Chapter Fourteen: A World of Violence

Zheng Fan passed by on a side path. A thug swung a baton at him, but with his hands in his pockets, he paid no mind. The iron rod passed right through his body and struck a nearby police officer instead.

Similar scenes kept unfolding.

The world, bathed in a crimson glow, seemed set ablaze.

A frenzy of violence stained this realm red, as if the blood spilled by these savages was the fuel for an eternal blaze.

Blood as kindling, violence everlasting.

Watching this, Zheng Fan’s spirit stirred—he yearned to twist a few noisy heads himself and join the fray.

But there was no way.

Here, an ultra-cool brawl party was underway, open to anyone who dared show up. All the hidden and overt maniacs of violence gathered here. Guess who wasn’t on the guest list?

Of course, some lonely little hallucination on the roadside.

Sigh, he really should have brought the Binary Sister along.

Along the street, some people wore striking red-and-white garments. Though the clothes themselves were common enough, the colors were unusual.

Lin Yilin had once explained that those clad in red and white were the denizens of this violent world.

Originally, their clothes were pure white, bleached spotless.

The red, however, was blood soaked into the fabric from the violent battles they endured.

The more red, the deeper and more intense the stain, the more formidable the wearer.

To the untrained eye, the weaker ones looked like ordinary people, but those with more red on their attire were formidable—like little superheroes, or at worst, like Captain America in a movie.

Amid the crowd, they unleashed unparalleled fury, their blood spray eliciting applause from Zheng Fan on the sidelines.

Yet these violent residents were not united.

They made no distinction between friend or foe; in this world, anything that moved was a target, even fellow residents.

It was a thrilling sight.

Why had he crossed over to the dark world as some strange creature?

This world’s style suited him far better.

Zheng Fan thought to himself.

But his excitement came and went quickly. Realizing he couldn’t join in, everything before him lost its charm. It was like when he watched those extreme B-grade films—initially intriguing, but once he remembered he wasn’t the one doing the action, they felt like mere movies, quickly becoming dull.

He arrived at Weeping Laughter Road, a place he often roamed. Many early sightings of him collected by Lin Yilin had come from here.

This street connected West Ting Road and East Ting Road, where the Zero-One Agency was located—a main avenue, easy to traverse.

Here too, another violent event was unfolding.

...

Bang!

A girl in a sailor uniform soaked completely in red was shot through the abdomen.

She was battered and bruised, her dark pupils wide with shock. Her body swayed, her shoulder-length ponytail trembling. An abnormal amount of blood spilled over the street. Though unsteady, she did not fall.

“Jiang Si, finally caught you. The fun’s over. Come with us,” said the shooter, a blond man with slicked-back hair. His red-and-white suit was mixed in color, and he was surrounded by numerous henchmen wearing various animal masks.

“Heh, I’m not done playing yet. It’s too early,” the girl called Jiang Si sneered, her arms hanging at her sides, red threads wrapped around them mingling with her blood.

The blond man said nothing more, chin raised arrogantly. His men closed in on Jiang Si.

“You becoming a ‘killer’ is surprising, but you’re far from mature. You’re too inexperienced. Look at you—at your end,” he said disdainfully.

Whoosh!

Jiang Si flicked the red threads outward, scoring deep scratches on the ground. Anyone caught unaware was cut and bleeding.

The man remained expressionless and fired at the resisting Jiang Si again.

With no energy left to dodge or block, several more bullet holes appeared in Jiang Si’s body. Her pale skin was soaked in blood. Blood flowed constantly from her mouth.

She gasped fiercely, breathing the searing air, her consciousness blurring.

Yet she forced herself to stay alert, tracking her surroundings in search of a chance to escape.

“Hm… black? So bold at such a young age? And lace, no less? Hiss, the violent world really is violent,” a voice suddenly overrode the surrounding noise, whispering in her ear.

She glanced sideways to see a stranger—a young man with curly black hair and gray eyes—twisting his upper body with astonishing flexibility to peek under her skirt...

Dressed entirely in black, he was utterly out of place in this violent world.

Who was he...?

Zheng Fan straightened up, quickly shifting his focus from the imperiled girl.

“Dead or alive, it’s all a convenience for those ready to seize the moment. Too easy for them,” he muttered.

Then, as if on a leisurely stroll, he prepared to leave.

“...What are you doing?” Jiang Si suddenly spoke, halting his steps.

She looked at him with a strange smile, eyes full of delight.

“You—are talking to me?”

Nearby, the blond man’s eyes flickered as if something had drawn his attention to Jiang Si, but when he looked in her direction, there was nothing there.

Had near-death caused her brain to malfunction?

Unlikely. Could it be...

The man’s mind raced with that possibility, and he widened his eyes sharply.

“Don’t answer!”

Bang!

Another gunshot echoed. The man quickly dodged and sought cover.

From the street corner, another gang burst forth—not clad in the red-and-white garb, but a faction from the real world.

This sudden gang incursion was formidable, primarily because they were all armed.

A gang capable of this was no small threat.

Damn, at this very moment!

The gang opened fire, and under the blond man’s command, his men ignored Jiang Si momentarily and began a defensive counterattack.

His forces were evidently stronger—the traits of violent residents on full display—but caught off guard by this assault, chaos reigned.

Before Jiang Si could react, a baton struck the back of her head.

...

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