Life Is Like a Fxxx Movie

As for income...

There were still quite a few big shots in Lungmen, and mental care was highly valued in their circles. After all, gods and monsters truly existed in this world. Accidentally seeing something one shouldn't and being cursed until one's eyes bled from the corners in the middle of the night would count as nothing more than a mild warning.

In more serious cases, going completely mad would not be surprising.

It sounded like something concerning mages, but in this world called Terra, doctors were, to some extent, no different from mages.

Then there were rumors from who knew where that the oceanic people excelled at mental abilities.

Chlorine Sodium was not only a psychiatrist from Ursus; according to her passport—in other words, the official definition—her race was listed as Siracusan from Iberia.

So... she received an invitation from one of Lungmen's big shots, asking her to become his private mental-health consultant.

And so, she came to Lungmen.

As for the salary the big shot offered, it was naturally enough for her to open a small clinic in the cheap suburbs and still save a large sum of money even if barely anyone visited throughout the year.

One had to admit, having money was truly wonderful.

After the mysterious woman codenamed yj, who claimed to be Yelena, said that her energy replenishment was complete, she happily left, conveniently paying for her next visit in advance.

This place was indeed very wealthy, but it also had quite a lot of oddballs.

Could this guy be a lolicon?

The clinic itself was not large. It was so inconspicuous in the narrow alley that no one would know it was a clinic unless they pushed open the door and entered.

But that was fine. Chlorine Sodium liked a quiet life, free from worldly strife. She did not want to come first, much less become the most conspicuous person around. Hiding among the streets and alleys was the best choice.

As long as they were not acquaintances, no one would notice her or this clinic.

A peaceful life, like the life of a plant.

Chlorine Sodium hated interacting with people too much. It was not because she had Yelena's introverted personality, but simply because of... arrogance.

She was too proud, just like how people of high status kept themselves aloof and disliked dealing with lowly commoners.

In Chlorine Sodium's eyes, however, those officials and nobles were merely a swarm of ants.

That was why she did not like dealing with people.

But humans were social animals. Just because one did not cause trouble did not mean one would never get dragged into someone else's affairs. For example—

"Ho, there's actually a clinic here? I nearly missed it."

The noisy young man who pushed the door open and walked straight in appeared to be a Feline.

He looked barely over twenty, and several people of roughly the same age followed behind him.

Small-time gangsters?

This was the outskirts of Lungmen. The closer one got to the center, the better the public security. Naturally, the land prices were also higher.

Chlorine Sodium did not care about money, but the closer one got to the center, the noisier it became. That level of clamor was simply a disaster for someone like her.

"Oh-ho, it's a female doctor, too. Hey, I'm saying, this is a back-alley clinic, right?"

The gang leader kept both hands in his pockets. The hoop earrings on his ears glittered, and his entire outfit screamed disposable thug.

If you don't need those eyes, you could donate them to someone who does. Which dog eye told you this was a back-alley clinic?

Of course, one could not entirely blame him for thinking that way. After all, he was only a thug who had sunk to this level. Giving him a little leeway would not hurt. Humans should not stoop to a dog's level.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Don't you know whose territory this is? How dare you open a clinic here!"

"Show some respect to my sister."

That was Yelena's warning.

Though introverted, once a young beast sharpened its fangs, it would bare them at its own kind.

After all, only children who grew teeth could establish their own place. That was true of beasts, and even more so of humans. In Chlorine Sodium's eyes, there was no real difference between people and beasts.

Well... beasts of a higher order.

She did not shout, and little Yelena still lacked confidence, but that was enough. Whether she was being developed into a tool, a henchman, or a protagonist, combat ability came first.

After all, for a combat-oriented villain like Chlorine Sodium, being able to fight was the primary requirement. Being able to fight while also tripping others up was merely added value.

If Yelena was the protagonist, she had to be able to fight in order to survive to the end of the story and face the mastermind villain—herself—in the final battle. Even if Chlorine Sodium would inevitably pull her punches and find every way to let Yelena win once she had accumulated enough hatred to justify running away, Yelena first had to be qualified to defeat her while she was holding back.

If she could not even beat that, she might as well die early. She was simply too weak.

As for her lack of confidence, she would slowly gain it through future battles.

"Yo-ho, there's a little brat here, too. When adults are talking, children shouldn't butt in."

The man completely ignored the child's warning and turned his attention to himself.

"Sigh."

The girl sighed. Heaven has a path, but you refuse to take it. Hell has no gate, yet you barge right in.

Chlorine Sodium was already considering how many of his ribs she should break. After all, this was Lungmen. Murder was troublesome to deal with. If she killed him, she would have to do it cleanly and silence every witness so the police would have no report to investigate.

But that would be troublesome, and Chlorine Sodium hated trouble. So she had to make these barking dogs retreat while they still knew fear.

Once a dog had been beaten badly enough, it naturally would not dare cause trouble again.

However, the lackeys behind the man whispered a few words into his ear.

The man suddenly changed his attitude.

"Say, little girl, want to come hang out with our gang? We're the biggest gang around here. We've got everything, and it's much more fun than this place. Want to come with big brother?"

As he spoke, the man grabbed Yelena by the sleeve.

The lackeys behind him began laughing as well.

It seemed they intended to drag the girl away by force.

Chlorine Sodium had told Yelena not to act recklessly, because she could handle most matters by herself.

But today... As mentioned earlier, confidence came from fighting more often.

"Yelena..."

The girl lifted her teacup and gently blew on the steam. Speaking as though she had lost interest, she said,

"See them out."

As if someone had pressed an incredible button, the man suddenly felt the world spin before his eyes!

It kept spinning and spinning. By the time he realized what had happened, his back had already made intimate contact with the ground outside the clinic.

After a cloud of dust rose, the lackeys behind him stood frozen, staring at what had happened in disbelief.

That white-haired little girl had just... thrown their big brother out???

P.S. I was so focused on playing games that I actually forgot to post. Horrified face. Luckily, I remembered before going to bed.

Section 41: Life is like a fxxx movie

Close-quarters combat emphasized the centerline, because it was the shortest straight-line distance—and the front of the body.

However, the small-time thugs who brawled in the streets and alleys had never undergone systematic training. At most, they could intimidate their fellow thugs. After all, street fighters relied mainly on ferocity, not technique.

The gang leader had no awareness of this. He did not even feel the slightest hint of danger.

The centerline was wide open, and both his hands were in his pockets. Even if he wanted to pull them out quickly, he could not.

So when little Yelena threw a punch in the most basic manner, he did not even know what he was about to face.

Inch power was a technique focused on short, explosive force. It rose fiercely and landed heavily, broad and powerful, with a forceful, violent punch.

Yelena used only one punch—and even held back at the end—yet it sent the gang leader flying. He rolled across the ground outside the door three times before finally coming to a stop.

"Not bad."

After covering her bowl, the girl did not bother looking at the underlings who had run outside to check whether their leader was still alive. She merely stroked little Yelena's hair.

"Hehe..."

The girl smiled foolishly as well.

She was naturally happy to have finally helped her sister.

In a daze, the sound of a small-time thug stumbling as he ran in terror echoed through the alley.

"You messed with the Black Hand Gang! Just you wait!!!"

He still found time to shout a threat, but his voice seemed very distant.

Come to think of it...

That seemed like a very distant memory.

Whenever the children in the courtyard lost a fight, they shouted the same thing.

What she had always pursued.

No intense happiness, no profound despair, just living like a plant...

Living?

Her blue-black eyes watched the smiling girl, whose face had brightened with happiness.

Does this count as living?

Or is this what I have been pursuing?

Yet she felt nothing. Perhaps it was because all of this was false.

Just like a damn movie.

Life is like a fxxx movie.

Come to think of it, she had once bought some books teaching people how to maintain a close relationship with children.

The image of a cold-faced noodle-stall woman buying books resembling childcare manuals was terrifying just to imagine.

Of course, she eventually gave up.

Because the ultimate purpose of everything taught in those books was to enable children to obtain more social resources.

They were things meant to prepare for the future...

But there was no future for her and Yelena.

This was merely a story. In the end, she would personally destroy everything she had created.

She would crush it all, piece by piece, right in front of Yelena.

Only then would it be difficult not to max out her hatred.

I will shape you, then personally crush everything.

In downtown Lungmen, amid the crowds on the bustling streets, Chlorine Sodium looked at the address written on the postcard in her hand.

A bar?

This was definitely the place.

Because Lungmen's land area was relatively small and consisted of only one Mobile City-State, its land prices could truly be described as worth every inch of gold. It was not uncommon for the first floor of a high-rise to be a hospital and the second floor to be a bar.

The bar was surprisingly quiet.

That suited Chlorine Sodium's aesthetic sense perfectly: soothing music, a circular counter, and a silent bartender.

The sofas and chairs around the room, along with the stools beside the counter, formed an enclosed space that was neither particularly large nor particularly small.

Still, this was the first time she had seen a meeting arranged in a place like this.

At the very least, she was half a doctor and half an Arts Caster.

But she soon understood.

"It has recently been rumored throughout the upper circles that appointments with Miss Chlorine Sodium are impossible to secure. Everyone says the results are excellent..."