Fallen Leaves Bring News

"It's the ○ you're thinking of."

Outside the door, Amiya sensed something was terribly wrong, and she... began to violently expel the Sarkaz mercenaries. Although the mercenaries were already deaf and completely bewildered, the "Demon King" still preferred to kill a thousand innocent people instead of the innocent, and drove them all out of the camp.

"Why is it at the Interstice...?"

"Even more time is wasted in reality, and besides..."

I really don't want to be photographed by PRTS; I have a feeling something bad will happen.

W's eyes gradually regained their sparkle.

She squinted, her mind practically reeling. "In reality, I haven't been with that old man... I haven't been with Kal'tsit yet, right?"

The stockings provided ample smoothness for her small feet, which slid all the way from Oute's thigh to his chest.

Oute frowned. "You asked that question..."

The Sarkaz girl grinned.

He kicked Oute over.

What exactly is she trying to do...?

Another variable that has gone off-plan...

Just as Oute's head was about to hit the ground, the Sarkaz girl caught him on the shoulders, neck, and back of the head.

Her breath was sweet and fragrant, and her eyes were full of a "courage" of giving up entirely.

"You stinky otter... I secretly swore that when you come back, I'll make you pay..."

"You've tricked me so many times, and you're always putting me down..."

Oute's ear was taken into a soft, warm, and moist cavity. A sticky and magical rhythm rose from the ear canal, roughly stirring his brain.

Immediately afterwards, W stood tall and proud, while Oute's body was slowly placed on the ground.

The towering shadows blocked the light, Sarkaz girl's coat and blouse fluttered down one by one. Finally, the beautiful marble sculpture was bathed in the cool light of the lamps.

In his clear yellow eyes was a sense of recklessness, indifference, and eagerness to try.

Finally, the small hands reached for the rest of their clothes.

"I'm the first one! The real first one!"

It's hard to say.

But it should be the first one after Oute wakes up.

Chapter 251 Fallen Leaves Bring a Message

At first, this could only be considered W's momentary act of spite. But once something like this started, it couldn't be stopped so easily. Enjoying Oute's sudden surprise, a bizarre and greedy flame ignited in the Sarkaz girl's eyes.

"Hoo... Ugh! Where did your 'everything's going according to plan' face go?"

Despite it being her first time, the Sarkaz girl possessed an exceptional talent for enduring pain—or perhaps pain itself became a wonderful seasoning in the face of the strong-willed and stubborn W.

Her body, as exquisite as a marble sculpture, rose and fell.

Oute captured the moment she was lost in thought, and the world seemed to turn upside down.

"Hmm!"

W's lips and teeth were blocked by another person in the midst of the panic.

The terminal, still lingering on the desktop, has its breathing light flashing wildly.

Let's turn back the clock a little bit.

Chernobog, the Core City.

Eyjafjalla was completely unaware of what was about to happen. Deceiving herself, she continued her exploration deeper into the Core City, carrying the equipment and inhibitors.

These inhibitors are for emergencies, but if... I mean, if I happen to come across someone who needs them, then I'm not against giving them to them...

The lamb looks up.

Perhaps the clouds were growing thicker, or perhaps the reflectivity of the snow had decreased to a certain extent; in any case, the night sky did indeed darken.

Rumble!

Electric snakes danced wildly.

Raindrops fell from the dark clouds, only to freeze halfway through. The solidified graupel mercilessly lashed Chernobog. Faintly, one could see the yellow particles encased within the graupel.

The process of transforming the "Boomerang" into the Originium Catastrophe has taken another step forward.

Echoing the sky, the Originium clusters on the ground rose up even more rapidly! The ground near the core area had been covered again and again by the repeatedly rising crystal clusters, like mosquitoes flying in amber.

Those infected in Chernobog, hiding in the corners and still barely surviving, fell into a tremendous collapse when they realized that this was undoubtedly another Catastrophe.

The broken walls and black crystal clusters formed a seemingly safe corner. However, the sudden surge of the crystal clusters had blocked most of the exit.

Inside the iron barrel, whose original purpose was unknown, Originium and a tire emitted heat and toxic gases, providing a faint light.

"It's the gods! The gods are punishing us!" cried an infected man with Originium crystals covering half his face. "We should have followed the messengers when they came! Chernobog is a plague! Damn maggots!"

"... A person...?"

An infected person who had recently had his leg amputated was clutching his half-leg, hiding in a corner and muttering to himself, "It's gone, it's all gone... The police are coming!"

It is evident that their mental health condition is acceptable.

Another seemingly normal Vulpo infected person punched the amputee. "I didn't drag you back so you could talk nonsense!"

Looking up, a pool of blood stretched from the original exit of this small shelter all the way in, eventually landing on the amputee's short leg. The smell inside was so strong that you could only smell his blood if you were very close.

His clothes were disheveled and scratched on the back, and his collar looked like it had been pulled.

"What kind of skill is it to bully the disabled! If you've got the guts, beat the lunatic!" In this panic, yet another person infected with Feline began to turn their anger towards others.

"... Someone..."

"If I hadn't pulled him, he would be dead! Why can't I hit him!?"

"Then the house is still his!"

"His? What else is his? It's all collapsed!"

"It's better to be dead!" the amputee cried out. "Everything's gone! It's better to be dead!"

"We will cleanse ourselves of our sins with our deaths! For we failed to recognize the messenger of God! Ah..."

The person with the crystalline face infection knelt on the ground in agony, covering their face.

"Still... alive..."

"Sukabule (Ursus swear word)! Stop having an attack!" As if to prove himself, the Vulpo Infected also kicked the crystallized face.

"Ugh... Ah!!!!"

"I didn't kick you to death!"

Crystal Face swayed as he rose, one hand hanging limply at his sides, while on the other hand, some glistening liquid reflected the firelight.

The crystals on his face swelled up in a ring...

Feline's heart skipped a beat as a terrible thought crossed his mind.

"Ah... I see it... a message brought by a fallen leaf..."

Crystal Face muttered intermittently, his one unobstructed eye staring blankly at the crystal cluster blocking his way. It was as if... he could see what lay beyond the crystal cluster.

He weakly lowered his other hand and knelt down.

He twitched uncomfortably, like a broken doll.

The other eye of the crystalline face was finally exposed to the air... It was a beautiful crystalline eyeball, completely out of place with his disheveled appearance.

Within the crystalline eyeball, a golden, unidentified fallen leaf slowly crumbled into fragments, drifting away in the wind.

"... Beyond the Originium, the messenger of God... has descended..."

At this point, he lowered his head without moving.

With a trembling push, Feline sent Crystal Face sprawling to the ground.

The survivors' hearts skipped a beat: if this exploded, there would be nowhere to hide!

"... reply..."

The survivors were gripped by this undeniable dead end. They swallowed hard, forced to listen to their own heartbeats and blood flow, to the sound of flames squeezing fuel... to the sounds from beyond the Originium clusters—finally, someone realized: it seemed there had been someone talking outside all along.

The amputee, his eyes glazed, hesitated and said, "I think... I heard something?"

He thought he was hallucinating because he had lost too much blood.

"I heard that too!" Vulpo said.

Feline covered her mouth and nodded, afraid that even the slightest sound would cause her crystalline face to explode.

But the Originium cluster that sealed off this "sanctuary" trembled slowly.

The survivors heard a rustling sound.

Whether it was an illusion or the firelight, there seemed to be a figure flickering on the other side of the crystal cluster?

How is that possible?

The shadow opposite the Originium crystal cluster drew closer, and the survivors could almost make out a terrifying shape... that infamous respirator and fully enclosed protective suit...

Ignoring his leg injury, the amputee instinctively recoiled deeper into the wound, which continued to bleed, the stench of blood even overpowering the acrid smell of burning wheels.

Finally, the Originium crystal shell turned into gray gravel, and a Caprinae emerged from the dark tunnel.

A warm magical light illuminated the path, gray crystalline dust shimmered, and fragments of gold swirled around the... messenger before them.

She reached out her hand towards the crystal-clear face, her index finger seemingly touching something unintentionally.