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The rice cooker made a slight sound, indicating that dinner was ready.

Kafka put down the book, picked up the cup from the bedside table, sat down at the table, and brought the steaming instant noodles to the table.

She picked up a handful of chewy noodles with her fork, and before putting them into her mouth, she asked the air in front of her:

"So demons really don't need to eat?"

Shen Yi replied calmly, "That depends on how you understand it."

"Demons feed on human negativity and desires, but I don't have any of those. I'm clearly not a qualified 'keeper.'"

"What does it matter? From now on, everything you have will be mine."

"You're so brave to say that. Interesting."

Kafka smiled sarcastically and began to enjoy the steaming hot dinner.

The old antique TV was playing theater programs, and the melodious classical music played through the speakers became particularly hoarse, as if a robin with a melodious singing voice was suddenly strangled by the throat and soaked in water.

"I'm going to throw this crappy TV away sooner or later."

Kafka said in a voice that had cooled several degrees, "No matter how beautiful the music is, it loses its flavor when it comes out of it."

"You're not the owner of this TV, are you?"

"Do we still need to care about the letter of the law?"

When saying this, Kafka deliberately emphasized the word "law".

The laws of the New Babylon had long lost their effectiveness with the collapse of the "Tower of Babel". The thick code was not even as good as toilet paper. At least toilet paper would not be uncomfortable when used to wipe your butt.

"Click."

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the TV, and then the program automatically switched to the news broadcast of New Babylon.

The ostentatiously dressed host introduced the event with an enthusiastic voice: "Good evening! New Babylon! Yesterday's Devil's Lotto final result was a perfect 30!

However, another member of the Extinction Gang was killed by (). I think you all have to pay compensation, because the Extinction Gang will definitely not swallow this!

A representative from the Brotherhood of Yepela visited today and had a good chat with our New Babylonian Overlord Shide. I hope this incident won't have a negative impact on his friendly visit. Haha, who cares! Fuck this world, it's shit!

Kafka bent her jade fingers and deflected a bullet.

The specially made metal bullet accurately hit the channel change button of the TV, but unfortunately all programs were now forced to switch to the official New Babylon TV station.

She put down her fork in boredom and sneered, "The Yepera Brotherhood, one of the factions of the Annihilation Gang, are they coming here to cause a big commotion?"

Shen Yi did not respond, and Kafka did not care either. She continued to talk to herself: "Yepela Star has always wanted to take over the leadership of New Babylon. They hope to cultivate New Babylon into the soil of "destruction."

"But the guys at the Eternal Fire Residence seem to have the same plan. It's really interesting how only flies are interested in the rotten meat of New Babylon."

As soon as she finished speaking, the terminal she used to receive commissions made a soft "beep" sound.

She activated the terminal and entered the communication function. Then, a voice disguised by a voice changer sounded:

"The link for the new commission has been sent to your terminal. This is the last one. The reward is 200 million credits and a ticket to the Ark."

"Don't you want to leave 'Tianyi Wu'? That ticket can take you to places beyond the planet, and it's in high demand."

"Once you've completed this mission, your mission is over. Use that boat ticket and go far away."

This ends the call.

Shen Yi saw that Kafka had a smile on her face and could not help but remind her:

"It's an obvious trap. What are you going to do?"

"How? Of course I have to go. Now that we've come this far, is there any way to get out of this unscathed?"

"really."

"What's wrong, demon?" Kafka flirted with the air where Shen Yi was. "If I die here, will your game come to a regrettable end?"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

"Are you so confident?"

"Yes, I am that confident."

"You're really weird. You're a demon, yet you care so much about my life and death. To you, hosts like me should be plentiful on the street."

Kafka's eyes rolled, and she nodded with a half-smile: "I understand. It's like a rose that you personally watered and planted. You put in some effort. No one would be able to bear it if it died so young."

"You'll understand later, Kafka."

Shen Yi didn't tease or tease her like he usually did. His tone was very firm:

"There are indeed countless roses in New Babylon, but you are the most special one. You are in a completely different time and space from me. You exist in my 'past'. If possible, I hope to see you in the future."

"Oh, I don't quite understand."

"It doesn't matter, you'll understand when the time comes."

"..."

Kafka said nothing. She lowered her eyelids and looked calm, not knowing what she was thinking.

The next evening, there was still an hour before the official operation began.

Kafka walked into an adult clothing custom store located in the downtown area. The store was decorated in an exquisite and elegant style, and the chandeliers emitted a soft, warm orange light.

The air was filled with a faint scent of perfume. There were only a few people in the huge store. Strictly trained etiquette ladies stood respectfully in various places in the store, providing attentive and meticulous service to the customers.

After a quick tour of the store, Kafka picked up a bright red dress and turned around gently in front of the mirror. "Does it look good?"

Shen Yi was silent for a long time. When he noticed that the other party was staring at where he was, he realized that Kafka was asking him.

"It's okay," Shen Yi replied perfunctorily, "You don't look good in bright red. You need to grow up a little."

"is it?"

Kafka shrugged nonchalantly, took the skirt and went to the counter to pay.

She then stopped at the record store on the corner; the speakers on the apartment's antique TV were too loud to hear any music.

But after thinking about it, she realized that after today, she would not stay on this planet, so there was no need to spend money on it.

There are only ten minutes left before the action begins.

Before heading to the destination, Kafka found a chip with 200 million credit points and a ticket for a seat on the "Ark" in an inconspicuous telephone booth.

The recorder next to it also recorded Jason's last message after his voice changed:

"The Ark will leave at ten o'clock tonight. If all goes well, you might be able to drink coffee in the morning light on another planet."

"This is the last commission. Thank you for your assistance, Kafka."

Kafka lowered her head and, without a word, put the chip and ticket into the pocket inside her shirt.

On the way to the New Babylon Riverlands, Kafka suddenly started talking to Shen Yi:

"Alas, demon, now that it has come to this, please chat with me."

"Okay, what can we talk about?"

"Before I was seven, I lived in a tribe of hunters. I was lucky. The demon hunters in that tribe were considered 'good people' according to the universe's standard morality. Thanks to them, I lived to the age of seven with no worries about food and clothing.

However, after the entire group was wiped out in the fight against the high-level demon, I left the tribe and started my own way of making a living.

This is what New Babylon is like: steampunk, with roaring machinery and a sky full of yellow sand.

When I was nine years old, I was deceived by a contract and worked in a machinery factory for three years. The entire production line was filled with kids like me.

Life there was dull, and all my memories were mixed with the smell of blood and motor oil, until I was 12, when I discovered I had special powers..."

"Word Spirit Technique?"

"Yes, back then I wasn't as strong as I am now. I was robbed by mercenaries, blackmailed by hunters, and even the patrol officers from the Security Bureau blackmailed me.

Once, while hunting a demon, I was injured and fell into a coma with a high fever all night. I thought I would die in the alley, but it was really hateful that I survived. "

Most people would be grateful to be alive, but Kafka used the word "hateful" to describe the fact that she was alive.

Indeed, in such a painful life, death is a relief.

“No one in Tianyiwu is afraid, including me. This rotten planet makes people numb. I dream of escaping from here.

The funny thing is, at this point, I don’t care anymore.”

Kafka smiled slightly and fell silent.

After a while, she said to Shen Yi in a calm voice: "Listen, devil."

"Ok?"

"If I don't survive this time, you will use my body to leave this place."

"Oh, you are too pessimistic."

"It's not pessimism, it's intuition," Kafka shrugged. "My sixth sense is very accurate. This time, my opponent is definitely not just a high-level demon. I will definitely die."

"Really? Then I'll make you a promise."

Shen Yi smiled and made a promise in a calm voice:

"You will definitely survive and come to see me in the future."

"No one can take your life under my watch—"

"no!"

Chapter 124: The Arrow of Light That Cuts Off Desire! (6K Plus)

It rained on the way to the Riverlands.

The rain was neither heavy nor light, thin and dense silver threads fell, as if weaving a gray veil for the sky and the earth.

The breeze brought drizzle and gently brushed across her hair, leaving a hint of coolness.

The air in New Babylon becomes particularly humid when it rains. The street lights in the evening are dyed into circles of halos by the rain, which are intertwined with the fog in the distance, creating a confused and sad atmosphere.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and Kafka's figure was looming in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Without the shelter of an umbrella, she let the rain fall densely on her hair and shoulders until it soaked her clothes.

Drops of water gathered into a stream, slowly sliding down and gently touching her delicate cheek.

Her skin looked even more crystal clear under the nourishment of the rain, like a newly opened petal, covered with morning dew.

Those beautiful eyes, whose pupils are invisible like frosted glass, present a kind of blurred feeling unique to females, and have a charm that makes people sink like a black hole.

She was walking in the rain without a coat as protection and disguise. The rain removed her heavy makeup and lip color, revealing her pupils and shoulders.

Her white shirt was soaked through and she looked extremely thin, like a weak and pitiful little animal.

Past memories flooded back to her like a wave: pain, wounds, blood, hunger, demonization...

Each of these is an unbearable burden on life, enough to crush her.

But she managed to survive, even though she herself didn't know why.

This rotten earth is like a cage surrounded by desire. It seems that she has been wanting to escape since the moment she was born.

Will it succeed this time?

If death is the final outcome, then at least it should be a perfect farewell.

We have arrived at the Hejian area.

The mission officially begins exactly one second later.

A luxury car, symbolizing the residence of the supreme overlord of New Babylon, was driving slowly in the rain. Overlord Shide was holding a cigar in his hand, and circles of smoke were lingering around his fleshy face.

He rolled down the window, threw away his cigar, and asked the driver, who was concentrating on driving, "How long will it take us to get there?"

"Half an hour, sir. Ten minutes if you go all out."

The driver answered respectfully.

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Shide snorted, disdain flashing in his eyes, "He's the vice president of the Yepera Brotherhood, and everyone knows why he came here.