[Good evening! Folks of Nest City No. 3, I’m your old friend Stanley, welco to your favorite, most friendly, and inclusive radio channel: "Just Do It" Radio!]
Late at night, Yun You expertly turned on the radio, tuning into her favorite underground station, intending to use this familiar voice to help her sleep.
[Did you enjoy this rainy night? Haha, Stanley here, listening to the nonstop sound of gunfire outside the window all evening, I know everyone surely had an unforgettable joyful night～]
[It is now one o’clock in the morning, yesterday’s death lottery data has been compiled—]
[There were 97 dead on the spot, 153 lying in the hospital beyond saving, totaling 250, quite a lucky number, wonder how many lucky folks bet on it? That was 3000 tis the odds]
[Thanks to the sudden outbreak of the Death Domain event last night, no fewer than 90 died just in the Lower District, and those confird missing by the cops were over 300...]
[But everyone knows deep down, what nonsense "missing," rely that the bodies were shattered, the insurance company can’t be bothered to pay, so it was labeled missing... of course, our lottery data must follow the police’s announced numbers, otherwise, there’s constant wrangling]
[It’s luck for those who bet everything on "250," maybe you’ll find yourselves on the rich list tomorrow]
[But I advise you winners to be low-key, because besides civilians, two whole teams of SWAT elite mbers and a newbie Apprentice Death God fresh from the "womb" perished last night...]
[You know how mad Apprentice Death Gods get when angry, if the culprit can’t be found, I believe, the ntor of that "Death God baby" will surely want to kill you money-making grumblers to recoup so losses...]
[So you better run, hide in the wilderness for a while, wait until the ntor calms down then return]
The host of the radio chattered away, and the ntion of the word "ntor" caught Yun You’s attention.
The "Death God baby" that died last night likely refers to the Mad Spirit Yun You took down.
So-called Death God ntors, refer to the teachers each Apprentice Death God has, essentially their imdiate superior.
In the past, Yun You had roughly understood the organizational structure of the Apprentice Death God through so underground networks.
This group of superhumans seems to implent a system called "ntor law," whereby seasoned Apprentice Death Gods serve as ntors, guiding and teaching the weaker ones, grooming these disciples, and eventually corralling them into becoming ntors, thus expanding the organization’s scale.
During this process, the bond between ntor and student often becos imnsely deep... alongside robust ties of interest.
If one dies, then the remaining one will inevitably experience extre anger and suffer significant losses...
They would surely avenge each other, fighting relentlessly until the bitter end.
That’s why Stanley suggests in the broadcast that those who profited from betting should take a long trip away, because an enraged and irrational Apprentice Death God won’t reason with ordinary people.
If they find the gamblers disagreeable, then a few innocent unfortunates would be added to the next death lottery numbers.
Stanley’s rather serious tone made Yun You feel a sense of "did I get into big trouble" illusion.
Killing an Apprentice Death God under the ntor system equates to making enemies with a whole bunch of them... which at a glance, seems quite serious.
But Yun You really isn’t worried about that.
From the mont she fled ho, from the ti she started saving for explosives and poisons... preparing to assassinate Apprentice Death Gods, she was already ready to go against the entire Apprentice Death God Organization.
Just a ntor... lice don’t bother the already infested, Yun You simply doesn’t care.
However... listening to her own "magnificent accomplishnts" being broadcast, the girl felt sowhat pleased.
"Feels like becoming a city legend."
She cheerfully raised a cup beside her and toasted Little Shiqi beside her with the last bit of Orange Cup juice.
"To the possible legendary future of Nest City No. 3〜"
She drank the already wind-ward juice in one gulp, then leaned back on the sofa, falling into a deep sleep...
Yun You was utterly exhausted, she needed a good rest, catch so sleep, and then, boldly stride towards a brand new tomorrow.
Watching the girl’s serene yet adorable sleeping face, Shiqi blinked, a very rare hint of curiosity flickered in her beautiful silvery eyes.
"Boom~!"
But the next mont, a thunderous roar resonated through the sky, suddenly present outside the window, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned her head blankly, gazing at the torrential thunder column in the rain, as if seeing a scene in a corner of the city through the dazzling lightning...
"Did you... co in person?"
She murmured, not knowing who she was referring to.
And when the lightning finally faded, the hint of "humanity" in her eyes disappeared again, reverting back to that lifeless "chanical"...
However, Yun You was entirely unaware of all this.
She was rely imrsed in whimsical dreams, dreaming of the nightmare that disturbed her sleep every night.
The Apprentice Death Gods in her dreams had taken her life countless tis, she couldn’t prevent it no matter the ans.
Nightmares were supposed to be this way.
But this ti, she had a ans of resistance... to deliver those beasts a loud blow in the form of a Giant Claw slap in the damn dream.
The rainy night in Nest City continued.
...
R9 Block, abandoned alley.
As a slum at the bottom of Nest City, R9 Street was known for its quietness and dilapidation, and the narrow alley that had trapped Yun You in the Dead Zone was often empty for entire days.
But now... it was bustling.
The faint residual glow of neon lights flickered on rust-stained walls, mingling with red-blue police lights, forming a twisted giant net.
Over a dozen police cars parked chaotically along the alleys, their roof speakers blaring "ding dong ding dong" piercing alarms alongside the overhead drones’ hum, creating an unbearable noise.
The entrance and exit of the alley were already tagged with red electronic sealing lines, warning passersby that officers were conducting investigations here, strictly prohibiting any trespassing.
In fact, half an hour ago, the patrol officers of the R District Police Departnt had discovered this breached "Dead Zone Ruins," along with those over a dozen civilian corpses.
They contacted the bureau’s SWAT mbers to investigate and handle this grueso incident.
The SWAT team at the municipal level is formidable, almost every mber a top-performing "ace cop," quite adept at dealing with Death Domain events.
These officers, donned in heavy bomb suits and wielding fully automatic firearms, completed the scene analysis within fifteen minutes, and identified the event’s culprit — the ashes of the suit-wearing robot.
But just as they planned to delve further, a group of unexpected guests suddenly arrived, disrupting their investigation.
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