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

“So many people…”

In the early morning, the outskirts of the port of Lavis were already crowded with people. Most people were separated by cordons, leaving only a few roads leading to the port.

In the crowd, Kemp raised his head and tried to find a way to get through. But even so, he was like a small boat on the sea, swaying with the waves.

"It's so crowded..." Jessica complained quietly, trying to hug herself with her arms to prevent herself from getting lost in the crowd, "I should have come earlier..."

"..." Yu floated silently among the crowd, with no desire to speak at all.

The management of the competition was really poor, Kemp thought. It seemed that he had greatly underestimated the number of participants. Even if he subtracted the half of the crowd that were there to see their families off, the remaining half would at least reach the hundreds.

Last night, as the only one among the three who could use a computer, Kemp hurriedly used the broken machine in the hotel to obtain three pass codes. The process was extremely difficult.

If the competition registration was not always open-ended, at his speed, he probably would have no chance...

However, Kemp would rather have fewer people participating in the competition - not in order to have less pressure on the battlefield, but if the crowd continues like this, he is afraid that he will be trampled to death in advance.

In the crowd, Kemp raised his hand high, trying to let the soldiers at the cordon see his already printed pass.

"Hey!! We have a pass!! Let us go first!"

However, his voice was instantly drowned out by the vast crowd, and the soldier with an irritated face didn't even look at him.

Now...I'm afraid it will take a long time.

Kemp sighed deeply, and then he tried to push forward like a sailor trying to row his oars on the waves.

......

"It's really expensive... They charge 2,000 Fed dollars per person..."

"Don't complain. Isn't it good to save trouble?"

Walking beside the waves in the harbor, Carly gently patted Perlis's back, soothing the slightly dissatisfied expression on her face.

Just now, Perlis and her group paid 6,000 federal reserve coins to be able to enter the port early through the Academi military's fast track - in fact, the unscrupulous driver who was transporting the necessary supplies just gave them a fast ride.

"The Federation could have planned the admission procedures properly. It's totally unreasonable to have so many people crowded together like this and have no order at all!"

Perlis, who is usually taciturn, actually started complaining about this kind of thing, which surprised both Pace and Carly.

"Really... there are so many people here, why don't you take the time to take care of them..."

"Little White Flower is so indignant," Carly smiled softly, "But of course they do this because it is profitable."

"You can just collect some tolls, huh, you're a bunch of dirty guys." Perlis' tone was full of disdain.

"Okay, just know it, don't curse, don't curse."

Carly said, looking up at the giant mothership docked in the port.

"But the last time I rode this thing was when I went to E-Tran..."

Above the surging waves of the sea, the [Federation's "Condemnation-class" Admir Sky Eye mothership] was floating slightly, and its huge factor energy engine was immersed in the sea water, making the sea water around the port become boiling hot.

This huge sky carrier is like a mountain, ruthlessly separating the port from the ocean, foreshadowing the powerful force of the Federation Shield.

In a few hours, countless contestants will climb this steel mountain, and then, under the gaze of fate, jump into the vortex of death.

And all of this was just a means for the Federation to select executioners and provide entertainment.

Hundreds and thousands of lives were reduced to playthings on the chessboard. In comparison, Leon Kelast's [Asura Field] was just like a child's playhouse.

"However, it is also very good to save some energy this way."

Looking at the thoughtful Pearlis, Carly tried to comfort her, obviously still thinking that she was still upset about the evil-heartedness of the federal soldiers.

"Keep your energy up and don't forget what you are here for, okay?"

"Ah."

Perlis nodded slightly and smiled at Carly.

"I am okay."

"You'd better be okay. I can't hide your little emotions from you." Carly gently scratched Perlis' nose. "After all, the little white flower's worries are written on her face, right? Thebit?"

Carly turned to Pace and realized that Pace, who was already wearing the "God of Fighting", hadn't said a word since entering the port. He looked a little dazed, his eyes were always looking forward, and he kept mumbling something.

"Ah... this guy is even more..." Carly shook her head helplessly, then patted Pace's back hard, "Hey! Pace!"

"Ah?" Pace shuddered as if awakened from a dream, "Are we going to board the ship?"

"You're so nervous..." Carly sighed, "But you're a man, a man!"

"I..I'm not nervous..."

Like the emptiness of a dream slipping away from one's eyes, Pace lowered his head again, his voice a little low.

"I just...thought about her."

"Who do you remember?"

"My sister, Lianna Monarch..."

In a trance, the fireplace and the corpse displayed beside it flashed before Pace's eyes again.

He will never forget that day, the day his sister died.

"When I think about meeting Ivar soon...I...I'm worried about myself..."

"It's okay," Perlis said calmly, "I'll take care of him quickly."

"No, I'm not afraid that I can't beat him..." Pace's voice suddenly became higher, but then quickly became lower, "I'm worried..."

"I'm worried that it will be the same as before, so I'll turn around and run away."

“…”

For a moment, the three people walking on the port road stopped talking. They all had their own thoughts in their minds, but they all came to the same conclusion at the same time.

Fate draws everyone together and weaves a big web of destiny.

The ruthless spider called "destiny" walked on the big web with its eight ugly long legs, trampling on the living beings lingering on it, making them waile in the suffering of fate and the disaster of destiny.

Those who can rarely face their fate are always fighting against the bitterness in their hearts, like struggling insects on a spider web, crawling with difficulty in the stickiness of fate.

Born with wings, why do we have to crawl just to survive?

“…”

In the silence, Pace raised his head and gave Perlis a weak smile.

"I'm still a long way from you, little princess."

"No, I'm still far from that."

Perlis did not respond to Pace's smile, but turned her head forward with a firm look.

"We are all still on the road to facing our fate."

In the breeze created by the cytokinetic engine, the girl's pure white hair fluttered slightly, like fireworks in the air. In this air mixed with heat and cold, her blood-red eyes contained a burning flame, like the morning star in the sky.

No matter what is in front of you, just crush it.

......

4) Overlooking fate (Part 2)

Finally, when Kemp was almost fainted from the crowd, they finally reached the front row and would soon be able to enter the port.

Seeing the soldier in charge of entry and exit right in front of him, Kemp motioned for Jessica and Yu to raise their passes together.

"Let us in! We have a pass!"

However, before they could shout for long, a pair of calloused hands were on his shoulders, pushing his body to the side.

"Make way (Wilkin's language)."

Kemp was almost pushed down. After he managed to stand firmly, he glared at the man, but his expression turned to surprise in an instant.

The man was old man Wilkin whom Kemp had seen in the gunsmith's shop before.

The difference from that time was that this old man was now wearing a complete set of golden armor, which was shining slightly in the rising sun.

Could he be... a Welkin Guard?

A feeling of panic instantly spread in Kemp's heart. He stared blankly at the old man who pushed through the crowd and walked all the way to the cordon. His tall and straight figure did not waver at all in the sea of ​​people.

"Pass?" The guard stretched out his hand towards the old man with a fierce look.

“…”

The old man raised his pass without saying a word. The guard scanned it with the scanner in his hand and opened his mouth again to confirm:

"Balza Durant."

"Yes."

Balza confirmed his name casually, but this name exploded in Kemp's heart like a depth bomb, stirring up a thousand huge waves.

He is..Balza Durant...?

He is... the one who...

Entering Lavis...

Killed his own father...

"Balza Durant...?"

Kemp's hands were trembling slightly, his brows were furrowed viciously, and his eyes became extremely fierce.

For a moment, Kemp wanted to pull out the pistol from the inside of his clothes and shoot the damn old man to death - he had his back to him, and if he killed him like this, wouldn't that avenge his father?

If I can avenge my father, what does it matter if I am executed here by the guards? That Wilkin man is a sinner, he deserves to die, he deserves to die a thousand times.

Kemp's hand trembled as he reached into his inner pocket. He grasped the handle of the gun and was about to pull it out.

He imagined that his father had held this gun and guarded the border of the Federation, but was stabbed through the heart by the damn old thing and died in the mud of Lavis.

He needs to... pay.

"..."

Just as Kemp made up his mind and prepared to draw his gun, a pair of small hands rested on his shoulders.

He turned his head and met Jessica's slightly worried eyes.

"Little Camp..are you okay?"

Jessica's voice became timid. While enduring the pain of being squeezed by the crowd, she looked at Kemp with concern, as if his pain was also affecting her.

Yes...and she also needs to...help her rescue Aunt Enlia.

Here...I can't...

Looking into Jessica's eyes, Kemp tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, the crowd around him seemed to become transparent and completely silent.

By the time Kemp had completely recovered, his breathing had become extremely light, and his previous anger had disappeared, faded into Jessica's concern.

He looked up and found that the old Wilkin Guard had already crossed the cordon and continued forward.

"I'm fine," Kemp gave Jessica a gentle smile, "I... just tired."

"Then when this is over, you can take a rest." Jessica stood on tiptoe and gently wiped the sweat off Kemp's forehead. "I'll let you be lazy for two days."

"Then I'll have to squeeze you hard."

In the crowd, Kemp patted Jessica's head gently, then he raised his hand and waved the pass in his hand to the guard.

This time, the guard saw his pass at a glance and waved at him.

"Come here and tell me your name."

.......

"Is that true?"

When Perlis and her group arrived at their own boarding entrance, there was already a person standing at the door.

He was dressed in golden armor, and the brilliant golden light reflected the rising sun, making his figure look extremely proud.

When he sensed Perlis approaching, his red-gold eyes slightly squinted, taking in the tender white flower——

"Aloi Aziz."