Soon, Silver P— came back, and they sat down to eat and talk.
After Old A made a few bold suggestions, their expressions changed dramatically!
Little Black Bro hesitated, Old Black's face darkened further, and Silver P—'s expression kept shifting.
Whatever they discussed after that, they eventually managed to reach an agreement. Silver P— hurried away after barely touching his braised meat.
Big Brother Old Black quietly finished enjoying his braised meat and left too.
Akex held Little Black Bro by the shoulder and told him to think it through before deciding.
They hadn't needed to invite him in the first place. He had insisted on helping, and now he was having second thoughts.
In the days that followed, the European Country's defensive lines fell, the Empire's army swept across its territory, and the Beautiful Country's negotiations failed. The entire country sank into a tense, oppressive atmosphere.
Street fights and school shootings increased, more and more homeless people appeared, and immigrants mysteriously vanished.
Of course, the cult kept doing whatever it pleased, indifferent to everything as it continued making its works of art.
The Gundams piled up in sewers, along the coast, and at the airfield at a staggering rate. Alex and the others couldn't keep up anymore, so they could only use saws, crowbars, and sledgehammers to dismantle and reassemble them by brute force.
They didn't even have time to feel sick. Enduring the stench of decay and other foul odors, they faced the white Disco rice and pink jelly, plunging their bare hands into abdominal cavities full of rotting organs to scoop out handful after handful of rice.
They felt the living things writhing in their palms and let them slip through their fingers, forcing themselves to endure some of the white rice crawling up their cuffs.