Starting with Fireflies, Speedrun the World

The neon lights atop the building are dazzling and colorful, while the red lanterns hanging around it add a touch of romance.

Akame exchanged a few words with Clara, then headed to their current location alone.

Her figure was elusive, seemingly slow but actually fast, like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye she had arrived inside the magnificent building.

Even before you go inside, you can hear faint moans and joyful laughter coming from within.

Akame gently pushed the door open, and what came into her view was a group of girls with disheveled clothes. They had pretty faces and slender figures. Although they were not very beautiful, they were still quite attractive.

At this moment, their eyes were glazed over, their bodies swaying as they collapsed to the ground, a pipe dangling from their mouths as they smoked something.

A strange smell wafted over, and Akame frowned slightly, quickly covering her nose with her hand.

Her eyes were drawn to the center of the room, where a huge incense burner was placed, slowly emitting purple smoke.

If I'm not mistaken, this purple smoke is indeed a hallucinogenic drug, or you could say a narcotic.

The brothel owners used these drugs to control these innocent girls, forcing them into prostitution. However, these hallucinogenic drugs have strong side effects; long-term exposure is extremely harmful to the body, and usually results in death within a few months.

In brothels, if they found a girl whose body was no longer viable, they would dispose of her without hesitation, then arrest another batch of girls, repeating this cycle endlessly. It was utterly inhumane and utterly depraved.

A cold glint flashed in her crimson, ruby-like eyes. Her purpose in coming here was to eradicate this cancer in the capital and to prevent them from remaining in the world to continue harming innocent girls.

Just as she was about to make a move, she suddenly noticed Clara appearing silently beside her.

"Clara, what are you doing up here?"

What she just told Clara was that Clara would stay outside to prevent the target from escaping, while she would infiltrate the interior to carry out the assassination.

Clara also wanted to help.

"Also, Clara has already deployed self-destructing robots outside, so everything will be fine."

Clara quickly replied that they had agreed to act together, and if she was only responsible for cleaning up the mess outside, she felt something was missing.

"Alright then... but I hope you can be mentally prepared for the scenario you're about to face."

Akame hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

Although dealing with a security captain by herself was no problem, it was still a two-person operation. One of the objectives this time was to familiarize Clara with night raid assassination operations.

The only thing I'm really concerned about is whether Clara can accept what she's about to see.

Even though Akame had seen many scenes countless times and killed countless people, she still couldn't suppress her feelings, because those were the most basic concepts and morals of being human.

"Clara knows, but Clara will overcome it." Clara was mentally prepared for those things.

That's why I don't want to just watch.

"Ah."

Akame said no more and was just about to take action when a shrill scream suddenly came from not far away.

"Walk."

Upon hearing the sound, Akame said something to Clara and then walked towards the direction from which the scream came.

Reaching a good spot, the view in the distance is unobstructed through the gaps in the railing.

"As long as you make money for me, I'll give you more medicine." The two men looked down at the girls lying half-reclined on the ground with wicked smiles on their faces.

"Yes."

The girls smiled weakly, their eyes glazed over, clearly under the influence of drugs.

"Boss, look at this guy."

One of the men, dressed in a white suit, whispered to the other, a one-eyed man.

A young girl lay on the ground, her face still flushed with an unnatural redness, her mouth slightly open, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her body trembling slightly.

"Oh?"

The man referred to as the boss was taken aback, then sighed, "She's beyond saving. She smells fishy and is already ruined. Dispose of her as waste and get a new one to replace her."

"Give me more medicine..."

At that moment, the girl trembled as she reached out her hand to them, her eyes filled with longing for the medicine.

Upon hearing this, the man in the white suit smirked, revealing a wicked smile. He raised his fist high and punched the girl hard in the face. The girl screamed in pain, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness.

"It's too much..."

Looking at the scene ahead, Clara's expression turned somewhat angry.

"Do not impulse."

Noticing Clara's condition, Akame grabbed her shoulder; an assassin must control their emotions. Although she had already mentally given these people a death sentence.

Looking at the one-eyed man in front of them, whom they called the boss, they were certain that he was their target this time: Ouka.

Ouka, the captain of the Imperial Capital Garrison, is known as "Ouka the Demon." He has a tall, muscular build, a scarred face, a cold-blooded and ruthless style, and superb martial arts skills, which have earned him the name of a demon.

Although he is a scoundrel who does all sorts of evil and is only after profit, it is undeniable that he is indeed a man of genuine talent. Otherwise, he would not have been able to inspire fear in so many opponents and enemies, nor could he have lived such a lawless life in the capital.

He now only has his right eye left; his left eye is covered by a large star-shaped scar, an injury he sustained in his youth. This injury did not discourage him; instead, it fueled his ferocity, making him even more brutal and ruthless.

He dismembered the enemy who had destroyed one of his eyes, and from then on, he used ruthless and cruel methods to climb the ranks, eventually becoming the captain of the Imperial Capital Garrison. Anyone who opposed him met a bad end.

After becoming the captain of the garrison, he began to abuse his power and collude with some businessmen to illegally reap huge profits. He also framed and killed many innocent people, including the oil merchant.

Besides those merchants, he was also involved in the red-light district.

After all, these bloody and violent ways of making money can be called a risk-free business. The women are directly tricked or even abducted from slums and other places. There is no cost, and the money comes quickly.

"..."

"These women are all dying lately!"

"That's easy, there are plenty of women in the slums."

Hearing Ouka's remark, the man in white next to him said indifferently.

As long as they don't have connections, they don't care who they are; if they're attractive, they'll just kidnap them. Then, using drugs to control them, these guys will obediently follow orders and make money for the drugs.

Although this stuff has strong side effects, over time it can lead to you becoming completely useless, just like the woman next to you.

But we've already made enough money; we can move on to the next batch.

"That's true. After all, those people there are so easy to fall into your trap if you just tell them they can make money."

"But compared to that, boss, shouldn't we also expand our drug sales channels?" the man in the white suit said with a fawning smile, offering a cigarette to Oka.

Oka took the cigarette, lit it with a lighter, took a drag, exhaled a ring of smoke, thought for a moment, and replied, "It's time to expand further. I'll go talk to that guy about it."

These drugs have always been extremely profitable, so how could he not be interested? It's just that many things are beyond his control.

However, he was no longer satisfied with the status quo. Being merely a security captain was not enough for him. He wanted to climb higher. Ability was secondary; what mattered more was that he needed more money to bribe his superiors.

He was well aware that although he was very powerful in the eyes of many ordinary people and his subordinates, he was nothing in front of those big shots.

While Oka was talking to the man, Clara and Akame had already made preparations.

"Burial!"

Just as Oka and the other were about to leave, a clear, girlish voice rang out, followed by a terrifying flash of blade light.

Compared to the man next to him, Oka possesses a very strong intuition for danger, which is why he has managed to survive to this point.

After all, he is the Demon Lord Ouka!

So he instinctively dodged it immediately, but the man next to him wasn't so lucky and was directly slashed by Akame.

An arm was cut off.

Feeling the agony of his severed arm, the man let out a pitiful scream, but Akame's attack was far from over. At that moment, the cursed poison of the Imperial Arm Demon Blade took effect, and before he could even recover from the pain of his severed arm, the man immediately lost all signs of life.

This is the Imperial Arm, Murasame, capable of killing with a single strike.

Anyone scratched by it will surely die; there is no cure.

"who?!"

He quickly created distance, and Oka's face turned extremely grim as he stared at the man who had died so tragically before him. If it weren't for his quick reflexes, it wouldn't just be that man dead here now.

His gaze was fixed on the girl in front of him.

Undeniably, the girl before him was a stunning beauty, but Ouka had no time to care about her looks right now.

He sensed only a chilling killing intent emanating from the girl, the kind of killing intent only a killer who had murdered countless people possessed.

"..."

Akame didn't waste any words and continued charging towards him. She had only one goal: to completely destroy the person in front of her.

"Not going to say anything? Even if you don't say anything, I can guess what's going on."

Ouka was wary of Akame's actions, but outwardly he didn't care at all, as if he didn't take her seriously at all.

He drew his sword and charged forward.

The killing intent in his eyes was equally undisguised!

"You're from Night Raid, aren't you? Someone hired you to kill me?"

"So...who exactly is behind this request? There are so many people I want to get their services from. Could it be the one from recently? The fiancée of the guy I killed a while ago?"

"Forget it, none of that matters. Compared to that, it's you... Why be such a beautiful woman as an assassin? Why be a thief when you're such a beauty? Why not come with me? I guarantee you'll earn more money than you would as an assassin, and you'll have a blast every day."

Seeing that Akame remained silent and attacked him expressionlessly, Ouka burst into maniacal laughter. While continuously provoking her with words, he wielded his sword and slashed at her with extreme ferocity.

His every movement seemed to shake the ground, making him look like a real wild beast.

Chapter 37 The Ability of Wisdom and Destiny

Akame didn't react to Ouka's verbal insults, nor did she get angry. These verbal abuses had no effect on her.

After all, she's no novice.

Although she was only a teenager at the time, she had undergone brutal training by the empire many years ago, and buried countless enemies in order to complete the missions assigned by the empire.

She had carried out all the assassination missions alone, and during the missions, she constantly felt the evil and twisted nature of the Empire. Finally, she was persuaded by Najenda to join "Night Raid" when she was assassinating her.

These were all child's play for her.