Bengtie, sandbox development, how did they run out!

Ha, interesting.

It seems that the weather is going to change on Tianyiwu.

After accepting the task, Kafka lay down on the bed and planned to rest.

In the dark night, dim light streamed through the windows, casting a hazy veil over the entire apartment.

There is an old book and a small alarm clock on the bedside table. The cover of the old book is slightly worn, but the pages still exude a faint scent of ink.

The hands of the alarm clock moved slowly in the quiet air, making a slight "ticking" sound.

Outside the window, the city center of New Babylon in the distance was still brightly lit.

The huge steam machinery roared in the night sky, spewing out billowing white smoke, which intertwined with the flashing neon lights to form a bizarre picture.

The streets are bustling with traffic, and all kinds of steam-powered vehicles are shuttling through, making rhythmic "clang" sounds, which echo the roar coming from the distant factory area.

If you look more carefully, you might be able to hear a few demonic roars, human laughter, and broken bones and flesh, turning into nutrients and blending into the rotten soil.

Silent all night.

The next day, when the first rays of morning light shone into the apartment, it was not the roaring machinery outside the window that woke Kafka up, but the refreshing aroma of food.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when her vision cleared, she saw with her own eyes a plate with a bacon and egg sandwich floating in the air and slowly drifting onto the table.

Fresh milk was picked up by invisible hands and poured into the cup. Then, the voice she heard last night rang out deep in her heart:

"Good morning, Kafka, today is a good day."

"..."

"There's hot water in the bathroom. Wash your face and wake up. Then you can start enjoying your breakfast."

"......Ah."

Kafka frowned, but she didn't feel panicked except for confusion and doubt.

She went into the bathroom and washed up carefully, then slowly returned to the dining table.

The invisible hands pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down gracefully, picked up the knife and fork that had been washed to a shine, and carefully looked at the fresh breakfast in front of her.

"It tastes good. For a demon, you're quite capable."

"Interesting, since Superman of the Universe, I've become a demon?"

Shen Yi smiled indifferently, "Forget it, a devil is a devil, I don't care."

Kafka cut off a small piece of the sandwich containing eggs and bacon with a knife and fork, put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, and savored it slowly.

Seeing this, Shen Yi murmured softly: "Since it is the devil's food, aren't you worried about being poisoned?"

"All of the five demons capable of invading the mind, without exception, primarily aim to toy with the human heart. Physical pain, wounds, and broken bones are nothing compared to the moment of a broken heart and shattered soul.

Poisoning? This method is too boring and too low for a demon. "

Shen Yi shrugged with his non-existent body: "Indeed, if I were really a devil, it would definitely be more fun to play with people's hearts."

However, Shen Yi agrees more with what netizens say, that Naizi is more interesting than human hearts.

Unfortunately, Kafka is still a little immature now, and is far from having the profound connotation of her as a queen in the original work.

"This is the first time I've seen a demon like you."

Kafka was enjoying her breakfast while talking to Shen Yi: "It stands to reason that you guys usually only have a mouth to speak with, and you can see through the weakest points of human beings.

And you, you're actually playing some tricks? Ha, that's quite interesting. If this is the devil's new trick, I don't recommend keeping you here any longer."

Shen Yi couldn't help but chuckle and asked in a teasing tone: "Since you said so, then I will do something that a demon would really do——

Do you want to make a deal with me? Any deal will do."

"Hmm? Huh, a devil's deal, huh? I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Kafka slowly finished the rest of her sandwich and drank the last sip of her milk.

"Okay, come on then. I really enjoy gambling. What do you want?"

"Me? Don't you already know what I want?"

"Indeed," Kafka shrugged. "Then, let me tell you my conditions."

She picked up the tissue and wiped the milk stains off her lips gracefully.

After a few seconds of pausing, she slowly said, "I want to taste fear."

"Taste fear?"

Shen Yi couldn't help but be stunned.

"Yes."

A hint of hidden loss flashed across Kafka's hazy purple eyes: "I want to change myself. I don't have the mechanism of "fear".

There was a hole in my head and heart, even though I wasn't aware of it.

Therefore, I cannot achieve this kind of change on my own, I need to rely on external things."

"..."

"Mute?" Kafka, noticing the other party's hesitation, couldn't help but sneer: "Why, can't you do it?

Haha, come to think of it, after all, whether it's demons or humans, no creature living in Tianyiwu has such a thing. It seems I overestimated you."

The reason why Shen Yi was stunned was certainly not whether he could do it or not, but the conditions proposed by Kafka itself.

Taste the fear...

Wasn't this the deal she had with Elio?

Now I'm taking over Elio's role again?

Oh, no, not necessarily.

After all, what Kafka wanted from the beginning to the end was to "taste fear."

Even if she hadn't met herself or Elio, when there was a chance to make a deal and fulfill her wish, this would definitely be the condition she proposed.

However, it is a fact that this "game" has changed the plot, and now Kafka has obviously deviated from the original script track.

I don’t know what path the Star Core Hunter will take in the future.

As for whether her wish can be fulfilled...

To be honest, this condition is quite troublesome for Shen Yi.

Tasting fear is not something that can be achieved by simply clapping your hands; it requires a long period of planning and preparation.

But it’s not a big problem, I have plenty of time.

"Okay, I promise you."

"make a deal?"

"make a deal."

"Haha, maybe this step is also part of your plan... But it doesn't matter."

Kafka filled the glass with milk and pushed the bottle of milk across the table.

She raised her glass and smiled, "Cheers?"

"cheers."

Shen Yi picked up the milk bottle with his hands, which only he could see, and clinked glasses with her.

But that's all he can do. He doesn't have a body, so he can't drink milk.

Kafka probably saw this, so she deliberately used this method to squeeze herself.

At this moment, Kafka suddenly put down the cup and with lightning speed, she reached out to grab the arm that held the milk bottle.

But the result was obvious, she caught nothing.

Kafka, whose move failed, was not angry. Instead, she smiled with interest and nodded slightly.

"Oh, so it is. It has no physical body, but it can cook and hold a cup? How interesting."

"The power of God is amazing, isn't it?"

"It's best for demons to refrain from provoking the Star God. If they are punished by heaven one day, our deal will have to be terminated prematurely."

Kafka withdrew her hand and drank another glass of milk.

It was the first time for her to drink two glasses of milk in a row in the morning. A bottle of fresh milk in New Babylon sells for a high price of 5000 credit points. Hunting a low-level demon usually only gives a bounty of to credit points.

For this small bounty, sometimes even one has to sacrifice one's life, so mercenaries use these weird prices and collapsed monetary system to mock that human life is not even worth a bottle of milk.

In fact, there are no workers in the broad sense in New Babylon. It is basically impossible to survive in this place by working for others. The children you see on the street may be pickpockets who are proficient in theft.

In the most luxurious place of spending money here, "Cloud", it is said that the youngest girls providing "happy" services are as old as single digits.

In the eyes of others, New Babylon is indeed the least habitable planet, but for the locals born here, those behaviors that outsiders consider "despicable, ugly, and inhumane" are just their ordinary daily life.

After putting down the cup, Kafka opened the terminal and confirmed today's hunting mission.

"Oh, Queen Street, that place is bustling with people. It would take some tricks to kill a member of the Annihilation Gang there without causing a stir. No wonder that guy was so generous."

Hearing this, Shen Yi also echoed: "Indeed, after all, your ability can play an important role in this hunting operation."

"You know me well enough, demon."

Kafka snorted softly, put on her coat, and used the hanging hem to cover the submachine gun hidden at her waist.

"Good times always come to an end. It's time to leave."

Chapter 122 Because I am a God (5K)

New Babylon was particularly cold at night.

Although winter has not yet arrived, the evening breeze is already cutting the skin like a bone scraper in the cold winter.

Kafka held a cup of hot cocoa in her hand, and her coat swayed gently in the bleak evening breeze.

She leaned against the telephone booth on the corner of the street, her eyes, hazy like purple frosted glass, flickering a faint light in the dark night.

Homemade hot cocoa is more expensive than milk.

Most of the hunters' income has to be used to replenish weapons and enhance equipment. After leaving aside necessary expenses, most hunters are actually quite tight on money.

Kafka is not one of those demon hunters who is well-off. Her income is not enough to support her to be rich and spend lavishly in high-end restaurants.

Even so, she still maintains the habit of having a cup of hot cocoa before and after completing a commission.

Time passed slowly and gradually approached midnight.

Although the streets were not as busy as before, there were still a few pedestrians and vehicles coming and going.

She had already drunk up the warm hot cocoa before it cooled down completely, leaving dark brown sand-like residue at the bottom of the cup.

A black car slowly stopped in front of her.

The rear hood opened automatically with a slight "click", revealing a delicate black box lying quietly inside.

Kafka pressed her fingers on the box, and as a faint red light slowly swept across her palm, one side of the black box slowly popped out.

Inside were three neatly arranged grenades, their pitch-black metal bodies flashing a cold light under the streetlights.

In most cases, the Demon Hunter Association is not so kind as to proactively provide weapons and equipment to the hunters. The destructive power of these three grenades is not very strong. Rather than saying that they are used to deal with demons, it is better to say that they are left for the hunters to "commit suicide."

When fighting against some special demons, especially mental demons, ordinary demon hunters are very likely to be unable to withstand the opponent's mental attacks, or completely indulge their desires under years of high pressure, fall into the abyss, and transform into demons like their prey.

At such times, hunters who do not want to become demons will prepare a "glory bullet" for themselves.

The Glory Bomb has an extremely short detonation time, and once it is activated, there is basically no chance to release it.

At the moment of explosion, the grenade will release a special electrical signal that can directly destroy brain consciousness. The range is extremely short and usually only affects one person.