Wildflowers in bloom,
Ah, please, tell me,
Please, you must tell me,
Why must people hurt each other and fight?
Why do people hurt and struggle against one another?
Flower Blooming Proudly,
Quietly blooming flower,
What can you see from there?
Why can people simply not forgive one another?
After the rain passed, summer turned blue.
Becoming One."
Words that had originally soothed the soul became sorrowful and furious in Eve's mouth.
The Seven Deadly Sins had already taken root and spread through the human world, yet they still did not repent.
These disgusting maggots had crammed every living space, corroding the entire earth!
I do not acknowledge them as my kind!
I will not allow the world to remain filthy!
The old civilization had already rotted away!
Let the song of despair bestow upon you the True Apocalypse!
In an instant, a piercing shriek nearly ruptured their eardrums and tore through their souls!
Dense violet-red crystals rose from the ground like an ancient forest.
The surrounding buildings immediately collapsed, and the entire island became a palace reshaped by violet-red viral crystals!
But because they had been vaccinated in advance, the violet-red crystals shattered and vanished as they spread onto the Holy Trinity believers.
The spreading hymn seemed to cleanse their souls as a strange sense of power surged through every limb and bone.
Eden! The gates of Eden have opened to us!
Fervor and joy forged the believers' faith into an unbreakable will.
Kendo Shuichiro looked at the young face reflected in the purple crystal, then sensed the strength of returning to the peak of his life from his tightly clenched arms.
A twisted smile bloomed freely across that reborn face.
The T-Virus acted upon the flesh, splitting and recombining DNA as it continually evolved.
The Apocalypse Virus could materialize the mind, then shatter the fragile shell of the body along with it.
The strength of the mind and body had always been inextricably linked.
Moreover, judging from the development process of the Void Genome, the two viruses seemed to possess a unique compatibility.
Then, what if the T-Virus was used to temper the body, the Apocalypse Virus to reshape the soul, and the T-Virus antibody and Apocalypse Virus vaccine to build a bridge between them?
Could the two, acting upon each other, coexist in harmony?
It seemed he had succeeded!
But to the innocent residents of Toko City, they were merely flesh-and-blood materials used to forge the steps.
Amid screams and wails...
Judgment had arrived!
Fear had arrived!
At the same time, Dayart cast an intrigued gaze toward the white-haired figure landing on the eastern side of the island, lightly plucking his bowstring with his right hand.
He had not expected such a powerful warrior to have already been born in this era.
Interesting... very interesting...
PS: Instance difficulty upgrading.
What do you think of the plot connection between Guilty Crown and Ru Yao Apocalypse? There shouldn't be much of a sense of mismatch, right?
Also, I feel like I have quite the air of a religious cult leader when it comes to writing.
Hero's Treatment
County of Surrey, Crawford Manor.
After half a month of intensive training, the BSAA field team finally welcomed a brief vacation and celebration.
To reward these unlucky kids who had cleaned the stables day after day, Countess Lara generously provided the venue and drinks.
Under the team members' malicious encouragement to drink, Kevin was plied until he was slightly tipsy.
In his muddled state, the commander dragged out the safe from his bedroom and opened it in front of everyone.
The "surprises" originally meant to be handed out tomorrow were stuffed into the hands of the official team members one by one.
"Your residency transfers, property certificates, medical insurance, social security—I've taken care of everything!"
"Starting tonight, everyone here is officially part of an organization!"
Faced with this sudden surprise, after the initial shock, everyone suddenly felt that the torment of the past half month had a faint sweetness amid its bitterness.
Professions such as mercenaries, soldiers, and police officers, who wielded armed force, looked glamorous on the surface.
Yet those who wore the crown had to bear its weight.
Weapons could become capital for them to flaunt, but they could also drag them into an abyss of eternal damnation.
But this young yet crafty fellow before them had not only led them out of the hellish Hive, he had also allowed this pack of homeless dogs to live like decent human beings.
"Captain, from now on, whatever you say goes!"
"Yeah! Whether it's helping hold down Instructor Alice's hands and feet..."
"Or stealing Countess Lara's underwear..."
"Or tying Jill up and sending her to your room..."
"We can help with all of it!"
James, Leon, Barry, Kaplan, and several other men with slurred tongues threw their arms around one another's shoulders and egged each other on.
Those suicidal remarks were practically equivalent to preordering tomorrow's bestselling urns.
The female team members were equally excited. Even Jill, who had been dragged into it, tacitly allowed their nonsense.
However, as Kevin looked at the nearly worshipful trust in everyone's eyes, he smiled and scolded them while patting their heads one by one.
"Scram, scram, scram! Tired of living, are you?"
"With so many attachments, you need to live even more carefully!"
"I don't want to court death with you!"
This favor was not given in the hope that these companions before him would sacrifice themselves for him unconditionally.
The heroes behind the scenes deserved all this. They ought to be happier and more fulfilled than anyone else.
In Kevin's view, that was called—fairness!
"Oh, right. As thanks for letting me stay at your place back then, I've got an extra surprise for you!"
"So, come on..."
The tipsy Kevin slapped his forehead as though he had remembered something, then tugged the nervous yet curious policewoman, staggering toward Lara's stables.
Under Jill's annoyed yet amused gaze, Kevin practically crawled his way onto the back of a magnificent warhorse with a glossy coat.
"Get down! This is Lara's most treasured possession besides her antiques. If she finds out, she'll kill you!"
Although Jill wore an expression of reproach, she was actually helping Kevin destroy evidence such as hoofprints, while also preparing to knock out a few unlucky servants.
The wine-reeking commander spurred the warhorse through the fence, then bent down and wrapped an arm around Jill's slender waist, pulling her onto its back.
"Stop talking. Sit tight!"
"Destination: Cross Street Bar in County of Surrey! Move out!"
After adjusting Jill's seated posture in front of him, Kevin placed the reins in her hands, then fiercely slapped the horse's rump.
The magnificent black warhorse neighed and reared amid the policewoman's cry of alarm.
The howling wind beside her ears and the scenery retreating beneath the surrounding lights made Jill somewhat flustered. After all, she had never come into such close contact with this kind of creature.
"Don't panic! What are you afraid of? I'm here! Learn the essentials now!"
"Keep your ear, shoulder, hip, and heel on the same vertical line..."
"Keep your head and spine naturally upright, and relax your shoulders..."
"Don't be so stiff. Let your body sway with the horse's gait..."
Yet the slightly drunk Kevin had both hands locked around the policewoman's waist and abdomen, helping her keep her posture steady.
His lips and teeth, breathing scorching heat, lingered by Jill's ear as he occasionally instructed and reminded her.
Subconscious trust made Jill completely obey the drunk behind her. Her tense body gradually learned the essential riding posture.
After nearly half an hour of constant adjustment, the policewoman quickly completed her beginner's lesson.
Vaguely, the scene before her perfectly overlapped with the fantasies she had once held in her mind.
Only when the surrounding light suddenly brightened did Jill realize they had reached the vicinity of Cross Street.
The half-hour journey seemed far too short. This thrilling expedition left her wanting more, and Jill was even reluctant to let go of the reins.
Kevin, whose body had gone somewhat limp, was practically pressed against the policewoman. His whispers in her ear carried a smug note.
"I heard from Leon and the others that you've wanted to experience the majesty of a Texas Ranger for a long time?"
"Your birthday is coming up too. I had to prepare a gift with some real meaning."
"So, I made a bet with Lara a couple days ago and won a horse. She's not short on money anyway, so it was no loss fleecing her."
"I had Leon and the others subtly ask about the coat color and build. It should fit what you wanted, right?"
The exhilaration of their wild ride had not yet faded, and Jill was momentarily stunned by Kevin's words.
A smug look appeared on the commander's flushed face.
"In other words, from now on, this horse belongs to you, Miss Jill!"
"Ready to set off again, my lady ranger?"
"Giddyup!"
Smack!
The crisp sound made Jill's body stiffen, because some drunk bastard had swung his hand and smacked her firm, perky rear.
The policewoman bit down on her lower lip. The intense humiliation she felt toward the drunken bastard behind her eventually melted into helplessness.
That brat actually dared to tease a police officer! I'll settle the score with you later! Jill angrily marked down this grudge and began urging the warhorse back toward Crawford Manor.
Along the way, the commander, who had originally been shouting excitedly, seemed to become limp as a dead fish from exhaustion, clinging tightly to the policewoman's back.
As his drunkenness deepened, Kevin rested his head on Jill's shoulder and squirmed restlessly from side to side, like a caterpillar searching for a place to nest.
"Hiss!" Jill clenched her teeth with a cold inhale, nearly overcome by the urge to slap someone to death.
Because the fatal part was that, in his drunken thirst, the bastard had opened his mouth and sucked on her earlobe.
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