The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

The final enemy is still the Tower of Babel.

"..."

In Carly's arms, Perlis buried her head completely and closed her eyes.

Are those rule makers holding daggers born with the power to judge all living things? Is it necessarily the best result that their instincts are infinitely magnified?

Pearls didn't know, no one knew.

She likes rain, but more people like sunny days, so what? Does it really matter who is right or wrong?

If she is thirsty, she will make it rain heavily from the sky.

This world is ability-oriented. If that’s the case, why bother worrying about right or wrong?

Who decides the truth?

Is it the rain addict or the man holding the dagger?

"..."

Amid the sound of raindrops, Perlis fell into a deep sleep, and the sea of ​​flowers appeared and disappeared in front of her again.

She heard the whispers from the stars again, lingering in her ears.

"Perlis, you are from..."

At the moment before her consciousness was about to disappear, Perlis believed that she would eventually reach the ideal sea of ​​flowers.

......

"Protocol 3... has been approved..."

"Performing particle experiments..."

The slender factor energy laser shot out and hit the black stone on the test bench. With the heating effect brought by the factor energy, the black stone gradually melted and finally turned into a pool of liquid, which slightly spread in the petri dish.

"complete."

The artificial intelligence in the laboratory made a cold announcement. After confirming that everything was correct, the old man gently picked up the petri dish containing the black liquid, placed it under a microscope, and began to observe the dynamics of these black particles in microscopic form.

"Wonderful substance..."

Laplace turned the knob of the microscope slightly, clicking his tongue in approval.

"Signs of life are obvious...but there is no basic structure...Perhaps, this is also an option..."

The black liquid was slightly pulsating in the petri dish, with tiny tentacles protruding from the surface from time to time. This strange substance reminded Laplace of magnetic fluid, but the similarity was only in appearance, and the essence was very different.

Just as Laplace was fascinated by the things under the microscope, a soft voice came:

"Laplace-sama."

"Wait," Laplace raised a hand without looking back, "very soon."

The voice stopped talking, and Laplace began to collect data from the experiment. He was focused, and his silver eyes barely blinked. Not long after, when Laplace finished collecting data, he turned his head and faced the light blade:

"Mercury...how?"

"It was thrilling, but the result was good," Blackcoat Mercury lowered his head slightly, "The sample has been recovered and the catalyst has been injected."

"Does she have any memories?"

"According to the Eye's observation, no, she forgot."

"very good."

Laplace muttered, turned back to the test bench, and began to work.

"Put the sample in the background. I'll take a look at it later."

"receive."

Mercury disappeared lightly, while Laplace was debugging the equipment, preparing to start the next round of experiments.

"Protocol 3 detection."

The tall and thin figure stood alone in front of the test bench, quickly and efficiently executing everything his brain had planned for him.

Behind him, a feast for the lambs unfolds in the shadow of the Tower of Babel.

...END....

2) The Broken Wrist

"Quick, this way!"

"Don't worry, don't worry...let me take a breath..."

Between the high-rise buildings built with containers in Shouma Lane, Yu's favorite clock tower is standing tall, not far away.

Kemp was running out of breath in the muddy alley, and it seemed that he would die at any time. Jessica was running like crazy, and Kemp couldn't even catch up with her.

"Haha..ha..you can run so fast..."

Exhausted, Kemp stopped and bent over to catch his breath. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto his muddy shoes. Perhaps the hike back from the city today had exhausted his energy, and he was a little exhausted at this moment.

"What? Why are you so weak?" the girl's voice came. Kemp looked up and found Jessica not far away looking at him with disdain. "Can you go to the competition like this?"

"Hey, I've been running all day," Kemp waved his hand, "Please be considerate...slow down..."

"Hurry up. If mom wakes up and no one is around, she will be worried."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there...very..."

However, before Kemp could finish, a huge roar came from the sky, causing pain in his eardrums.

"Buzzing—"

"Huh!? What is that..."

Kemp raised his head subconsciously, and what he saw shocked him -

"This...this is..."

Under the dark clouds, a huge sky carrier was passing over Shouma Lane at a very low altitude, stirring up a storm between the buildings. With the roar of the energy engine, the buildings piled up with containers trembled slightly and were about to fall. In the distance, the clock tower was pressed into a black outline by the shadow cast by the carrier, appearing extremely small.

The mothership obscured the sky, filling Kemp's entire field of vision like a solar eclipse. He stared in amazement at the dozen or so thrusters below the mothership emitting blue flames of factor energy, pushing the huge ship forward, gliding under the black clouds like a giant eagle swooping down from low altitude.

Looking up at such a huge beast in the sky flying overhead, Kemp's mouth opened slightly, and he was speechless for a moment.

Is this the [Federal "Condemnation-class" Admir Sky Eye Mothership] that the sister mentioned?

If he wanted to participate in the competition, he would have to fly to the Tower of Babel on such a giant?

Before long, the giant creature passed the outline of Shouma Lane and flew towards the Tower of Babel in the distance. Although the shadow of the giant beast was far away, the wind it stirred up still swept across the ground in waves, blowing everything on the ground to the ground.

Kemp was stunned for a long time. When he came to his senses, he found that the girl standing not far from him was also looking up and staring at the back of the sky carrier in a daze.

Kemp saw a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Cough cough..."

Kemp tried to pull himself out of the sudden shock. He cleared his throat, walked to Jessica's side, and patted her on the back:

"Hey! Are you scared?"

Jessica turned her head suddenly and bumped into Kemp's fake smiling face, and she couldn't help but pouting slightly.

"It's understandable..." Jessica muttered, "It's so... big..."

"You need to practice your courage, girl." Kemp pretended to be indifferent in order to save his face. "It will be difficult to achieve anything if you continue like this."

"Come on, you... like to pretend..."

Jessica flicked Kemp's head and turned away.

"Where's your hat?"

After Jessica's reminder, Kemp touched his head and found that his hat had been blown away. His face flushed red, and he seemed to want to make an excuse. He caught up with Jessica:

"Accidental!"

"You have to practice your courage, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed."

"I already said it was an accident!"

"Let's go...don't waste time."

......

"Haha... I'm so tired..."

After climbing up the bell tower, Kemp saw the young man sitting on the edge of the railing at a glance.

He was wearing a black raincoat and a hood, his back was thin, and his legs were stretched out over the edge of the bell tower. Kemp saw the tattered sniper rifle in the boy's hand at a glance - he was looking around through the sniper scope at the outline of Slender Horse Lane.

Before Kemp could speak, the boy spoke first:

"I see you guys are here, what's up?"

The boy did an extremely dangerous backflip and landed on the ground at the top of the tower. He turned around, and his handsome face under the hood met Kemp's gaze.

Yu, a "sniper" who never says his name.

"I came to say hello to you," Kemp said, "Look, Xiaoxi is here too. We haven't chatted for a long time, so why don't we -"

"You want to drag me into the competition?"

The words came out of Rain's mouth, causing Kemp to be slightly stunned.

This guy, how did he know?

"Yes...yes..." Kemp stuttered, "How did you..."

"Haha... Isn't this simple?"

Yu turned around, rested his arms on the railing at the top of the tower, and raised the sniper rifle again.

"The two of you plus me, three of us, are just enough to participate in the competition."

Hey! There is no such reasoning!

Kemp and Jessica looked at each other and exchanged helpless looks. However, this also saved the time of greeting each other, which was good.

Looking at Yu's back, Kemp said:

"So, will you join us?"

"Join you? You will hold me back."

Yu was still looking at the sniper scope, looking very focused.

"I am preparing to enter the [Competition] alone, just like the [Pure White Fireworks] once did, and climb to the top of the Tower of Babel alone."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Jessica couldn't help but complain.

"I am very sure."

Yu turned around, the broken gun in his hand was full of patches, but his eyes were very determined.

"I was born to stand on top of the tower. I am unstoppable."

A feeling of embarrassment that made him tap his toes spread throughout Kemp's body. He couldn't help but cover his head slightly, feeling helpless and not knowing what to say.

Is this a case of Chuunibyou? Or is he deliberately using this irritating statement to mess with people's mentality?

Kemp calmed down a little, and when he was sure that he could speak properly, he opened his mouth slightly:

"This is a serious matter... I hope you can take it seriously," Kemp's voice became much deeper. "Aunt Enlia's illness can no longer be delayed. I have a plan. If you can join, there will be a chance."

"Oh? Tell me about it?" Yu raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It's simple," Kemp straightened himself up, "There's a loophole in the competition mechanism."

"What loophole?" Jessica was a little surprised. "You didn't tell me before?"

“I told you before that we could exploit the rules of the contest,” Kemp said, “and there’s a big hole in the logic of the rules.”

Kemp took a deep breath and repeated the rules of the competition that the older sister had told him to his two companions. Jessica listened very carefully, while Yu looked absent-minded, as if he had already remembered everything.

After finishing his retelling, Kemp took another deep breath and then began to talk about the loopholes he had discovered:

"So, what determines whether you advance or retreat from the competition is not your ability to kill enemies head-on, but whether you can obtain a dog tag. And everyone who wants to retreat or advance actually only needs a dog tag."

"But even so, don't we still need to snatch the dog tags?" Yu curled her lips in disdain, "Just go up and do it, it's such a simple thing."