistible killer move of this blue love!

At the cost of the soul's inventory.

——Turning the entire bar into a cocktail glass in your hand, unconditionally mixing any life in it into wine.

The bartender closed his eyes in enjoyment and concentrated on shaking the shaker in his hand.