Xia Yan, male, 18 years old, a war orphan found during an operation. Then, he was summoned to Funeral Society.
Her resume was clean and it was a very ordinary admission report. But why did he agree to let such an ordinary person join the club?
Qiang Shenya frowned as he looked at Xia Yan's portrait on the computer. It was because Qiang Shenya was quite confident in his memories, but he did not have any impression of Xia Yan.
This person seemed to have appeared out of thin air, but it also made people feel that it was natural. Not only Xia Yan, but there were also nearly 20 Funeral Society members who had the same situation, but no one felt that it was unusual.
It was as if all of them had been brainwashed and accepted the existence of these twenty people?
It seemed that he had to have a good talk.
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"It's really chaotic."
Xia Yan hugged Qi and held the girl in his arms. Prayer had yet to wake up, and the GHQ troops were very good at surrounding the bone Christmas tree. Xia Yan could only carry Prayer and follow the Funeral Society troops.
Although Qi had a good figure, he was not heavy. However, Xia Yan was still tired from carrying and running with Prayer in his arms. Without the help of the Void Greatsword, he rejected the idea of Big Cloud (Funeral Society's member) wanting to help and ran with Prayer in his arms.
It couldn't be helped, a man's desire for possession.
Moreover, it was not just exhaustion. The fragrance and the soft touch from Qi's body were already the biggest reward.
They followed Dayun on the path of Roppongi. Although they had passed by before, there was no one there because of the time. Now that he had returned to the headquarters, he realized that it was a mess.
As Xia Yan thought about this, he changed the position of Qi in his arms. From time to time, he would look at the girl's sleeping face and feel a sense of satisfaction.
"Ya is indeed as good as a god.”
Da Yun praised while carrying the huge Gatling gun. The surrounding members echoed one after another, as if they were fanatical fans of Qiang Shenya.
"He's really fanatical."
Xia Yan curled his lips and said,
The Funeral Society's headquarters was just like the rumors said, in the Roppongi blockaded area.
Ten years ago, after the Lost Christmas, the US Army and the rebel Self-Defense Forces fought here, turning the place into ruins. Because the terrorists 'AP virus activated biological weapons were still left here, the place was not rebuilt and was completely abandoned.
Funeral Society's headquarters was deep in this area.
The headquarters that relied on the subway line was vast and complex. In addition, it was surrounded by concrete, so it was easy to seal it off. There were also many escape routes, so it was perfect as a base for activities. Not only could it accommodate hundreds of people, but it could also hide guns and weapons that matched the personnel. There was even a place specially for the final roar.
In the Roppongi blockade, many buildings had self-generating devices. Because computers and Final Roar would consume a lot of electricity, nothing could be done without a power generator. From this point of view, Roppongi was the best location for the headquarters.
Of course, modifying this place would require a huge amount of money, but Ya had already gathered all of it. No one knew where the money came from because there was no need to know, so there was no need to know.
No matter what Ya said or did, it would be done one by one like casting magic. This was his deified prestige in Funeral Society. However, those who had read the original novel should know.
These funds were probably given to Ya by Shuichiro Kando. If the Funeral Society knew about this, they would probably be disillusioned.
"Hey!"
A crisp girl's voice interrupted Xia Yan's thoughts. Standing in front of him was a cute girl with long black hair and two cat ears on her head.
If her expression was a little kinder, she would be even cuter…
Ye was frowning at Xia Yan, her hands on her waist as she carefully sized him up.
However... This dress. The black combat uniform wrapped around Thrush's body like a tight-fitting suit, perfectly outlining the lines of her body. In addition to the two cat ears of unknown significance…
How should he put it…It felt a little perverted.
"That, return it to me!"
Thrush pointed at Xia Yan's hibernating hand and looked at his broken body with heartache. He glared at him angrily and turned around to leave.
"Is it my fault?"
Xia Yan scratched his face.
"You... Is it Xia Yan?"
Xia Yan immediately recognized the person's identity from the slightly cold tone.
"Hello, Sir Ya."
Out of his status, Xia Yan smiled lightly and greeted him.
'Is this the person you chose?'
Ya looked at Qi in Xia Yan's arms and thought silently. "Do you know about the strength of your right hand?"”
Then, without waiting for Xia Yan to answer, he continued,"That cylinder is one of the three genetic weapons successfully cultivated by the Sefira Genetic Pharmaceutical Research Institute. It could instantly analyze the sequence of the human DNA and materialize it in the form of martial arts.”
"Martial transformation?"
"It's the ideal of realization, just like the sword you used. That was Qi's martial transformation. It was the shape of her heart. You can materialize the human heart and take it out at will. It was the pinnacle of martial arts technology that had invaded the Heavenly Domain. This is the power in your hands, the 'King's Ability'.”
Qiangshen Cliff was just like the animation, swift and decisive.
"Next, RHQ will soon surround Roppongi. In order to defeat them, I need your strength.”
However, his tone made Xia Yan frown uncomfortably. Maybe Qiang Shenya really thought that he was a member of the Funeral Society, so he ordered him to do so. However, Xia Yan wasn't one of those brainless fans who worshipped him, so he wouldn't do anything just because of his orders.
What he disliked the most was this kind of matter-of-factly commanding tone.
"What if I say no?"
Xia Yan said with a serious smile, but his right hand was ready to extract Qi's martial arts.
"In that case, I can only kill you and seize the path.”
Qiang Shenya, who had always been calm, found it difficult to suppress the flames in his heart. It was a somewhat ugly flame of jealousy. This kind of emotion made him lose his rationality. He slowly pointed the gun in his hand at Xia Yan.
"It was taken away by you! She chose you! Why? Why not me?
"Stop!"
Cold, ethereal, but with an arrogance that could not be rejected.
After hearing this voice, Ya stopped. At some point in time, Qi had already woken up. She leaned on Xia Yan, her eyes looking at him without any emotion.
That cold gaze was enough to cool down the anger in Ya's heart.
Qi's gaze made Qiang Shenya feel unfamiliar and bitter.
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