Chapter 112: If you do not fight, you cannot survive

"Who on earth are you!!"

The sailor-suited girl with arched eyebrows and sharp, narrow eyes, ignoring the weakness of her own body, did the first thing she could upon waking: she grabbed the Murderous Blade, Snow Shadow, beside her and aimed it at the sudden intruder.

Yet, she saw a familiar figure who should have been impossible to find here—the Holy Son, who news reports claimed had gone missing and whose whereabouts were unknown!!

However, in her impression, this Holy Son, hailed as the most beautiful in history, should have been pure and flawless at every moment, a girl who would involuntarily make one think of the ice and snow on a mountain peak, forever pure white.

Whether on screen or in reality, she should have been a flower on a high ridge, with skin like congealed fat and eyes like black lacquer, something to be viewed from afar but never touched.

But now, the pure white gown she wore, as thin as paper and extremely similar to a wedding dress, had become wrinkled and disheveled. The sun hat she never went anywhere without was nowhere to be seen. Her skin, as fair as a pearl, her beautiful face, and even her shoulder-length short hair were all stained with dust and filthy blood.

Yet, even in such a state, it did not diminish her beauty; instead, it made her seem all the more pitiful.

Is it that the more disgusting the worldview, the more likely it is to give birth to such a saint?

"Sister Moku, don't worry, Brother Jia Ji is a good person."

The one who said this was naturally Aihara Enju. She jumped out without hesitation, blocking the path of Tendo Kisara, who had drawn her long blade, preventing her from suddenly swinging it to strike.

Does she know what Jia Ji just did?

Of course. Although innocent, Enju was no fool; a foolish Cursed Child would have long since become a corpse.

On the way to kill while carrying the loli, Jia Ji had already analyzed and explained the purpose of this trip and the possible consequences to her, point by point.

Perhaps she was a bit confused at first, but when she heard those desperate and painful screams, everything became self-evident.

The criminal wanted by the overwhelming sirens across the streets and alleys was the very person beside her. Aihara Enju knew even more clearly that she had acted as an accomplice, violated the law, and caused many, many lives to be lost.

But...

A thousand times, ten thousand times more Cursed Children had died because of them!

"Fight, Enju."

"If you do not fight, you cannot survive."

An inexplicable voice seemed to surge from the deepest part of her heart. She knew it was her own voice.

That inner voice told her.

——Who exactly was the evil person who caused all these tragedies to happen.

——Who exactly was the culprit who caused them, these Cursed Children, to be treated like dogs.

It told her even more clearly that Jia Ji went to kill for their sake, to kill those who harmed and oppressed them for the sake of children just like her.

That was why she resolutely and decisively stopped Tendo Kisara from attacking Jia Ji.

"It's fine." Patting the head of the sensible Enju and letting her step behind him, Jia Ji, appearing completely defenseless, walked up to Tendo Kisara and extended two of his fingers, gently pinching the sharp, frost-covered blade.

However, this movement, while seemingly ordinary, was actually extremely dangerous. Tendou Kisara was more confident in using her secret sword technique to unleash dozens of times the power of an ordinary person in a single strike, directly severing his fingers and neck...

No.

That's not right.

A sudden chill ran down her spine. A calm, dangerous aura gripped her throat, making her body tremble involuntarily and making her understand—this person's strength was enough to kill her in an instant.

Sighing as if relieved of a burden, Tendo Kisara gave up her resistance.

Releasing the long blade in her hand, the girl saw clearly this time.

The Holy Son sitting across from her, although disheveled in appearance, had a calm and steady expression. There were no wounds on his body, and his eyes revealed no sign of resistance; he did not look like someone being coerced, but rather like someone who was staying here of his own volition.

"No need to worry." The Holy Son smiled at the suspicious girl. "We have already reached a consensus."

It was as if there were some special magic.

When the Holy Son met his "kind" gaze, her whole body shook, as if struck by thunder descending from the heavens. Her mind and spirit were directly bombarded by another person's thoughts.

She saw how many tragedies would occur if the original world line continued; she saw the sorrowful end of the Cursed Children; and she also saw the pathetic future where nothing could be changed by her own weak methods...

On the spot, she realized what kind of person he was, understood his actions, thoughts, and ideas, and instantly understood how he would go on to kill. Her brain directly upgraded.

Then, she made the most correct decision of her life.

She chose to hand herself and everything she had over to him to arrange, simply leaning toward this guy who was preparing to destroy the world.

Illogical, unreasonable—things that even language could not accurately convey, could they actually be transmitted just through the exchange of eyes and intent?

Yes, they could.

This is the power of the successors of the Super Beidou Shenquan, the Super Beidou martial artists who entrust the fate of the world and the future of humanity to their own two hands—a power that surpasses fists.

"Kisara, come help us."

The Holy Son reached out her hand toward the hesitant girl.

This was Jia Ji's idea. Although he had enjoyed the killing for a moment, it still hadn't helped much in changing the situation.

And the next breakthrough point was Miss Tendo Kisara before them!

Of course, it wasn't about doing something stupid like joining a Civil Security company or becoming a collaborator. Jia Ji had found someone behind her hidden identity who could turn the situation around.

Tendo Kisara's grandfather, the only cabinet official who was not present at the time and escaped with his life—Tendo Kikunojo.

As the Holy Son's chief advisor, unlike the figurehead leader, he was the actual ruler of the Tokyo Area.

Because his wife died in the Gastrea War, he hated Gastrea and the Cursed Children, secretly opposing the "New Gastrea Law." It could be said that he was one of the biggest factors in this world leading to the malicious discrimination against the Cursed Children.

But at the same time, he was also the person who killed Tendo Kisara's parents because they refused to be corrupted with him, all for the sake of his own political career.

The girl before them had thus blackened and fallen into a sword demon launching revenge against the Tendo clan.

In order to remember the death of her parents and what the Tendo family had done to her, Miss Kisara refused to replace her artificial kidney, using pain to remind herself that she lived for revenge. Because she lacked kidney function, she had to undergo hemodialysis frequently to survive...

A sword demon with incomparable darkness hidden in her heart, and this unmasked, burning heart of revenge was exactly what Jia Ji needed most.

And she, through the efforts of the Holy Son, chose to trust him temporarily.

Since that was the case, there was no time to waste.

"Let's go, Brother Ji will take you to kill."

"Kill whom?"

"The old dog you've always wanted to kill but couldn't: Tendo Kikunojo."

"Then what are we dawdling for? Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The poor, long-haired, black-straight sailor-suited young lady swordsman had a sickly flush on her face, her excitement overflowing.

Today, right today!

She was going to kill her entire family, top to bottom.

(End of chapter)