NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

"The second floor is the VIP area, for the two of you..."

Boom!

Unfortunately, Phoenix also ignored his obstruction, walked straight up to him, and then threw a punch that knocked him to the ground.

Sure enough, dealing with these gangsters was much more comfortable than playing mind games with Ingrid and Anderson.

Looking at the bartender on the ground, whose eyes were glazed over from being beaten, someone sighed, squatted down, pried the wireless headset out of the man's ear, and then rubbed the earplug against the man's cheap suit.

Then, with his headset on, Phoenix "lightly" punched the bartender of the Red Shore Gang on the forehead, giving him a sweet dream while ensuring that the man wouldn't be held accountable by their boss afterwards.

If their leader still has the ability to hold them accountable afterward.

Click, click...

After dealing with the bartender, who wasn't exactly pitiful, the two went up to the second floor one after the other.

A long corridor comes into view, with several doors of different sizes on each side, such as double sliding doors for the dance hall, electronic doors for the offices, and sensor doors for the kitchen.

Even with the aid of a conscious map that allows him to see what's inside each door, Phoenix still couldn't escape the fate of knocking on each door one by one.

Because they had absolutely no idea what the leader of the Chian Gang looked like.

so……

They had no choice but to put the members of the Chian Gang through a lot of hardship, hoping they would cooperate with their work and not be like Viper, who would only honestly hand over information after being whipped.

I went out to have dinner with my family.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I'm rather introverted and usually prefer talking to myself, so I thought I'd write a chapter to answer some questions from readers in the comments section.

As for the group, I don't have much management skills, and I'm afraid that only three or four book lovers will join the group, and it will be awkward to just stare at each other.

If you really want a group, just type "1" in the comments of this post. If there are more than ten people, I'll create one.

Regarding the 2B crossover, my main concern is that I'm not familiar with the NieR storyline (which doesn't stop me from liking 2B), and I'm also worried about not handling the abruptness and incongruity of this crossover, so I'll wait and see.

The book's overall tone was originally intended to be slice-of-life, with some love triangles and a main storyline, but it seems that due to issues with the introduction and its excessive length, it inadvertently lured readers who enjoy action anime into this book (awkwardly scratching his head).

So I'll add some more fighting and killing to the original outline in an attempt to salvage it, but overall I still want to tell a story about my relationship with Niki.

The initial reason I started this book was because watching the game's protagonist's gameplay raised my blood pressure. In addition, the official portrayal of Niki was too lacking, and the quality of the character development was inconsistent, disjointed, and difficult to create a fully fleshed-out character.

(The only two characters that are well-developed, in my opinion, are Anise and Burning. If you look back at the whole story, the character of Lapi is also very strange.)

For example, he is portrayed as a determined soldier, but when he and Yinhua and others were on a mission, he accidentally killed civilians, and his mentality collapsed. He secretly left halfway through the mission, disregarding the safety of Yinhua and the others, which is quite absurd.

It's just like a screenwriter suddenly indulging in a self-indulgent, pretentious intellectual frenzy.

Needless to say, Nien's role overlapped with Anise's, making him seem like a mere follower despite being a perfectly good starter character.

PS: I personally really like Aria's storyline; it has a very classic romance anime feel to it.

By chapter 24, the storyline of NIKKE had already shown a very strong undercurrent of redemption for everyone. It's almost been a year, and aside from the pitiful mass-produced NIKKE and civilians constantly dying—meaningless deaths—not a single person, including the villains, has actually died.

For example, Shuen, whom most people hate, and Krau, who is confirmed to have carried out terrorist attacks, are not dead.

(Shuen's dislike for Nikki was foreshadowed; I noticed it, and it's probably related to her parents' safety. This can be inferred from Shuen's fierce protectiveness towards Laplace. The quirky hero is clearly an unfinished technological legacy from her parents, and the other Nikkis failed to adequately protect them when they died/disappeared.)

(As for Krau, it seems he's definitely trying to whitewash his actions. He blew up the train, killing everyone on board, and then blew up the Ark elevator, yet he didn't die. It seems the cost of committing crimes in the Ark is extremely low.)

Even the infighting among the many didn't result in death; EH forcibly refused to sacrifice them; and Viper survived with absurd, perfunctory, and illogical reasons.

The miniature bomb strapped to his neck was a joke in terms of power, even though Shuen was supposed to be one of the top genius researchers in the Ark (as evidenced by the various bizarre black technologies of the Misilis, especially the Metis Force, which was like three Kamen Riders that could transform, which was absurd).

I've complained a lot about the plot, but in short, I just want to show that these outrageous plot twists will never happen in my story.

I'm off tonight; I'm having an all-night party with my childhood friends. It's been so long since we've gotten together.

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Chapter Forty-Nine: Which bastard is it?

Boom boom boom!

Click!

In a private meeting room on the second floor of the nightclub, before the polite knocking could elicit a response from the homeowner, the sound of the old-fashioned lock rudely interrupted the men's refined conversation and the women's laughter.

In the room, which was at least 100 square meters, a dozen or so people stopped what they were doing, some drinking, some playing dice, some singing, and some smoking, and all turned their gaze toward the door.

"excuse me."

Click!

As the masked woman closed the door behind her, the uninvited masked man immediately asked her in a gentle tone.

"Who's in charge here?"

After saying that, he began to observe the room's layout as if he were an old friend.

The walls are made of walnut wood, the tables and chairs are made of walnut wood, and even the lamps are made of mahogany. Almost everything in sight is coated with high-quality wood lacquer in various colors to simulate the luster of wooden furniture.

Then, a touch of gold leaf was added for decoration, and the perfectly placed pale yellow lighting gave the room an atmosphere that truly evoked the dangerous yet elegant feel of a mafia movie.

The designer of this house is very skilled, but unfortunately the residents who live here can't handle it.

"We don't have masquerade parties here, buddy. Take your girl somewhere else to beg for candy."

Behind the desk at the far east end of the room, a thin, middle-aged man with deep wrinkles on his neck took a drag of his cigarette, chuckled, and exhaled a smoke ring, saying:

"Or are you here to ask us to teach you how to play with your girls?"

Upon hearing this, Phoenix immediately raised an eyebrow.

Making fun of people without even understanding the situation, the Chian Gang doesn't seem to be very good.

"A dog that can't talk is better off keeping its mouth shut."

Later, when he heard that someone dared to use him for some lewd fun, Warren's short temper naturally wouldn't tolerate it.

"If you wag your tails and hiss honestly, I might consider tossing you a few bones as a reward."

The woman's words weren't considered vulgar in the general list of profanities, but their content was highly offensive.

Not only the members of the Chian Gang present, but even Phoenix next to her couldn't help but turn to look at her.

"What? Can't I swear?"

Seeing that his own agent didn't speak up for him, Warren's expression behind his mask immediately fell.

However, Phoenix's subsequent response quickly lifted her spirits, which had been plummeting.

"I thought you were going to take action right away."

Even though the unscrupulous man's face was covered by a mask, his surprised tone still allowed people to imagine his astonished expression.

"I didn't expect you to be so reserved. How about... I help you start?"

"Hurry."

As soon as the superstar finished speaking, Phoenix stepped out to the right of the coffee table, bent down, grabbed the edge of the table with his right hand, and then suddenly snapped it upwards...

call--

The man lifted the coffee table, which weighed over 100 kilograms, with one hand, instantly pinning the two thugs to the sofa seat, rendering them unable to move.

On the other side, the three members of the Chian Gang on the left finally remembered their identity as gang members.

It turns out these two masked guys are here to cause trouble.

How many years has it been since anyone dared to cause trouble for the Red Cliff Gang?!

Shocked, the three gang members instinctively pulled out knives hidden in their clothes...

It was this simple threatening gesture that helped Warren circumvent the restrictions of NIMPH and launch a non-lethal "self-defense" attack on them under the pretext of "protecting citizens".

Snapped!Snapped!

The superstar rushed forward in two strides, grabbed the right wrist of the person closest to her with astonishing speed, and squeezed hard, causing the thug to scream in agony and be forced to release the switchblade he was holding in his palm.

The next second, just as the knife fell, Warren's right hand was already in position, his gloved index finger and thumb precisely pinching the spine of the switchblade, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw it into the other person's palm.

Then,

Another scream followed, startling the last of the three, who instinctively turned around, intending to point the knife at the woman who was fierce in words but even more ruthless in her actions.

Unfortunately, just as he moved the blade toward his opponent, a glass ashtray that wasn't too dirty smashed onto his forehead.

Boom!

The first person to fall into a coma was thus born.

"Judging by your seat, are you in charge?"

Just as Warren made his move, Phoenix, who had overturned the coffee table, swaggered eastward, leaving the remaining thugs with knives pointed at him from a distance.