Luciferâs life is filled with happiness.
Because he has a wonderful father.
In his childhood memory, he remembers the earliest conversation with his father was when he was four years old, shortly after starting kindergarten.
At the time, he was crying because he liked a girl of the same age named Elena.
But Elena always played with Rose in class and not with him, which made him very aggrieved.
After learning about this, his father comforted him by saying, "Son, donât cry. Your life will be joyful. You can do whatever you want in the future."
At the time, he said in anger, "Then I want to kill Rose for snatching Elena from me!"
His father laughed and said, "No problem, son. You can kill whoever you want because you are Mammonâs son."
Thus, he took the recoil-free pistol his father gave him and went to school the next day, accompanied by bodyguards, and shot Rose, then the kindergarten teacher who rushed in to stop him, and for good measure, a few classmates he found disagreeable.
And afterward?
I donât know how his father dealt with it, but no sheriff ever came looking for him.
All he remembers is the news saying that a gangster broke into their kindergarten and committed violence, causing horrific casualties, and has now been arrested.
At that moment, he realized what his father said was true. His life would be joyful, and he could do whatever he wanted.
Thus, he happily grew up under his fatherâs care, formed bands, became a celebrity, drank every day, and flirted with girls. Later, feeling boredom from such an aimless lifestyle, he followed New Moon Cityâs prevailing trend and became a mercenary for some excitement.
In his first year in the industry, he became the Best Rookie of the Year.
In fact, he didnât do anything; the middlemen were adamant he was the Best Rookie of the Year, and he couldnât do anything about it.
After that, things were as they were, rising up, swaggering all the way, and torturing anyone he disliked.
A few days ago, he tortured a recently established Mercenary Corps, whose head was last yearâs Best Rookie of the Year and was a grassroots who worked his way up from the bottom.
Grassroots is inspiring? Ha, sorry, his favorite is torturing those who think they are inspiring but have never been beaten by reality.
He liked to crush them underfoot, watching them struggle futilely.
Oh, right...
What was the name of the Mercenary Corps he tortured a few days ago?
...
The carousel of memories ended.
Luciferâs consciousness returned to reality, seeing Dongdongâs eyes gazing at him coldly and the Dragon Steel Baseball Bat coming down on his head.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Happy memories were mercilessly torn by reality, and Lucifer let out a cry of despair.
"Boomâ"
With a deafening boom, the bat smashed to the ground, creating a crater that cracked like a spider web.
In a daze, Lucifer found himself still alive.
He turned his head to look...
The baseball bat landed irregularly, half a meter away from his head, veering off in an unnatural direction.
Looking at Dongdong again, she stood there with a perplexed expression, squinting her eyes incessantly, waving her hands in front as if something blocked her vision.
Without warning, a burst of blood blossomed on Dongdongâs chest, pierced by a high-powered armor-piercing bullet through her energy core.
"Bang!"
The blood flowers danced in mid-air, and the thunderous gunshot echoed from afar.
Dongdong staggered forward and collapsed, her energy core completely destroyed, her engine beginning to extinguish, uncontrollably exiting the second gear overload state.
The power of the piercing bullet was formidable, leaving a fist-sized blood hole in her chest, blood profusely staining the ground.
Dongdong coughed blood while lying in the pool of blood, her pupils shown without focus, akin to a broken doll.
Leading the crowd, a middle-aged man with a fat face and large ears emerged, holding a string of prayer beads, eyes swirling with energy, enveloping Dongdong with the power of "Illusionary Blood Code."
"What a blessing that I didnât arrive late."
"Funeral Star" Xuan Hui joined hands in prayer towards the dying Lucifer.
"Gemini White Star" Park Sang-woo and "Gemini Black Star" Park Sung-wook also walked out side by side, with the former revealing the dark nozzle of a high-powered armor-piercing bullet in his palm, emitting gentle smoke.
Park Sang-woo looked at Dongdong in a blood pool and cursed, "Ah, really, this kid is actually capable of Second Gear Overload? I havenât even mastered the First Gear yet."
Park Sung-wook: "Iâm the same as my elder brother."
Controlled by "Spirit Star" Chiyoda Shinnai, the Mechanical Fierce Beast Ying Fox jumped into the battlefield. Its narrow eyes gazed at Dongdong, suffused with an inexplicable sense of melancholy.
"This girl shouldered everything alone to avoid implicating her companions..."
"Divine Palace... sheâs just like you..."
By now, the onlookers and journalists, who enjoyed watching the drama, had surrounded them.
The head of New Moon Seven Stars, "Taiwei Star," had been openly hit by an unknown figure, and the news could stay on the front page for at least a month.
However, as they prepared to photograph Luciferâs embarrassing scene, suddenly, their vision turned black, and harsh, erratic whispers flooded their minds, nearly ripping apart their consciousness.
Xuan Huiâs calm voice echoed in their minds, "Let the willing one have mercy; Taiwei Starâs current state shouldnât be spread."
Park Sang-woo pointed the dark nozzle in the palm toward them: "Scram quickly, donât seek trouble here."
The crowd could only cower away from the square; a few brave ones hid in the corners, snapping a few distant shots for contribution.
Park Sang-woo twisted his neck, leading Park Sung-wook toward the collapsed Dongdong: "Letâs finish off this brat first."
At this moment, Ying Foxâs eyes sharpened, its massive body blocking their path: "What do you plan to do?"
Park Sang-woo: "What do you think?"
Ying Fox: "Weâre here to rescue Lucifer, then collect some benefits from Hegemony Company. Weâre here to save people, not stab her again."
Park Sang-woo shrugged: "Anyway, weâre here to help Lucifer, might as well do everything."
Ying Fox didnât retreat and said sternly: "Weâre just rescuing people, why engage in heartless deeds?"
Park Sang-woo glared and cursed: "Chiyoda bitch, I told you women are unreliable! Showing pity at a time like this? Are you joking with me?!"
Xuan Hui also said meaningfully: "This girlâs talent is immeasurable, and cannot be used by us; itâs useless to keep her."
As the three moved forward, Ying Fox continued blocking with its body, its paws scratching the ground, letting out threatening growls.
Park Sang-wooâs eyes grew eerie: "Youâre insistent on meddling? Fine, let me tell you, I find her annoying."
"Everyone uses prosthetics, and sheâs managed Second Gear Overload at such a young age. How can we stand it if she becomes famous? It wonât reflect well on our Gemini Star, so she must die today."
Seeing Ying Fox still blocking the way, Park Sang-woo and Park Sung-wook simultaneously released their Prosthetic Battle Blade: "Kesai giya! You clearly need a lesson!"
Xuan Huiâs eyes swirled with energy, wearing a cold smile: "Chiyoda, Iâve already detected your true body. If you donât want to die, retreat quickly."
Ying Foxâs body stiffened, evidently affected by the Illusionary Blood Codeâs warning impact.
It snorted unwillingly and evaded the three: "Handle this yourselves, Iâm not joining in."