Then Did You See Your Own Future? (8.3K)

"Rumors? About me?"

"Um..."

Kayo nodded slightly. "There are many rumors about you, Mr. Mahiro. Even Mr. Jiangjian, whose brain is made of muscle, has a strong prejudice against you. He often says things like you don't fight with the Initiators, which is all false."

They say you're a fraud and a charlatan.

"And what about you? Do you think so too?"

"No..."

Kayo shook his head, denying it, "I think you must be a very gentle person."

The girl closed her eyes and placed her hands on her chest.

"You, like everyone else, do not harbor hostility towards us, the Cursed Children."

If I'm not mistaken, the child you called Little Asaka should be a first-generation 'Cursed Children' like me. But I don't see anything in her that makes her seem like a tool, even when she stood in front of you that time, it was an action from the heart...

To be honest, I'm a little envious of Ms. Asaka.

"Is that so? I was just doing what a normal person should do."

Mahiro placed his hands on the ground and gazed at the night sky through the gaps in the fortress, speaking casually.

"And having a little maid at home to help with laundry, cooking, housework, and even warming the bed—the super cheap kind where all you have to do is feed her—that's my dream!"

Although this ideal has already been realized, it has been achieved twice.

"You meant well, but you sound like a hentai with a loli fetish. As expected of you, Mr. Mahiro."

"This time, I'll take it as a compliment."

"I was just praising you."

Seeing his composed demeanor, a smile crept onto Senju Kayo's lips, followed by a soft murmur:

"So, Mr. Mahiro an oddball."

Through the cracks in the dilapidated, leaky bunker, one can glimpse the night sky. The full moon, seemingly perfect, hangs in the cloudless night sky, still radiating its unique brilliance even in a world in ruins.

The moonlight is pure, but this world is filthy.

When someone does something that goes against the grain of others, even if what they do is right, they will be seen as an outcast.

Although this reasoning may be considered fallacious, it is, in reality, just how things are.

They were seen as props, monsters in human skin, or even killing machines by other promoters, yet they were treated like treasures by Yotsuba Mahiro. To be honest, even Senju Kayo herself would want to experience that feeling...

Like killing one's own people with a shotgun, or smashing the head of a ten-year-old girl with a shotgun...

Although she could get used to it, she really didn't want to experience it a second time.

Just then, from the few remaining belongings of Senju Kayo, in the black, receiver-like device placed beside her, a rough male voice came through amidst static.

It was the voice of Shogen Ikuma, the man he had once ordered to get lost.

It seemed that Kayo sensed something was wrong, especially since Shogen Ikuma had a strong prejudice against Yotsuba Mahiro, and had been shouting ever since last time that he wanted to kill Yotsuba Mahiro. So she thought it best not to let Shōken know that he was also here.

So he gestured for him to be quiet, then picked up the radio and adjusted the knob, and the noisy sound gradually became clearer.

"Alive... Hey! Hey... If you're still alive, answer me!"

"It's so good to see you're alright, Mr. Jiang."

Picking up the landline-like communication device on the radio, Senju Kayo responded with a serious and earnest attitude.

"Need I say more? How could anything happen to me! More importantly, I have good news!"

Shogen Ikuma situation a secret, but both of them could imagine him chuckling to himself under the skull mask on the other end of the radio.

Moreover, they could guess what the news was.

After all, in a place like this, there's only one piece of good news.

"We've found the little rascal who stole the box!"

Chapter 75 So, have you seen your future? (8.3K)

Us?

Whether it's Senju Kayo or Yotsuba Mahiro, their first reaction is to grasp this word.

They exchanged a glance, and although they didn't speak, they could read what each other wanted to say in their eyes.

[That muscle bastard actually teamed up with other people?!]

[That should be correct.]

However, now that they knew the location of the Mitsugi Yuuga, they didn't delay any longer and packed their bags to set off.

Just like before entering the fortress, Kayo was still leading the way, with Mahiro following behind.

Logically, someone with hard power like Mahiro should be leading the way, while someone with strategic thinking like Senju Kayo should be providing support from behind.

But this was Kayo's stubbornness, and there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only let him have his way.

It was already 4 a. m., with only two hours left until dawn.

However, in this moment of utter silence, across Tokyo Bay, at the abandoned dock of a crescent-shaped harbor once filled with countless fishing boats and small vessels, a bloody battle was erupting... no, to be precise, a grand and bloody massacre.

Countless screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart and bones being crushed rose and fell like a symphony.

They didn't know what attacked them; all they knew was that each time death approached, a circular black shadow would swiftly pass by.

Whether they are the initiators or the promoters, they will be crushed in an instant without the slightest mercy.

Blood soaked the soil, and bits of flesh were used to repaint the walls of the abandoned building.

Everything was happening in this city before me, shrouded in the pale moonlight, so quiet it was eerily quiet.

The two climbed a hill overlooking the city, and Mahiro gazed down at the city below.

He clearly caught the faint smell of blood carried on the wind, and the horrific scene below was now fully visible to him.

"Let's go, our goal is right in front of us."

There was no reason to stop, Mahiro called out and continued forward.

However, after taking two steps, he quickly overtook Senju Kayo, leaving her behind.

Senju Kayo did not move; instead, she turned her back to him and refused.

"No, you go first, I want to stay."

"... There's no use in you staying."

No sooner had they finished speaking than a wild beast, crawling on all fours, sprang out of the forest and charged towards them at bullet speed from the path they had come from.

At the same time, Senju Kayo's eyes also turned red, clearly indicating that he had unleashed his power and was preparing to collide head-on with that thing and suppress its advance.

However, the next second, the four-legged beast was instantly Decomposition, and Kayo, who had pounced on it, was covered in white ash.

"... Are you really human?"

Having landed back on the ground and barely managed to regain his balance, Kayo turned around somewhat disheveled, his gaze towards him seemingly carrying a hint of resentment.

"From a biological taxonomy perspective, I am indeed human."

Mahiro replied dismissively, but unfortunately Senju Kayo didn't quite believe him.

Along the way, whether it was the Gastrea they encountered by chance, the Gastrea lurking in the forest trying to ambush them, or the Gastrea that suddenly appeared and followed them.

Without exception, they all turned to ashes in a flash of light.

"... Perhaps, in reality, I am the human being, and you are the Cursed Children?"

"Haha, I didn't expect Kayo to be joking like this. But you're right, I am indeed called the Cursed Children."

Although the concepts are completely different.

"Alright, stop standing there, let's go."

Mahiro continued forward while calling out to them.

Phases one, two, and three are relatively easy to handle, as they can be activated directly to Nihility. However, phase four onwards becomes a bit more troublesome because the genetic components within the body are too complex, and even analyzing their information takes time.

It takes about five seconds.

I wonder what Phase Five will be like. I imagine it will be very difficult to analyze the intelligence body.

Mahiro rubbed the bridge of his nose, slightly relieving the fatigue in his brain.

"As expected, I'm still human, otherwise why would I get tired...?"

Soon, they arrived at the outer perimeter of the destination harbor that Shogen Ikuma.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and a quick glance revealed a horrifying head with neatly combed short black hair standing next to the bushes, facing this direction.

The face, filled with astonishment and fear, had eyes that were almost bulging out, staring intently at this side, with a freshly minced piece of flesh, recently crushed into a QR code, not far away.

It felt like being crushed and rolled over by a steel coil.

Perhaps because we were downwind, the thick, pungent smell of blood that had been emanating from us since earlier was overwhelming.

Only...

"... Mahiro, what are you doing?"

Kayo couldn't understand Mahiro's actions again.

The way he looked at it was as if he was collecting the belongings of the dead, picking up each item and carefully cleaning off the dirt and bloodstains. But it didn't quite seem like that, since Mahiro only picked up weapons and equipment from the ground, leaving everything else behind.

And just like magic, they made those weapons disappear.

"Of course it's scavenging! Hasn't Kayo ever played online games? You know, those battle royale PVP games, like PUBG, where you're the sixth brother who just loots corpses on the battlefield."

"..."

She was certainly aware of this claim.

The problem is, weren't they there to take back the box?

"Mr. Mahiro, are you very poor?" This was the only possibility Kayo could think of.

"I wouldn't say I'm poor, I just don't have enough money."

No amount of money is ever enough, since Arcadia's expenses are a bottomless pit.

Mahiro spoke, he picked up a standard katana from the ground, looking at its thin, straight blade, muttering things like, "It's completely intact, lucky."

This was hard for Kayo to believe; how could a police officer with the highest influence in the Tokyo Area live such a frugal and impoverished life?

Is the president of Tendo Civil Security Agency someone who only knows how to exploit his subordinates and not pay them wages?

Clang!

Just then, a noise came from the side of the bungalows.

But when he saw the person's appearance, Kayo, who was usually the most composed, widened his eyes slightly, his face full of disbelief.

"Sir, the supervisor?"

Kayo wanted to go over, but Mahiro stopped him, saying, "Don't go, it's too late."

"My sword... where is it?"

The man slumped on the grocery store stool, wearing a skull mask, seemed to have heard the conversation and slowly stood up and hobbled over.

His eyes had become blind, riddled with bloody holes.

"Excuse me, do you... know... where my sword is? With that, I can still fight..."

It seemed that Shogen Ikuma did not recognize Kayo's voice, or perhaps he was no longer able to recognize it; he was simply searching for his weapon even in the last moments of his life.

Only.

The weapon he was looking for was now stuck in his back.

Kayo stared at that scene for a long time.

"Mr. Jiang Jian..."

Suddenly, a dark shadow descended from the sky.