Volume Four: Fading from the World - The Return of the Demolition Genius

"Hey! Aren't you done with the statistics yet? I'm closing up shop."

"Wait! Let me double-check!"

There were two boys in the warehouse, both dressed in the same dark red uniforms as the Revolutionary Army, but without the blood-dripping sword insignia on their chests. They were new recruits who had just been called up to the Revolutionary Army a few days ago, similar to interns. Currently, they were only helping the regular army with some odd jobs.

"Hurry up!"

"I know... twelve bags of dried beef, twenty-five bags of poultry, thirty strings of sausages, and... um?"

The boy looked left and right, then frowned.

"Strange, did I miscalculate? It seems like the food reserves have been decreasing a little faster than expected these past few days... Is someone stealing food?"

"Then let's lock up this grain warehouse first, and report back to our superiors when we get back. Hurry, we have other work to do."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

With a click, the iron gate closed and was locked securely.

Now no one can get in.

Unless it's a very small animal that can sneak in through a ventilation hole or similar opening.

In the darkness, "two things" moved.

They were tied with many ropes, each rope hanging with different kinds of food, including ham, beef and mutton, sausages, and all sorts of other things, but all of them were 100% meat.

They moved quickly and silently across the warehouse floor without making a sound, and their movements were very strange, making them look like two oddly shaped crabs at first glance.

Climbing up the wall and passing through the vent, the exit led to a dark, shady spot under the eaves, where they finally revealed their true nature.

Those were two hands, including the fingers, palms, and forearms.

It appeared both youthful and deathly pale, with a strange, burn-like mark on the back of its left hand, and both forearms were covered in freshly stolen dried meat. The ends of its forearms were irregularly shaped, as if they had been forcibly torn off.

Carrying food in both hands, it slipped into the alley behind the granary. Deep inside the boxes, in a place where the sunlight couldn't reach, a large wad of black cloth lay nestled. Sensing something approaching, Sin Annihilation's little head popped out with a "poof!"

"Ah, the meat is back."

She slowly began to untie the flesh binding the two "hands." It's worth noting that although these two hands fit her perfectly, her own hands were still perfectly healthy. The two hands, having completed their mission, rotted and decayed at an extremely rapid pace, vanishing in just a few seconds without leaving a trace.

A small, pale mouth opened, and tiny white teeth bit into a corner of a piece of dried beef. The piece of beef was as big as a human head and as hard as a rock; it didn't seem like something that such a small mouth could bite off.

However—bullshit!

The tiny teeth easily pierced the hardest outer layer, and with a tilt of her head, tore off a fist-sized chunk of flesh—a bite force comparable to that of a wild beast. Then something even more incredible happened: her mouth suddenly split open horizontally—not just wide open, but truly "split open"! As if her cheeks had been ripped apart by brute force, revealing her gums, her forcibly enlarged mouth opened completely, swallowing the torn flesh whole. The moment it entered her mouth, the split on her face healed instantly, so fast that it was impossible to see what happened. Her upper and lower jaws opened and closed rapidly, chewing the rock-hard chunk of flesh, making a grating, ear-piercing crunching sound.

Glug!

After swallowing a piece of meat, Sin Annihilation frowned.

"So slow..."

Indeed, no matter how you look at it, the amount of meat that Sin Annihilation stole was far too much, enough to fill the stomachs of several adult men. At this rate, it would take who knows how long.

How can this be resolved?

The way to Sin Annihilation is very simple.

She unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her flat, smooth abdomen.

Then a gaping hole, like a mouth, opened up in the abdomen, and the stomach inside became four times the size of a normal person's. It also opened wide, revealing a belly full of stomach acid.

She grabbed all the meat, squeezed it into a ball with both arms, and then stuffed it directly into her stomach through the opening.

Then the opening heals extremely quickly, leaving no trace visible from the outside.

A faint sizzling sound could be heard, the sound of large chunks of meat being rapidly broken down by stomach acid and various enzymes.

It's a bizarre scene you'd only see in a cult film.

"... I'm full."

Sin Annihilation draped himself back in that large black cloth, closed his eyes, curled up into a ball, and blended into the shadows of the alley.

She is waiting for Blood Emperor Ye to depart.

On her way to Torres, in the middle of nowhere, she was indeed killed.

This is the safest course of action.

As for the Revolutionary Army's battle plans, although she heard them all, she had no intention of going back to report them.

After all, her mission was assassination, not investigation.

"Now that things have come to this, there's no running away..."

I helplessly straightened the edges of my clothes, sighing deeply.

Finally, they've changed into new clothes. No longer the modified girls' school uniform they wore at the Central United Academy, but something more glamorous, more formal... a mix of combat gear and formal wear?

She still wore a short skirt and over-the-knee stockings, but the skirt now featured ruffles and floral patterns reminiscent of medieval times. However, this wasn't the cute and childish style of Gothic Lolita fashion; instead, it exuded the glamorous elegance of a formal evening gown. The stockings had a leather-like sheen and were patterned with dark red, blood-like lines. Over this was a long burgundy coat with yellow and black trim, simple yet beautiful. The collar was adorned with a white floral scarf, typical of European aristocrats, and the sleeves were wide, revealing long black lace gloves on her hands—utterly alluring. Underneath the coat was a dress-like garment with a remarkably simple design.

At first, I thought this was another modified dress that prioritized appearance over practicality, but when I got my hands on it, I found that the dress was actually very lightweight, and the fabric was both breathable and elastic, so it was fine to wear it directly into battle.

Wow, these clothes are so beautiful! My girlish heart is fluttering! -- Just kidding.

The fact that I am about to meet with the representative of the Rakshasa Divine Sect truly weighs heavily on my mind.

The Sect Master of the Rakshasa Divine Sect couldn't possibly be completely oblivious to the Rakshasa True Word, could he? If they discover that I am the successor of the Blood Fiend, or even that their sect's most treasured artifact is within my body, who knows what they might do?

Is it ready?

"Okay, all done..."

Loxue came to call me. She was still wearing that women's military uniform that combined the heroism of a warrior with the femininity of a woman, but now she had two more epaulets on her shoulders and several exquisite ribbons on her chest.

"Oh my... it suits you perfectly."

She circled around me with great interest, looking me up and down.

"Although I haven't felt this way in a long time, I suddenly feel a kind of jealousy as a woman..."

"There's nothing to be jealous of; she just happens to have a good-looking appearance."

"Enough of this, let's get out of here, they're already here."

"Good..."

"And... trust me, everything should be alright."

"Thank you."

In the end, I didn't tell her the real reason why I avoided the Rakshasa Divine Sect. Because if I did, it would definitely bring up the Rakshasa True Word, and then my cooperation with Huang Huo would be exposed, which would definitely not be a good thing.

Ultimately, it's because neither Loxue nor I fully trusted each other; we both left ourselves an out. So, I didn't say anything, and she wisely didn't delve into it either.

The magnificent chapel of Torres Cathedral was used as a meeting room. I, Loxue, Nid, and several other guild leaders with less demanding missions were all here. Of course, Haoyue Sakura Dance and the others weren't here, since this was, after all, a meeting between high-ranking members. Everyone's attire was more formal than usual, except for Nid, who still wore the same dark red trench coat and Greatsword.

Damn, I'm so nervous.

Will the existence of the Rakshasa True Word be detected?

Thinking of this, I quietly let my consciousness sink deep into my body, and I could vaguely feel that blood-red madness. But I am much stronger than before, and I am no longer easily corrupted by this violent Killing Intent energy. I even think that I can now control a small part of the power of the Rakshasa True Word, but I don't have the courage to try it.

I wonder if the scent of my blood can mask the aura of the Rakshasa True Word? Will they recognize me as a descendant of the Blood Fiend through the scent of blood? In the end, I can only leave it to fate.

"--Yun Can Sect Master of the Rakshasa Divine Sect, has arrived!"

It's here!

As soon as the messenger finished speaking, I sensed a large, powerful Blood Energy approaching and stopping at the door. Two honor guards solemnly opened the chapel door, and the first thing I saw was an army of countless soldiers in black uniforms with red trim, filling the square in front of the church. Just standing there, they exuded an astonishing aura of killing intent, as if the surrounding air had turned blood red; they were clearly elite soldiers from the battlefield.

And the one who entered the chapel was, of course, that so-called Sect Master... I still want to complain, the name "Yun Can" sounds like a country cleaning lady! It has absolutely no dignity!

So these are the people from the Rakshasa Divine Sect -- wait?

"It's been a long time, Mr. and Bradwich."

"I've already told you, don't be shy, just call them Loxue and Nid."

Two women who looked to be about the same age immediately went to greet each other. At that moment, I thought I saw Xi Jinping and Putin... Just kidding, I didn't even look at them, or even observe what the cleaning lady—no, I mean, Sect Master Yun Can —looked like.

I was completely stunned.

She stared at me, dumbfounded.

I never expected to see her here.

Because I never even thought we'd meet again.

Is it because she's going through puberty? It's only been a few months since I last saw her, and she seems to have grown taller.

Her bright purple hair had also grown a little longer.

Perhaps because of her family's decline, her demeanor was no longer as youthful.

But apart from these, nothing has changed.

With large eyes, a delicate upturned nose, a small mouth, fine eyebrows, fair skin with a rosy glow, and a classic oval face, she resembled a finely crafted porcelain doll. A captivating beauty mark adorned her left eye. Further down, her red and white striped skirt clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves, delicate shoulders, slender waist, and perfectly proportioned breasts—making one want to give her a hug.

"... Little Ying?"

I called out tentatively.

"Hmm? This must be His Majesty the Blood Emperor. You and Miss Si Nan are acquainted—"

"Little little little little little Xiao Ye..."

Suddenly, Si Nan Ying's eyes lit up, and she charged at me like a mad bull! What?! What?! Has this girl caught mad cow disease? Or the T-virus? Kazan syndrome?

"I, I, I, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think about you, you--"

Closer! So this is the speed humans can unleash when extremely excited? Wait, wait, we're going to crash! Why are you moving at such terrifying speed with your arms outstretched like a lovesick fool?!

"Wait, wait, Little Ying, slow down--"

"You vixen, die!!!!!!!!!!!"

A silvery-white crescent moon suddenly cleaved through the chapel wall and flew towards Xiaoying. At the last moment, Little Ying reacted and stopped abruptly, her bangs being cut in half!

This attack, could it be—

A chill ran through me as I slowly looked at the broken wall.

It is Haoyue, who seems to be on the verge of turning to the dark side, and Xiao, who is at a loss.

"..."

This is going to be interesting.