I am the savior, do you have any objection?

"I won't act rashly. Explain your purpose!" The middle-aged man spoke to the young man, suppressing his anger.

But while the young man was blocking their view, the others immediately opened their backpacks, took out homemade Molotov cocktails made of alcohol, and lit the fuses.

"Those bastards can hide here!"

Shouting, they raised the burning bottles and threw them at a hole in the distance.

It seemed that faint rustling sounds could still be heard coming from the hole, as if someone was trying to come up from inside to check the situation.

"You bastards!" The bespectacled middle-aged man immediately tried to push the young man in front of him aside and go to the back to stop him, but the young man in front of him was still relentless.

But the next moment, something strange happened in his eyes.

A man with a cowlick on his head fell from the sky.

The bottle that flew out burned in his hand, but it seemed unable to burn him at all.

But what followed was nothing short of bloody.

The man, for some reason, found that the young men around him involuntarily opened their mouths in fear.

Then, the burning flame in his hand, mixed with shards of glass from the bottle, was naturally stuffed into their mouths.

"Awoooooo!!"

A mournful sound, completely unlike anything a human could make, echoed throughout the area.

The young man who had initially stopped the man, described as a middle-aged police officer, turned around in alarm when he noticed that his companion seemed to have encountered something.

But the outcome that awaited him was exactly the same.

Burning, struggling in agony.

It rolled violently on the ground.

It let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man, who had not received the same treatment, raised his pistol in a panic.

But the next moment the pistol was reduced to scattered parts.

And it seemed that they had finally reached the end, as a small head peeked out from the hole over there.

I saw Kerry and the middle-aged man with his pistols scattered in his hands.

The little head quickly crawled out and rushed to Kerry at a speed beyond human capabilities, blocking the middle-aged man and Kerry's path.

Kerry looked down and met the gaze of the person who had suddenly appeared.

The girl, around 10 years old, had bloodshot eyes, tattered clothes, and scabbed wounds visible on her dirty face.

Cursed children, a unique product of this world.

Or rather, a special type of person infected with the virus.

According to research, sometime before 2020, humans conducted research and experiments on some kind of man-made virus or alien substance.

As expected, the research site was probably Qixing Village. Judging from subsequent developments, at least Japan and Britain were involved in this mess, and human trials were conducted at the time.

Gastrviruses are a very dangerous and special type of virus. After infecting the human body, they begin to spread, analyze the host's genetic characteristics, modify the host into the most suitable form, and rewrite the DNA.

When the virus spreads to 50%, humans will no longer maintain their human form, but will instead transform into a monster known as gastrea or gastrulator.

The good news is that this thing isn't that easy to spread, otherwise it could be spread by air and water without waiting for the Kree to arrive.

The bad news is that although these creatures are mainly transmitted through bodily fluids, Gastrea are extremely aggressive. They not only actively transmit bodily fluids to humans, but they also eat people like snacks. Moreover, the higher the rank, the more intelligent they become.

This is a Resident Evil scenario, but every zombie is a unique mutated individual.

So, after the virus outbreak, in 2020, humans launched a war against small animals using airplanes and tanks.

Then, because of the small animals' incredible regenerative abilities, the humans in this world were utterly destroyed by them, losing 80% of their land.

It has become a post-apocalyptic world where people rely on metal plates that restrain Gastrea to enclose themselves.

Furthermore, humans demonstrated remarkable skill in creating messes and ruins after establishing their territory.

First, there's Japan. Japan demonstrated the unique situation of sending repair units during the nuclear wastewater accident. However, because this small island nation has so many power companies, each operating on a different frequency, the machines couldn't be plugged in and run. It's like the unique mountainous terrain.

It was directly divided into five regions, each with its own autonomous administration, and each region had its own prime minister.

Tokyo has taken this to another level, upholding the tradition that we old Tokyoites cannot live without the Emperor, and has even created a Holy Emperor to lead the country.

Unfortunately, the current third-generation Holy Emperor is still a student, so you can't expect much from JK's governing ability, not to mention that the Holy Emperor still looks innocent and naive.

This resulted in a loss of power.

In some distant regions, things are even more outrageous. It is said that the Moscow region, as the largest human settlement in Russia, has been putting a huge burden on the government and food supply due to the endless acceptance of Belarusian refugees.

Then the government shrugs and says, "Although we are the ones accepting refugees, it is you locals who pay taxes to support them because it is cheaper to hire them. It is also the locals who lose their jobs and whose wages drop."

Amidst the overwhelming public outrage, the policy directly exposed the ultimate form of regional discrimination: the regional caste system.

Moscow is the boss, and everything revolves around Moscow as the center, extending outwards.

Those who came to Moscow to work earlier can be considered second-class citizens. What? You're from Minsk? You stinking outsider who came to beg in Moscow. You're a complete outcast.

The lower castes are now just hard-working slaves in the Moors, and their treatment is only slightly better than that of the cursed children who risk their lives to protect them.

What? You own a house in Moscow and are just going there to work? Don't be a paragon of virtue, you are too!

Of course, whether it's Moscow or Japan, which was divided into five, the actual crop yields were probably insufficient to feed the local population. However, Japan, which miraculously managed to feed its population, pointed out a more abstract public opinion than the one mentioned above.

Discrimination against a cursed child who can punch his own dog's head off.

Chapter 574 The Chinese Madman is Here!

The cursed children are a group of children whose mothers were infected during pregnancy and were born with the virus, but the virus spreads slowly. They are characterized by red eyes.

Then some of the children will gain the same power as Gastrea after being infected by the virus.

Moreover, the improvement is not just a little bit. There is a ranking of the cursed children who cooperate with humans. The top few hundred on the list can unleash a power of about a hundred times that of a well-trained adult police officer.

If that adult policeman's punching power is 130 kilograms, then he's a group of kids who can kick an adult African elephant like a ball.

Then, because a certain factor only spreads in women, this type of positioning is usually for little girls.

These little girls represent humanity's only chance of winning against those precious Gutoves.

So how did everyone treat them?

That's right, according to the habits of Japanese troublemakers, that would definitely be discrimination.

This is not just ordinary discrimination; it's the kind that directly deprives people of their human rights. Only in the last year has the Gastrea Countermeasures Act included provisions that addressed the concepts of human rights and protection for cursed children.

Before this, they were driven to the edge of the protected area, wandering and dying on their own.

Then every now and then people would hold up signs saying they wanted to exterminate these freaks.

Every now and then, a few people will come here and throw bombs.

Military organizations also kidnap children for human modification and brainwashing.

The main theme is: I can't handle Gastrea, and I can't handle you either.

Then, since the targets are usually young girls, there are very few who turn evil and directly rebel.

Some will also be arrested by those who have already begun cooperating with the police.

They will all silently endure it.

The initiator was a child who cooperated with the police; they could maintain an infection level of less than 50% by injecting viral suppressants.

It is said that the strongest Initiator, like a humanoid nuclear bomb, can single-handedly reverse the world's military power.

However, the initiators didn't have it easy either. Although the police are supposed to be an organization that protects everyone, they are also generally discriminated against as well.

Then, because the children are constantly battling Gastrea and may even turn into Gastrea themselves, their mortality rate and lifespan are extremely high, as are those of their partners.

In this situation, people should discriminate; it's fine to curse them a couple of times, but it's normal to dump their heads in the trash.

Anyway, if you resist, then you can forget about the Initiator and get out of here.

This is somewhat similar to the Naruto setting, but more abstract.

Although the general public is somewhat clueless about the Naruto era, the good thing is that they don't start wars or beg the ninjas for help.

So, if you hate ninjas and a war breaks out, then so be it.

But their lives depend on these children for protection. If they really drive all the cursed children to their deaths today, they'll become dinner on the dinner table tomorrow.

It's like they're possessed by some kind of evil spirit.

The Gastrea attacked, and they started yelling, "Where's the baby? Where's the baby? Help!"

Once Gastrea rolled over, it immediately turned hostile, attacking, cursing, and even killing.

It's not just Tokyo that's like this; other parts of Japan are the same.

It's similar in other countries as well. For example, Moscow calls cursed children "witches," who have no basic human rights and can be tortured however they want. When Gastrea invades, they have to beg and plead to organize a witch army.

Then the animal rolled away, and I thought, "Sigh! I can't handle the little animals, but I can handle you, right?"

It's fortunate that they were only bullying a little brat, and the cursed child hasn't resisted yet. As a result, someone secretly started a pureblood society hoping to kill all the cursed children.

As I said before, a Chinese madman who knows the art of separating nine generations of relatives would make things quiet.

Fortunately, things always happen by chance, and here comes the one who knows the Nine Clans Separation Technique.

Kerry used his mental power to scan the underground area, where there were still many cursed children.

There are approximately a thousand people, most of whom live in the drainage system built before the war between humans and Gastrea.

There are quite a few children of the curse, but not all of them can be trained to become an Initiator.

In Kerry's eyes, this was simply a case of one group of people exploiting another.

The only difference is that usually the minority oppresses the majority, but now the majority oppresses the minority, but in essence there is no difference.

Since there's no difference, what should we do?

Only kill!

Is it because they are also under pressure to survive and need an outlet to let go?

No, because the Kree's principle is that forgiveness is only possible when the mind is influenced by external forces, like in Warhammer. Even then, forgiveness only punishes them with a lifetime of labor, and their souls, after death, must still enter Hell to atone for their sins.

They will not be allowed to go.

"Go outside and collect some virus samples from strange animals to study the medicine that can turn them back into their original form. I have something to take care of."

Kerry spoke to Cupid on his shoulder.

“No problem.” Cupid nodded, jumped off Kerry’s shoulder, and ran towards the outside of the wall. The physical body created by the Underworld Academy was not something without the ability to protect itself.

Kerry turned his head away.

He ignored the man who was still questioning his identity and the small bodyguard, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Kree's pupils had turned a bright red, like those of a cursed child.

Then he raised his hand, and the metal pipes below began to vibrate and crack inch by inch. Some children living below rushed out from all sides in a panic, thinking that an earthquake had occurred.

"Come on! I'll take you to live in a big house."

Kerry waved his hand and flew out of the city carrying a large amount of food wrapped in steel. The food scattered in all directions. He glanced back but didn't care whether anyone was actually following him. He then walked forward first.

Completely stunned by the scene before him, countless pots and pans flew rapidly from the distant city with a wave of his hand, forming a dark cloud of iron in the air, carrying various kinds of food and landing precisely in front of these thin, seemingly about-to-collapse little devils. The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment.

But soon he noticed that many children were following that figure up there.

"Wait! You can't go!" he immediately called out to stop them.

"But Elder, that big brother's eyes are the same as ours, and he even gave us food!" A child turned around and looked at the elder, tilting his head in confusion.

In the minds of these children, outsiders are terrifying. They beat and scold them for no reason. Even if they try to leave at night to rummage through the city's trash cans, they will be chased and beaten with weapons. Many people take pleasure in shooting children with weapons, and many children have died because of this.

Only those with red eyes like them are their kind. Only their kind will not harm them and will help each other. Moreover, the older brother also has some abilities that ordinary people do not have, just like them.

Ten-year-old children should have sufficient knowledge, but unfortunately, it's already quite an achievement for these children to be able to speak. They haven't even been to kindergarten or daycare, let alone kindergarten, so their understanding of the world is very limited.

Hmm... aside from a few elders, they might select some children to become some kind of initiators, and they'll often give them food and bring them some cloth so they don't have to lie in the cold cement pipes.

Kerry made such a terrifying noise with a wave of his hand.

Given his previous act of flying directly over the city, the Tokyo government naturally wouldn't remain inactive.