A Sacrifice of Flesh and Blood (Revised; Fifth Update Last Night) / Moving Intestines (First Update)

On the contrary, it was the special relationship between Sakurami Haruharu and that bastard that worried Yuriko Takagi quite a bit.

However, the woman's reaction upon hearing of Kevin's death was beyond her expectations.

They actually went to Siberia to collect samples, hoping to resurrect that man from a biological perspective.

"He owes me three labs, two meals, an apology, and a farewell..."

"Only by living can one repay..."

When Yuriko Takagi picked her up, Sakurami Haruharu looked quite confused, perhaps even she herself didn't understand why she insisted on seeing that person again.

In her life, even her husband Ouma Kuro, probably never occupied such a special place.

Living alone must be very lonely.

Yuriko Takagi remembered her comprehensive guide to cat care and figured it was about time for a collective act of kindness, so she slapped Shizuka Marikawa's trembling chest.

"All you do is eat snacks and sleep all day. You're already so heavy, I'm afraid I'll have to throw you away someday!"

Shizuka Marikawa muttered to herself, sounding a little aggrieved.

"She exercises regularly, she does breast enhancement exercises every day..."

In his spare time, he could only bully the naturally naive Yuriko Takagi, and then slap her with a stern face.

"Stop practicing! From now on, you'll spend two hours every day learning women's self-defense from Helena!"

"Let's call Chunxia tonight and go shopping together. You'll stay here to train this week."

Although Shizuka Marikawa was puzzled, she had no choice but to obediently nod since it was her owner's request.

"By the way, send the original video of the breast enhancement exercise to my email. I'll delete it for you so you don't get distracted!"

Yuriko Takagi secretly adjusted the excess fat on her chest, then glanced at the two bulges hanging on Shizuka Marikawa's body, and issued her order with righteous indignation.

After the naturally clueless school doctor finished his routine check-up with a furrowed brow, the purple-haired housewife looked at the spacious and bright office, feeling that some of the light was a bit too bright, and pulled the curtains down again.

When she opened the drawer, a photo of her daughter, Saya Takagi, as a child came into view. She lovingly stroked it with her fingertips for a moment before quietly putting it back in its place.

In reality, Yuriko Takagi and her daughter have been in a cold war for several years, partly because she is busy with work, and partly because of her relationship with her boss.

Saya did inherit her mother's intelligence, but she has a sharp personality, cannot tolerate any flaws, and finds it difficult to accept her mother's infidelity.

Yuriko Takagi did not deny this.

In the very beginning, in the Toko City, this purple-haired married woman did indeed compromise and make her most shameful transaction.

But by the time she reached Los Angeles that night, her feelings for the man had completely transformed into gratitude and respect, and she wanted to provide for her and her daughter, like drifting duckweed, through physical intimacy.

She even dragged Shizuka Marikawa into her scheme to achieve her goal, revealing her utilitarian motives.

However, to her surprise, this man immediately gave her the broadest stage and the greatest trust, a level of respect and honesty that even her ex-husband, Soichiro Takagi, had not shown.

His resolute decision to Moonlight War and his arrangements for what would become of him further revealed to her the responsibility and courage of this young man.

The accumulated emotions, seemingly imperceptible yet powerful, ultimately made Yuriko Takagi the one who turned the tide.

You have treated me with the respect due to a national hero; I will repay you with my life.

Everything should have been this pure, this simple.

However, during her ten years in power, after learning about the Honkai state of the world through the SCP Foundation, she developed an overwhelming affection for the man who had so generously sacrificed himself.

Yes, she fell for him.

Within this organization, she was his former lover, his follower, and his most loyal supporter.

The purple-haired woman lifted half of the curtain, half bathed in light and half in shadow, overlooking the vast world and all living beings.

Boss, your sacrifice was worthwhile. The world may not have gotten better, but at least it hasn't gotten worse.

The SCP Foundation will never back down, no matter what!

If we stand in front, those behind us will be able to live well.

P. S.: I only had time tonight to catch up on the update. Sorry it's a bit late.

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Chapter 438, Section 461: Blood and Flesh Sacrifice (Revised, fifth update last night)

On Skull Island, the camp was filled with a cacophony of noise the following morning.

Kevin pushed open the door and stepped out, only to find the natives gathering in disarray. The two teams from the Monarch Organization were beginning to merge, with Colonel Packard, the leader, looking serious and speaking vehemently to Professor Randa.

"Chieftain, what happened?"

Jill Hera stepped forward; as a divine messenger and an adult, she was naturally easier to trust than the child Kevin.

The rather robust middle-aged man, wearing a headdress of Animal Bones and feathers, spoke in a mix of English and local dialect, using gestures to explain his meaning. The crowd understood and their expressions gradually turned serious.

First, the hunting team didn't return last night. They are the best hunters here and shouldn't make a mistake, so something must have happened.

Moreover, to demonstrate their hospitality and faith in [God], these natives also had the task of gathering intelligence about the Barren Land.

Secondly, starting in the morning, a thick fog rolled in outside; it was strange, with a slightly reddish tinge.

In an anxious effort to investigate the hunting party's situation, the tribal chief had previously dismissed three tracking experts, but all of them mysteriously lost contact shortly after venturing into the fog.

Once awake, King Kong roared and charged into the mist, bringing back his three clansmen who were in a deep coma.

As they spoke, the group, led by the clan chief, arrived at the large room where the unconscious person was being placed.

The patient had no visible injuries, but his muscles were tense, he was sweating profusely, and his expression gradually became distorted, as if he were terrified of something.

The Monarch Organization medical personnel had already performed basic diagnoses and treatments, and the chieftain had even used the shaman from their camp, but it still hadn't been very effective.

"Bang!"

Just as Kevin and the others were checking on the patients, two hurried natives rushed into the shelter carrying an unconscious companion.

"They said the fog had spread! This man was patrolling from the camp's watchtower; he was enveloped in it and collapsed shortly afterward."

"Could these people's unconsciousness be related to the fog?"

Veteran Mark volunteered to act as a translator, solemnly conveying the meaning to everyone.

Sweating, dilated pupils, muscle spasms, fearful expression—the symptoms are the same...

Something's wrong with this fog!

The group exchanged glances and reached a consensus, persuading the clan leader to immediately evacuate the people, placing them in high places with fewer weapons, and choosing well-sealed hiding places for the elderly and weak who were difficult to move.

What were they arguing about just now?

Kevin pulled Mira down and whispered to Colonel Packard and Professor Randa, who were both red-faced and visibly angry.

"Professor Randa is too impatient. Last night, he reported the development value of Skull Island to Emperor Corporation and applied for a second task force to come and seize the resources..."

"Did they approve it?"

Mira nodded slightly, her expression somewhat helpless. Since Professor Randa's information had been on her desk for more than a day, this undercover agent naturally understood Professor Randa's motives.

The reason is simple: Monarch Organization does not have a high opinion of Professor Randa's trip to Skull Island and has already intended to cancel his project.

It's common for scientists to be asked to take risks for profit and research purposes.

Kevin was speechless. Professor Randa couldn't possibly fail to inform Emperor Corporation of the dangers here, and the saying "people die for money, birds die for food" was more persuasive than he had imagined.

But the two had a premonition that if something went wrong, many people would die here.

Just as the two figures, one large and one small, were deep in thought in the corner, a suppressed roar like that of Beast came from beside the bed. The four natives, who had been unconscious, suddenly sprang up, their faces contorted with rage, and pounced on the nearest person, biting at the victim's carotid artery.

With several extraordinary individuals present, a tragedy was averted, but even after subduing them, the consciousness of these "Beast" remained unawakened.

Seeing that they had begun to engage in preliminary self-harm, Heidewilli clasped her hands together and began chanting in the center.

"The Lord who rules over heaven and earth,"

God of angels and the archangels,

God of the patriarchs, God of the prophets,

God of the Apostles, God of the Martyrs

God of the priests, God of the chaste,

There is no other god but you.

No other gods can exist.

You are the creator of all things, both tangible and intangible.

Your kingdom has no end...

The chanting, as melodious as a song, gentle yet imbued with a touch of religious holiness, caused golden ripples to spread outwards. The frenzied Beast, screaming and unable to escape, convulsed a few times before falling back into a coma.

"They don't seem to be sick, more like they're possessed..."

"No, to be precise, it's that our Divine Will has been affected by an unknown entity..."

"The mere aura it emits has driven these people mad... In short, that thing is dangerous! Ordinary people should stay as far away from it as possible."

Heidewilli's expression was serious and solemn as she earnestly advised everyone, while also feeling somewhat guilty.

"Unfortunately, I'm not a professional exorcist. I can only use hymns to stabilize their mental state, and I can't even help them return to normal. I'm sorry..."

"You've done a good job. Please maintain the current situation. We'll handle the investigation."

Kevin grasped Heidewilli's fingertips, a hint of approval and encouragement appearing on his small face, filling the devout nun's heart with a sense of satisfaction.

After a brief assignment of tasks, Conrad, Kevin, and Mira became the investigators.

But before they could set off, the gate was slammed open again, and two panting natives pointed at the fog that filled the camp, too terrified to speak.

The roars, whether sorrowful, fearful, violent, or frenzied, rose and fell, mingling in the mist to create a chilling cacophony.

The Vajra on the outer perimeter was now quite agitated. Then, its hairy right hand reached into the mist, and a javelin-shaped giant leg was pulled out.

As the mist billowed out, a giant M.O.M. creature resembling a spider and nearly 30 meters tall was slammed to the ground by King Kong.

However, the former mid-level creature on Skull Island merely rolled over and continued to leap ferociously, pouncing at King Kong.

"Puff!"

Kevin pressed down with his right hand, impatiently using his Space Ability to smash the giant M.O.M. creature into a pile of minced meat.

The crowd could vaguely see wisps of bloody aura seeping into the thick fog, making it appear even redder.

Could it be a sacrifice?

The word popped into Jill Hera's mind, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a hand that appeared on her buttocks.

With a cold face, Miss Wild Serpent slapped away the hand that was kneading her buttocks, lifted the groping brat up, her expression gloomy, and she snorted softly in a low voice.

"What time is it, and you're still thinking about these things?"

"Sorry, something was off with me just now..."

Kevin took a deep breath, the bloodshot in his eyes fading, his expression somewhat awkward, and his gaze toward the mist filled with apprehension.

The mental infection is confirmed, but it's also a huge problem, as it seems I have a major weakness in this area.

P. S.: It's all been revised now. Last night's fourth update was a bit rushed, and the Bookke backend crashed, affecting the reading experience. I apologize.

I'll add a chapter today to make up for yesterday's five chapters.

There will be two more updates tonight.

Chapter 439 (First Update) - Section 462

In the jungle shrouded in a pale red mist, a troop of soldiers wearing makeshift gas masks and black military combat uniforms moved swiftly through the forest, followed closely by a gigantic chimpanzee.

Walking through the sparse bushes, the ground beneath your feet felt like it was covered in rotten mud, making strange "plop" sounds that created a sense of unease.

Stop! As the leader raised his right arm, the seven or eight team members immediately went on alert and carefully dispersed. Even King Kong, who walked with a brisk pace, obediently squatted on the ground, disgustedly pulling at the dozens of "sheets" covering his mouth.

Tracing expert Conrad bent down to examine the surrounding submerged vegetation and the presence of new or old soil, as well as folds in the grass and trees, gradually pinpointing the direction in which the hunters had disappeared.

However, even after choosing the right path, the rapidly beating heart and the faint throbbing in his brow made the tracking expert hesitate.