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Looking at the abnormal Chishou Natsuyo, Moyin asked with concern.
"I... I am craving for your blood... I treat you, Brother Moyin, as food. I, I feel like I am addicted to this blood."
Chishou Natsuyo said in horror.
Chapter 43: Don’t regret after you lose something
"Huh? Food? I think it's just that my blood tastes better, although I've never drunk it myself. But in the past, 416 would occasionally give me a bite to drink, saying that it replenishes my ingredients. If you like it, it's okay to give you a little more next time. I'm just afraid that you'll have problems with your body if you drink too much."
Moyin said lovingly, it feels good to be asked for by a cute loli.
"No, that's not right. My brain clearly didn't want to drink that much. I just wanted to drink a little at the beginning, but my body was addicted to it. This is wrong. If more and more people drink your blood, Brother Moyin, one day we will suck all the blood out of your body!"
Chishou Natsuyo said worriedly.
"...It seems... that there is indeed a problem."
Only then did Moyin realize the seriousness of the problem. There seemed to be 700,000 cursed children in this world. If his blood was really addictive to them, then one day he might really be completely drunk dry.
Even if his hematopoietic function was strengthened, he could not withstand the continuous bloodsucking of 700,000 lolis.
"Hey, system, what's going on?"
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Moyin immediately asked the system. After all, it was the system that told him that blood could be used to interfere with the degree of erosion.
"It is normal for life to want to sublimate to a higher level. You are also pursuing to become stronger. This is human nature."
"If there is a certain liquid that makes you stronger after drinking it, you would also want to continue drinking it, right? Similarly, they also desire genes that can make them stronger. But don't worry, as long as you are stronger than all of them, no one can forcibly take your blood, right?"
"You can think of it as a motivation to push yourself to become stronger."
"…………I always feel like you've set a trap for me."
"You won't die from this, and you have the motivation to become stronger. Isn't that great? Without the threat of death, life cannot progress again. At least you are stagnant now. I record the various values of your body cells every day. Unfortunately, you have made no progress in the past few months."
"Except for the fact that he has better control over his own strength, this should be classified as adapting to the power contained in his own body, rather than evolving from a life level."
"If you can continue to evolve, I think your hematopoietic function will become stronger."
The system responded quickly.
"........."
Moyin didn't know what to say. Even if the system wanted to evolve again, he didn't know what he should do. After all, he was just an ordinary person.
"Don't forget that this world is a reward world for you after all. Everything you have is based on your own strength. Once you die, whether it's the tactical dolls or the children you are saving now, they may encounter misfortune again."
The system reminded coldly.
"Brother Moyin, I really should leave you. I feel like I have turned into a monster. I actually regard you as food."
Chishou Natsuyo said with some sadness.
"No, my blood itself has a special attraction to you, and I believe you can control this desire."
"Or do you always think of escaping to solve the problem every time you encounter difficulties?"
Moyin looked at Chishou Natsuyo provocatively.
"I, I just don't want you to hate me. I want to stay by your side, but wouldn't you feel disgusted if I were treated as food?"
Chishou Natsuyo looked at Moyin sadly.
“Hahahaha, I’m actually quite happy to be treated as food by a little loli. Don’t mind it. And since you’re so worried, then try to protect myself from having my blood taken away by others. I’m still confident that I can feed a few little guys.”
Moyin patted Chishou Natsuyo's shoulder cheerfully.
"...I understand. If you don't hate me, then let me stay with you, Brother Moyin."
The fear on Chishou Natsuyo's face gradually dissipated, and he returned to his usual calmness.
"Commander, Satomi Rentaro has left the city and boarded the train to District 39."
UMP9's report was heard through the tactical headset.
"Okay, I understand. Xia Shi, I'm going to go out for a while. There's a computer over there. Go search for what experimental equipment is needed to study genes and make a list for me. I want to build a research institute. I remember that you have a high IQ, right? Then you can take the lead in studying how my blood reacts to the gastrula gene."
Researchers naturally have to be highly intelligent people. In fact, Moyin has always felt that children with high IQs like Chishou Natsuyo should not fight, but should study the nature of the enterovirus.
On the other hand, he is now planning to execute Rentaro Satomi, so he doesn't want Chiju Natsuyo to follow him.
"Okay, walk slowly."
Chishou Natsuyo nodded respectfully and walked towards the laptop.
Moyin turned around and left the Longyu Civilian Security Company.
When Moyin walked to the tram stop, he ran into Ixiong Jangjian, whose face was covered in blood.
"Hey! Kid! Give me my Starter back!"
Yi Xiongjiang rushed over angrily.
Moyin jumped back lightly, avoiding the fierce attack from Yixiong Jiangjian, and then stepped on the giant sword.
"Don't you understand how incompetent you are? You don't know how to cherish the hard-won opportunity. Can you really bring happiness to Chishou Natsuyo?"
Moyin looked indifferently at the burly man in front of him who was trying hard to pull away the giant sword under his feet, and asked indifferently.
"She...is not dead?"
General Yi Xiong was stunned for a moment.
"Hehe, Xia Shi looks much cuter than you, and speaks sweetly, why should I want to kill her."
"Then I.. apologize to you. Can you give her back to me?"
"It's impossible, stupid guy. You have to understand that you should pay the price for your stupid actions, and she is the price this time. If it weren't for her, I would have killed you long ago. Cherish the chance she left for you to live. You shouldn't have offended me so many times."
"Don't regret it after you lose it. Remember what happened today."
Moyin bypassed Yixiongjiangjian and took the tram that happened to arrive at the station.
General Yi Xiong sat down on the ground, looking at the huge sword in his hand, at a loss.
He had always thought that he was very powerful and Chishou Natsuyo was just an insignificant tool, but... now he suddenly missed that little figure.
As Moyin said, with his annoying personality, if it weren't for Chishou Natsuyo, he might have been killed by Moyin in the morning.
But it was too late now. He turned around suddenly and remembered that he had always been taken care of by Chishou Natsuyo.
Chapter 44: Hell is empty, the devil is on earth
The tram to District 39 was empty, with only Moyin in the huge carriage.
"It's really strange that you can ride in this car."
It seemed that it was a rare opportunity to meet a passenger, so the driver started talking to Moyin.
"Well, I'm going to do something over there."
Moyin answered casually.
"District 39? I understand. I understand."
The driver gave a meaningful smile.
"Huh? What do you understand?"
Moyin asked curiously. He had only talked to the other party for a few words, and he didn't believe that the other party had already guessed what he wanted to do.
"Haha, judging from your attire, you're planning on causing trouble for those rubbish in District 39. They're really good for testing knives."
"But if you can get a gun, it's best to get one. Don't underestimate those kids because they are young. If they fight hard, they can still hurt people. Last month, someone dared to fight back, but he was shot dead by the local guards."
The driver said proudly.
"Oh? So you tried the knife on them yourself?"
Moyin suppressed the anger in his heart and asked calmly.
"Not really. After all, I'm just a driver. I just kick them a few times occasionally."
“…………There aren’t many people riding this bus. Isn’t it a waste of resources to run it every day?”
Moyin looked at the gradually dilapidated buildings outside the window and asked with some confusion.
Ever since the gastrula war ten years ago, people have been forced to retreat into the barrier formed by the forged monoliths. It can be said that most resources and other supplies are in serious shortage. Moreover, almost no one cares about the cursed children, and ordinary people will not go to the dangerous outer areas unless necessary. He felt very strange that the tram on this line was still running.
Judging from Tendo Kikunosuke's attitude towards the Cursed Child, he perfectly squeezed out all the value of the Cursed Child. Logically, he should not waste resources in this regard.
"Haha, this is really an interesting question. You see, aren't you going somewhere? From time to time, people who can't stand the pressure of work in the city or some emotional failures or people with special fetishes will take this train to District 39 to have some fun."
"If you like any little monsters, trade them with food and they will be very obedient. Even though they don't know how to do anything, they are young, cheap and tight."
The driver gave a sick smile.
After hearing the driver's explanation, Moyin suddenly felt furious. He had never expected that the tram on this line would exist for such a reason.
Moyin slowly stood up, walked to the driver's seat, and pulled the driver out of the seat.
"what are you doing?!!!"
The driver fell heavily to the floor, shouting angrily.
However, when he saw Moyin's hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, he immediately felt something was wrong.
A flash of knife light appeared, and the driver only felt a sudden sharp pain in his legs. His legs were directly separated from his body by the small sword.
"Ahhhhhh!??? You lunatic! What did you do!!! My legs."
The driver, who had no idea what was happening, could only howl in agony due to the intense pain. Moyin looked coldly at the driver whose body was twisted on the ground, and swung his knife twice again to cut off the driver's arms.
"Repent for what you have done in your life, and report to Satan in your pain."
"Ahhh! You devil, you bastard, you actually cut off my limbs!!!"
Moyin turned around and got off the tram, leaving behind the driver who kept cursing at him.
It feels like it's too easy for him to just take his life away.
I cut off the driver's limbs myself. The driver will die within a few minutes due to excessive blood loss. With this kind of injury, he may have a chance of survival in the intensive care bed of the hospital, but in this area far away from the city, there is no need to worry that he will survive and leak the secret.
Moreover, even if the police found him, he could just send them away with some money. Moyin once again realized the importance of strength and money.