Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

"Big brother, this guy looks like he knows how to fight."

"Damn it, wait, didn't we call out that lunatic?!"

Lunatic?

Before the girl could even make out what they were saying, a throwing knife whizzed past her cheek!

That's!!

That's an attack with killing intent.

Unlike the street thugs who just liked to brawl.

Not just anyone can use a throwing knife, but this person was clearly an expert, throwing it at the most devious angle. And this throw wasn't meant to injure.

It was meant to block the girl's escape route.

Because the next moment, a male voice with a Sarkaz accent cut through the air.

"Lunatic? Nice name."

A long tongue licked the blade in his hand.

A burly Sarkaz mercenary stood in the doorway!

"The trouble you mentioned is just a child?"

The man asked with a bloodthirsty smile.

What is a protagonist?

They're like cockroaches that can't be killed, the luckiest people in the world.

They have a 100% dodge rate against projectiles, are incredibly lucky, and are masters of survival.

They won't die even if they fall off a cliff, and can break through encirclement even when surrounded by the six major sects.

That's a protagonist, a truly troublesome entity.

Furthermore, they possess the ability of a Plot Kill against villains, with a potent instant-death effect. Every encounter with a protagonist is extremely perilous.

Because you never know when you'll be struck by the protagonist's blade. Such causality-based abilities can, at a critical moment, cause a minor chance event to delay the villain's grand plans for unknown reasons.

Even heaven itself might side with the protagonist.

As for the villain, they are the ones destined to fail.

Failure, they will fail no matter what, and their story will end.

Even if the villain is in the right, the world is just that unreasonable.

It was a little girl with blue hair, and like Wei Yanwu, she had dragon horns on her head.

Clearly, those were dragon features.

It seems this world's demi-humans aren't just based on real animals, but also include fantasy creatures.

After all, dragons themselves are creatures of fantasy.

And it appears fantasy species are even stronger.

And now, in Chlorine Sodium's eyes, a protagonist's halo, radiating a dazzling brilliance, was appearing on that blue-haired little girl!!!!!

Wei Yanwu's daughter? Or the child of one of his trusted subordinates?

Wei Yanwu himself looked somewhat surprised upon seeing the girl.

"Huijie, why are you here?"

"Uncle."

The girl looked very young, and immediately found her relative and ran into his arms.

But...

Uncle?

Is she a relative?

Then this is very interesting.

But none of that matters.

Setting and such don't matter! What matters is...

The protagonist has finally appeared.

Although this world doesn't rule out the possibility of an ensemble cast, there usually aren't more than two protagonists, at most three. And she's never seen a case with three; at most, there are two.

The rest, while as important as the protagonist, lack the protagonist's world-blessing aura.

"Ha... finally appeared, you really made me wait."

The inner turmoil caused her eyes to gain a slight golden glint.

Even the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

Even though she quickly calmed her excitement, it would be a lie to say she wasn't thrilled.

How could she not be excited?

This was her mortal enemy, the being she had fought her entire life, the one she had battled for countless years without ever winning!

Never having won even once, she could only be the victor in her heart, set up a protagonist, and seize the opportunity to escape.

This was already the limit of what she could do, even with the power of a Herrscher comparable to a God, even with countless years of experience.

She still couldn't win against something like a protagonist.

However, since the other party was still a child...

As the ancients say, "He who doesn't take advantage of an opportunity is a bastard." Of course, now was the time to establish an intelligence network and then find a way to research them specifically.

It would be best to figure out their thought process, then know yourself and your enemy, proceed steadily, and advance step by step.

After all, she needed to build hatred.

And this hatred required groundwork, just like Yelena.

There was no love without reason, and naturally, no hatred without reason. To make someone hate you to the bone, you had to build a relationship and then, at a certain opportunity, utterly shatter their heart.

That was true hatred.

Deception and betrayal were the best methods.

And now, Yelena could be considered a standard tool.

After all, now that there was a true candidate for the protagonist, the remaining person, given their status, was someone she herself rarely had access to.

She had to seize this opportunity to at least get their basic information.

Oh right, it would be even better if she had the chance to let them get to know her.

This would be the beginning of everything...

To think that someone she knew from before was actually the mastermind behind everything... that feeling must be awful...

Ah~ Just thinking about it is delightful. I'm so curious, what expression will this little girl have when she grows up and learns all of this~

It's truly something to look forward to.

Suddenly, her phone in her pocket lit up.

???

"Kidnapping?"

It was a text message from an unknown number, but it also contained a photo.

It was Yelena...

Tsk.

Why at this time...

She glanced at the blue-haired protagonist not far away.

Then she looked at Yelena in her phone. The choice between them was clear.

One was just a tool, while the other was the Child of the World. Opportunity knocks but once!

I originally wanted to cultivate you... but who told you things turned out this way in the end.

If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck.

Don't blame me for being despicable, Yelena...

ps: My inspiration has been bursting lately, and I've also suddenly fallen in love with the Western style, with a touch of magical realism.

Perhaps I can try a new style, hmm, if I get the chance.

Section 45: Chapter 45 [Insincere]

For some reason... the efficiency was low.

It had been an hour.

The banquet was in full swing, and music played from the dance floor, but Chlorine Sodium didn't know how to dance, so she wasn't interested in participating.

But... the efficiency was still too low.

She had thought she could gather some information, but after chatting back and forth, Chlorine Sodium felt like a fool who had suddenly forgotten how to walk. In over an hour, the only piece of information she had obtained was a name.

Chen Hui Jie.

Tsk, annoying.

For some reason, an inexplicable sense of irritation lingered in her heart, refusing to dissipate.

Even though the temperature wasn't high today, the heat and restlessness made it difficult to calm down.

This place was like a steamer, with the noisy music, the gossiping voices, the lecherous glances of men who didn't watch where they were going. Everything around her felt displeasing!

She was just an employee, all she wanted was a peaceful life.

But what was she given? Something completely contrary to that.

So the question arises.

What do I truly want?

Chlorine Sodium, feeling irritated, took another sip from her glass, only to discover...

The glass was already empty.

What is this, even drinking cold water is a hassle?

As she picked up the bottle of wine resting on the ornate white tablecloth, intending to pour herself another glass, the girl's hand suddenly froze mid-air.

A blood-like liquid trembled at the rim of the glass; if she tilted the bottle just a little more, the red wine would flow down into the cup.

But the girl didn't do that.

Why?

She, Chlorine Sodium, had a habit: she only drank alcohol in small sips.

She didn't understand the quality of wine, just as she couldn't distinguish between Coca-Cola and Pepsi.

But she never drank a second glass in a short period of time.

But what about now?

Gazing at the wine glass with a bit of pale red liquid still clinging to its sides, everything around her seemed to fall silent.

People don't necessarily have souls, but there's a separation between the body and the mind.

Memories can be packaged and beautified, or uglified, by consciousness, but the memories attached to the body cannot; that is something purer, sealed away eternally like underlying code.

Only to be reactivated when the time comes.