About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Pfft—hahahahaha! 'Swear by the Rostov family?' You really don't understand the situation at all, girl. Do you think your aristocratic tricks are still useful now?"

After hearing Zaolu's words, these thugs ignored her and just laughed and mocked this young lady who was ignorant of the world and still dreamed of being a powerful and prestigious aristocrat.

"Let me tell you, girl, what's going to happen next."

The leading thug put the machete on Orson and walked up to him in a swagger.

"First, we'll chop off the unfortunate fellow's head with a machete. The knife's a bit blunt, so it might take a few hard hits."

"Then I'll throw his head at you, and then use a dagger to tear open that custom-made suit of yours that I don't know where."

The gangster looked at Zaolu with the look of a predator ready to play with its prey, evil and cruel.

"at last--"

"Almost got it."

Orson interrupted the gangster and snapped his fingers lightly. A black "curtain" emerged from behind him and flashed at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

What happened in an instant was like a light bulb turning on and off in an instant when the current was unstable. But to that gangster——

“Aaaaaaaa!? W-What’s going on—my arm!?”

The arms that had held the machete just a second ago now fell to the ground like garbage. The thug shook his broken arm in panic, bleeding continuously, and soon fainted on the ground.

“Damn it—Pfft!?” “What’s going on—cough!”

The other thugs around hesitated for a few seconds before they remembered to take up stances, but Orson didn't give them a chance. [Silence of the North] swung his fists at the chest and jaws of these people, knocking them all down in a few seconds.

"...?"

Zao Lu stared blankly at the sudden and unreal scene in front of her. The "ordinary person" whom she had wanted to protect before killed all the enemies in almost an instant.

"Interesting—you're not an ordinary guy, are you?"

After killing the thugs who were used as cannon fodder, the Sarkaz mercenary finally came out from the corner.

"Are you a bodyguard hired by the Rostov family? Well done, but I am completely different from those scum you just killed. Our domains are completely different."

The Sarkaz mercenary pulled out a large dagger with a bleeding groove and serrations from his back and held it in his hand, a disdainful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I am the legend known as the 'Sunderer', my dear brother, when I tore your body off from above—"

"[Rest], give him a punch."

Boom! !

Before the Sarkaz mercenary could finish showing off, Orson, who had completely lost his patience, controlled his shadow and slapped it into the wall, making it impossible to get out.

"These people are really talking too much nonsense... So, let me ask, is this a robbery or a rape? Zaozi... ahem, Miss White Bear, whom I don't know?"

"Huh? Well, it's probably an assassination attempt by the old aristocracy... Their actions are becoming increasingly radical. I'm sorry to have dragged you into this. I'm Natalia. May I ask who you are?"

Zaolu was stunned for a moment by Orson's question, and then gave an uncertain answer.

"Just call me Orson. I used to be a security guard, but then I got kicked out. I'm currently looking for a job."

Orson made up an excuse.

"That's quite a coincidence. Anyway, let's get out of here first—"

"Where are you guys going~?"

Just as Orson and Zaolu reached the entrance of the alley, a female voice with a slightly mischievous and sarcastic tone came from behind them.

"Even though those guys are pure idiots, I'd be humiliated if I were to kill them like that. How about everyone just take a step back and let me finish you off?"

When a new killer appeared, Zaolu was a little worried and scared, but Orson stood in front of her, looking calm.

"Don't worry, leave this to me. I'll show you how professional security guards manage to remain calm in the face of any emergency—shock, shock, shock... Aba Aba"

Before Orson could finish pretending to be cool, he was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he couldn't even speak clearly.

——The speed of pulling the hips is too fast!

Zaolu, who was standing by, complained loudly in her heart, and became even more panicked because of Orson's reaction.

What did this young man see that made him so surprised?

For Orson, what he saw at this moment was indeed completely beyond his expectations.

he saw...

One with highlighted hair and a big cockroach.

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Orson opened his eyes wide and stared at the female Sarkaz mercenary in front of him with a look of "Shut up!"

"Hmm? I'm already this famous, huh? Well, thank you for your attention. In return, let me use this bomb in lieu of an autograph~"

Called "W", he has many roles in the Arknights game. He is a funny guy who jumps back and forth between the Reunion Movement and Rhodes Island. He throws a bomb at Orson without hesitation with a fake smile.

"Instead of an autograph, I actually want to touch those two whiskers on your head—pause"

The black shadow extended in front of Orson, and then was tuned to increase its hardness to the level of steel.

"KABOOM!"

The loud noise and explosion exploded directly on Orson and Zaolu's faces, but were blocked and offset by the pause.

——Which dimension is the story taking place in now?

While protecting Zaolu from being caught in the explosion range, Orson was thinking about his current situation.

First of all, Orson is sure that there is absolutely no such plot in the original work. Zaolu's assassination is outrageous enough, but the assassin was actually W? This is completely unacceptable based on the subsequent plot development.

What was the variable that caused all this? If it was my presence that caused the events to change... then the "direct cause" of this situation was that the Reunion Movement didn't become a radical group in the game?

There are many doubts, and the current situation does not allow Orson to think carefully.

"boom--!!"

"Well!"

Zaolu let out a short scream; the violent explosions made her eardrums sting.

"Tsk... Anyway, let's get out of here first and follow me closely."

Orson dragged Zaolu away from the alley. Along the way, he had to use rests to block the explosion, and even had to rely on tuning the shock wave of the explosion itself to reduce the damage.

He couldn't just let Zaolu get killed by W, but it was even more impossible for him to kill W. Therefore, the only thing Orson could do was to run away.

However, Orson, who had just arrived in Qie City, and Zaolu, who rarely wandered around the city, did not know that their escape route was also planned by W's exquisite blasting.

"Damn, I fell into the trap."

When the two found that they were standing in front of an abandoned stadium waiting to be demolished, and surrounded by deep pits that had been dug in advance to collect the rubble and debris, Orson realized that W had deliberately forced them here.

"I don't know what Originium skills you possess, but if you have enough explosives to blow up half a stadium and attack from multiple angles, you won't be able to escape so easily anymore, right?"

W's voice could be heard from far away. Orson had to admit at this moment that he no longer felt any pleasure as a W's fan. He only felt irritable and annoyed.

When I think about it carefully, the W pool sank back then, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Even a clay man has some temper, let alone a guy like Orson who has a bad temper to begin with. After being chased and bombed all the way by W, Orson is now full of anger and waiting to vent.

"Natalia, hide here. I'll go deal with that guy. Just stay here and don't move."

"Um, are you okay?"

Zaolu looked at Orson's 'back' with some worry.

"Man, big tits."

Orson made an old joke that has become a tear of the times, and then walked towards the only entrance where W was.

"Hey! Sarkaz mercenary over there, I don't know how many bombs you have planted, but can you please listen to me--"

boom! ! !

Orson tried to talk to W while giving a French military salute, but he was hit in the face by a howitzer before he could finish his words, and could only barely stop himself with a pause.

"That black thing is really annoying. Is it your Originium technique?"

W threw the shell out of the gun chamber, and then laughed at Orson's miserable appearance.

"Almost. Anyway...let me finish. Can we call a truce today? I don't want to fight you for some reasons, but the white bear girl over there is also somewhat related to me."

Veins popped up on Orson's forehead. He suppressed his anger while continuing to try to reason with W.

"Yeah...of course~"

W put a finger on his chin, looked like he was thinking, then smiled and said yes.

"Can?"

"Yes, just let me fry you into minced meat and take the kid's head away."

W showed a cruel smile, reloaded the howitzer and pulled the trigger at Orson.

"……Fine."

Orson ordered Pause to cut the grenade in half before the fuse exploded in mid-air, and then ordered Pause to return to his own shadow.

"So the deal is done? I'll take your life."

W took out the remote control with a smile on his face and gently threw a C4 at Orson.

The C4, flashing red light, flew towards Orson in a not-so-fast parabola, but this time the dark, invisible object did not appear.

"I mean, there's nothing to discuss—[Curtain Call]"

Orson put his finger to his lips and made a gesture of silence.

The next second, the violent explosion that W had imagined, which could be mistaken for the demolition of an abandoned building, did not occur.

The bomb thrown at Orson did not explode, and the high-yield mine buried at his feet also did not explode.

"……what have you done?"

The smile on W's face became less natural and effortless.

"..."

Orson did not respond. This young man, who W initially thought was a talkative person, now became silent.

—Is this effect also that guy's Originium technique? If so... so fast!

"Well--!?"

W was trying to reload her howitzer the previous second, but the next second Orson had arrived in front of W, and the dagger he took out from somewhere mercilessly pierced through her palm holding the trigger.

This young boy's physical explosive power is much more terrifying than it appears. The process of his acceleration even violates the limitations of the human body structure.

"You guy...!"

W pulled out the dagger from his waist with his left hand, but before he could get into position, Orson's elbow pushed his left hand away, and at the same time, he was pinned to the ground by Orson.

“Shock—Puff!”

"Ugh!!"

Orson pulled the dagger out of his right palm, and then immediately put it against W's throat.

"You...were you just pretending?"

W questioned Orson, but the latter remained silent, just staring at him with his dark pupils.

A deep chill surged from W's heart. The silent guy in front of him was like a silent god of death.

The concept of "death" was clearly imprinted in W's mind. She now only hoped that the other party could give her a quick death.

But Orson didn't stab the dagger into W's throat, and he finally spoke again:

"Wow! This guy is so strong! Si Guoyi! I'm bleeding all over the floor! I can't beat him! Where are my teammates? My teammates, help me!!"

"...??"