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Urban Missions of 188NghtRad

While Gu Chuan was enjoying the sweet and innocent interactions with his new "family," on the other side of the apartment, an atmosphere of "boredom" and "anxiety" permeated the air, completely out of place with this warm and cozy daily life.

On the sofa in the living room, Leone, like a restless lioness who had been locked in a cage for too long, unceremoniously put her legs up on the coffee table and dangled them back and forth.

"Ah - how boring!"

She let out what was now, for who knows how many times, a wailing filled with despair.

"Every day, I either eat, sleep, or watch that box called a TV... I feel like the bones in my body are about to rust!"

"Shut up, Leone."

Nearby, Mine, who was carefully wiping her Imperial Arm "Pumpkin," replied without looking up.

"You should be grateful to have such peaceful days. What more could you want?"

“Peace?” Leone scoffed, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his wild, cat-like eyes. “Peace is for ordinary people. We are born to live in darkness and bloodshed!”

She suddenly sat up from the sofa and made the suggestion in a highly persuasive tone.

"Hey! Najenda! How about we go out and pull off a heist?! Let's find a few lousy, unpleasant-looking guys and teach them a lesson. It's better than sitting here getting moldy!"

"I reject your proposal."

Sitting quietly on a single sofa, reading a book, Najendan interrupted her dangerous thoughts with an unquestionable, calm tone befitting a "leader."

“Leone, remember this. This is not the Empire. We know nothing about the rules of this world. Any rash actions are forbidden without the master's permission.”

“Master…Master…” Leone muttered softly, her tone revealing obvious dissatisfaction, “That guy, he’s out dating those young and pretty girls every day, while leaving us in this birdcage-like house. It’s so unfair!”

Their conversation was heard by Gu Chuan, who had just returned from the training ground, without missing a single word.

He looked at the group of girls who, though dressed in modern casual clothes, were still, at heart, top-tier assassins yearning for battle, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

He knew it very well.

Forcing a group of lions, accustomed to living on the edge, to live the life of canaries is itself a cruel form of torture.

"—Since you guys are so free..."

He slowly walked out of the room and threw a printed document, which he had just retrieved from Butler A, "Alice," onto the coffee table in the living room.

"Then, let's find you something to do."

Najendan put down her book, picked up the document, and quickly browsed through it.

That record contained all the intelligence about a vicious criminal organization that operated illegally trafficking people, hidden in the darkest corner of this seemingly peaceful city.

From the location of the stronghold and the composition of the personnel to the weapon configuration and activity patterns... everything was recorded in great detail, even more accurately than the most professional military intelligence.

“This is…” A hint of shock flashed in Najenda’s sharp, single eye.

"—Your blood oath is a pledge of allegiance."

Gu Chuan said in a calm tone.

"Let me see just how far you assassins from another world can go in this steel jungle."

"Mission objective," he said, looking at Najendan and all the NghtRad members who instantly entered "combat mode," issuing his first order as "master," "—destroy their stronghold and rescue all the trapped hostages."

"as well as……"

He paused, and a cold, emotionless glint flashed in his golden eyes.

"—Every single scum involved in this matter will be eliminated."

……

That night.

The city's neon lights, like a curtain of falsehood, conceal all the sins and filth that breed beneath the glitz and glamour.

A building, located outside an abandoned warehouse in the port area.

Several ghostly black figures silently disappeared into the night.

"—Akame, point A, ready."

"—Mine, sniper position ready."

"—Hill and Chelsea, in charge of perimeter security and support."

"—Leone, infiltrate from the front and investigate the situation inside."

Najendan calmly issued commands through a miniature communicator. She was like the commander of a highly sophisticated and ruthless war machine, maximizing the potential of every single component.

Leone, using the superhuman sense of smell and hearing granted by her Imperial Arms "Lion King," easily bypassed all the visible and hidden sentries and infiltrated the warehouse, like a cheetah hunting in the night.

Soon, a detailed internal structural diagram, as well as the location where the hostages were being held, appeared clearly on Najendan's tactical tablet.

"—The operation begins."

With that, she gave the order.

A one-sided "massacre" from another world, a dimensional attack, has officially begun.

Akame, like a grim reaper walking in the darkness. Each time her demonic sword, "Murasame," is drawn, it takes a life of evil. Those thugs wielding modern firearms cannot even catch a glimpse of her shadow; they are killed silently with a single blow.

Mine occupied the tallest crane in the port. The Imperial Arm "Pumpkin" in her hand transformed into a scythe of death, more precise and deadly than any of the world's most advanced sniper rifles. Any survivors attempting to escape from the warehouse would be instantly vaporized by a pink beam of energy filled with destructive power.

Hill and Chelsea are like the perfect partners. One is responsible for using the Teigu "Severing All Things" to cut off all devices that try to sound the alarm; the other uses the Teigu "Gaia Foundation" to transform into various identities, create chaos, and provide the perfect cover for their comrade's assassination.

Less than ten minutes.

The entire ruthless criminal organization that had been entrenched in the port area and had left the police helpless was completely eradicated.

All the hostages were rescued unharmed.

in the apartment.

Yueyi, cold and aloof, looked at the assassination footage transmitted back by the drone—a work of art, full of professionalism and efficiency—and nodded in satisfaction.

He snapped his fingers.

Those golden divine eyes lit up once more.

The next second, all the surveillance cameras in the port area experienced a brief, imperceptible signal interruption.

All records of emergency calls made tonight in the police's alarm system have been silently and completely erased.

Even the memories of the rescued hostages were slightly and harmlessly altered. In their memories, they were not saved by a group of girl assassins from another world, but by a group of masked heroes who descended from the sky like divine warriors.

With his godlike power, he completely erased all traces of NghtRad's actions from this world.

When NghtRad and his group returned to the apartment once again.

Although they still carried a faint, lingering smell of blood.

But in their beautiful eyes, that familiar, bright light called "goal" and "value" was rekindled.

Finally, in this peaceful yet unfamiliar city, they found their own new "battlefield."

189 Abnormal Energy Fluctuations

When the NghtRad members returned to the apartment, still carrying the faint smell of blood and with a renewed gleam of "value" in their eyes, they were greeted by Gu Chuan, who had been waiting for them, and a steaming table of sumptuous late-night snacks as a "victory celebration."

"—Welcome back, my blades."

Gu Chuan leaned back on the sofa, a satisfied smile on his face, full of approval, befitting a "master".

"Well done."

"Hmph, those kinds of weaklings aren't even worth a second glance!" Leone, while shamelessly stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth, mumbled and boasted, "Next time, I'll find something much tougher!"

“That’s right, that’s right!” Mine, unusually, chimed in, “I haven’t even had my fill of smashing pumpkins yet!”

The girls chattered excitedly about the battle that had just taken place, which they considered a "warm-up exercise." Once again, the living room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

However, there was one exception.

"Owner."

Akame put down her chopsticks. She slowly walked up to Gu Chuan. Her usually calm, red eyes now held a hint of seriousness and confusion.

“Deep inside that warehouse, I sensed a strange residual energy.”

"Strange energy?" Gu Chuan's smile faded slightly.

He knew very well that the demon sword "Murasame" in Akame's hand was a cursed sword, a demonic blade specifically designed to reap lives. Therefore, she possessed a far more acute perception of all kinds of negative and malicious energy than ordinary people.

"Hmm." Akame nodded, struggling to find the words to describe the unprecedented feeling.

"That energy was somewhat similar to the fel energy we encountered in Esdeath's world. Both were filled with cold, pure malice."

“But…” she paused, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, “it is completely different from fel energy. Fel energy, to me, feels violent, chaotic, and filled with the resentment of life twisted from darkness. But that energy…”

"It's more like... a lifeless, cold, steel-like dead object. It's like a program, pure malice."

"Malice without life?"

The description of the red eyes successfully aroused Gu Chuan's vigilance.

He originally thought that his world was just an ordinary, peaceful modern city.

But now it seems that beneath this seemingly calm surface, there are hidden, turbulent undercurrents.

Any destabilizing factors that could potentially threaten him and his family must be nipped in the bud immediately.

"--I see."

Gu Chuan stood up from the sofa.

"Red Eyes, lead the way. We'll go back to that warehouse now and take a look."

……

When Gu Chuan and Chi Tong returned to the abandoned warehouse in the port area, it had already been thoroughly "cleaned up" by him using his power as the "Dominator".

All the corpses, bloodstains, and traces of battle vanished without a trace.

In the air, only a faint, salty smell of the sea breeze remained.

"right here."

Akame led him to a small office deep inside the warehouse, filled with all sorts of discarded computers and servers.

"That strange energy comes from these scrap metals."

Gu Chuan remained silent.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Those golden divine eyes quietly opened in the darkness!

The "Dominator's" perception, sufficient to see the essence of all things and originating from a higher dimension, instantly enveloped the entire room!

The next second, his brows furrowed slightly.

He "saw" it.

To the average person, this place is just a pile of cold, lifeless electronic waste.

However, in his "divine vision"—

Strands and streams of black "data streams," composed of countless tiny, twisted "0s" and "1s," filled with an ominous and filthy aura, clung to those abandoned server motherboards and the network cable ports that had long since been cut, just like living, viscous venom!

. 0 . . .

That was not, in the traditional sense, any kind of magic or curse.

Rather, it is a completely new and malicious energy form that he has never seen before, which uses "information" and "data" as carriers and can erode electronic devices, pollute networks, and even directly attack the human spirit!

—“Data vengeful spirit”.

The most fitting word instantly came to Gu Chuan's mind.

The world was not as safe as he had imagined.

Yes, an unknown, mysterious supernatural force from the "technology side" is operating in secret.

Gu Chuan slowly opened his eyes. A cold, unyielding glint flashed in his golden eyes.

He can tolerate the challenges from the otherworldly realm.

However, he would never allow any unknown, filthy "rats" to run rampant in his "home".