Gloria's Drama
Time goes back to when the Shadow Dragon just arrived in the Shadow Realm, in the City of Insects.
The delicate girl opened her eyes. The dark blue skirt spread out, gleaming like a deep sea shell.
This city is a natural den of evil. People unleashed all their desires without concealment, becoming beasts that succumbed to the black mist.
All it takes is a spark to turn this city into a scorched earth.
The girl hummed softly, releasing her own power. The phantom light penetrated the wall, illuminating the darkness in the hearts of everyone on the street.
Kindness, friendship, dedication, hope.
Twisted, greedy, bloodthirsty, ugly.
The human soul is composed of two parts: good and evil.
In the era before the Black Mist, all people would go to the Kingdom of the God of Death after death and recall their lives in front of the Wall of Unbelievers. Good souls would be taken away by the gods and enjoy happiness in their kingdoms. Evil souls would drift down the long river in the Kingdom of the God of Death, into the abyss and hell, and become part of their food.
For the gods, distinguishing the good from the bad of souls is the most important part of their work. The good will become the anchor to stabilize the world, while the evil will be sealed under the foot of the world tree to maintain the basic operation of the world.
This is the authority that belongs to the gods. And now, it is in Gloria's hands.
The whole world is clearly divided into black and gold. Half of the people are emitting a faint golden light, while the other half is covered by black mist. The mutants living in the City of Insects are mostly black, and they are constantly devouring the other half of the gold.
The girl separated a part of her soul and awakened her blurred mind. She lightly tapped the air with her fingertips: "You are the housekeeper."
"Maid."
"cook."
"gardener."
These are just casually made puppets, with little power of their own. The good thing is that even if they disappear, they will not have any impact, and are only used to complete the background of the story. But as long as there is a subsequent shooting of thoughts, they can become more real.
In the market of the City of Insects, a maid was picking vegetables. Everything went smoothly at first, and she came to a stall, frowning as she picked.
"Your food is not good, there is water in it."
The vegetable vendor rolled his eyes and said ferociously: "Why do you care whether I add water or not? Eat it if you want. If you don't want to eat it, get out!"
The thin maid fell to the ground, and the vegetables in the basket fell to the ground. No one came to help her. Passers-by walked by indifferently, and a few tomatoes rolled under their feet and were secretly taken away by two people.
Looking at the other person's tearful face, the vegetable vendor licked his lips, with an evil light in his eyes: "You are so weak, you can't be an ordinary person, right?"
This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention. If the spy was really caught, it would be a huge reward. The maid panicked: "No, no, I am a mutant, but it's not very obvious..."
"you
So what? Let me take a closer look. "
"No, no! Help!"
The maid struggled desperately, but could not resist being dragged. She begged desperately to the people around her, but received no response. In endless despair, the maid was dragged into the alley, where she was beaten, scolded and lewdly.
In front of another restaurant, the tightly closed door suddenly opened and something was thrown out.
The restaurant owner yelled, "Get lost! You gave me so much rice! The rice I gave alone is enough for two servings for everyone else!"
The chubby man stood up silently, straightened his tilted hat, and said with a look of righteous indignation: "Boss, the most important thing in doing business is to be honest. Not only did you mix bran into the bread, but you also deducted the share. If you continue like this, something bad will definitely happen."
"Okay, okay, come and mess up my business. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you probably don't know where I am."
The screams were heard on the street. Passersby looked indifferent and no one intended to stop.
Only the lame old man was sitting silently on the roadside holding a pair of gardening shears. From time to time, he cast a worried look towards the alley, but he was unable to help due to his own ability. The worried old gardener did not notice a greedy look on him at all. The metal objects in the City of Insects are very valuable. This pair of gardening shears will definitely sell for a good price.
The man waited for a long time to make sure it was not a fishing rod. Finally, he couldn't help but take action.
A black shadow rushed towards the old man. His mutated bloodline was that of a spirit cat, and he exerted his speed to the extreme, directly snatching the scissors from the opponent's hand. The old man was knocked to the ground, blood dripping from his forehead. He ignored the pain and screamed repeatedly.
"Scissors! My scissors! They are the relics left by my son!"
The people around him did not react at all, and watched the old man slowly die. Several people rushed out, dragged away the body, swept away all his belongings, and threw them into the slums.
As for burial?
You know, some bloodlines need to eat humans.
The black-robed puppet absorbed the endless evil thoughts, and its originally weak body became completely stable. Gloria looked down at the tragedy, with no expression on her face.
She lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands and took a step forward, like a protagonist on a stage under the spotlight. Circles of ripples swung out from under her feet, completely awakening the darkness in people's hearts.
The crying maid in the alley stretched out her hands and broke the opponent's neck. Blood spurted on her clothes, staining them a dark red. The girl climbed up and merged into the crowd in a trance. Every time someone ridiculed her miserable state, the maid turned around and walked towards new prey.
The wanton killing quickly attracted the attention of the Black Mist followers, who began to surround the maid. Although the order of the City of Insects was dark, it was based on the uncontrollable temperament of the mutants, so as to maintain the maximum balance. The killing of this mutant had gone too far.
After seeing them, the bloody maid's emotions suddenly became agitated.
"Why did you come now? Where were you when I was bullied? Where were you when I asked for help? You are such a jerk for arresting me for that kind of bastard!"
Not only were her words fierce, but her strength grew stronger as her emotions grew. Even the Black Mist believers she sent over could not hold her back and had to ask for help from another team.
The team leader replied unhappily: "No one, we are busy here."
The people here suddenly became anxious: "No, we really can't defeat that bloodline person. At worst, we can go back and report our achievements to you. Your supplies will not be wasted."
"This is not a problem of supplies. Five or six restaurant owners have been killed here. The murderer was extremely cruel. I guess he is some completely crazy mutant. If I don't find him soon, the higher-ups will come after me."
After the other party revealed the whole story, he hung up the phone, and the two team leaders were helpless.
They are the followers of the Black Mist, and they are a terrifying existence. Normally, no one would be afraid of them if you just said their names. Now, they are not only the city guards, but also have to solve cases. It is easy for them to kill people, but it is harder than heaven to protect someone. Just when the two teams were scratching their heads, thinking about how to deal with this matter. The murderer had already left the area.
Judging from his appearance, no one would believe that he killed someone. The fat chef always has a smile on his face, as sweet as the apple pie he baked. You can visit him when you have any difficulties and you will never be turned away.
He was very confident in his cooking skills and could not stand those immoral things. Therefore, it was reasonable that he was beaten half to death by his former boss. However, kind people always have good luck. He died in the daytime and got the opportunity to correct the other party's mistakes at night.
Each boss burst into tears and confessed to him that they shouldn't have cut corners and said they would definitely correct their attitude. The chef was so moved that he decided to accept their apology.
If only they could know for a moment how they will feel before they die.
Next, he still has many places to go. There are too many people in this city who don't know how to treat customers and cooking seriously, which is something a chef will never allow. Thinking of this, he was happy and worried. What if he was too late?
Troubles always belong to a minority of people. Elsewhere in the City of Insects, a thief who had a good harvest was feeling smug.
He had done a big business today and stole something good. This pair of garden shears was made of fine material, and it was a good choice whether to sell it or use it as a weapon. He stroked the weapon complacently, and suddenly his palm felt like it was burning. The thief took a breath of cool air, and when he moved his hand away, he found that a mouth had grown on the garden shears.
No wonder it hurts so much, it turns out the garden shears have grown a snip...wait, they have grown a snip! ?
The thief suddenly came to his senses and saw a lot of blood flowing from the gardening shears, forming a familiar face. The old man stared at him with a shrill voice.
"Why did you take away my son's belongings? Why did you kill me? Why did you stand by and watch him die?!"
"It's changed!?"
The thief hurriedly threw away the scissors and crawled out. Unfortunately, he had just run a few steps when his ankle suddenly hurt. Turning his head, he saw that the old man's upper body had taken shape, biting his ankle tightly, with a mad look on his face. This horrific scene almost made the mutant faint, and he screamed miserably. Just like no one came to save the old man during the day, the night was extremely quiet and no one would open his door. A creaking chewing sound was heard. After a while, the thief's door opened.
The lame old man with gray hair walked out of the room, the gardening shears in his arms were glistening with blood. He was heading straight to a certain place. There, several people were sharing the delicacies they had found today...
On this night, the whole city was in complete chaos. The followers of the Black Mist were busy putting out fires everywhere, but the target was elusive and always managed to escape before them. It was as if someone had written a script and directed the characters to wash them around.
As time went on, the feeling of uneasiness gradually spread. Quarrels, insults, and even fights, many of which were caused by trivial things, became the last straw that broke the camel's back and completely burned the mutant's sanity.
No one can be sure that they will not be a target, just as no one can say that they have never done anything bad.
After the Partington Incident, the tolerance of mutants in various places has increased to a certain extent. If you are really an honest person, even if you have mutated, you don't need to go to such a place and associate with the Black Mist believers. Most of the people who escaped here have committed murders outside. Humans do not accept these murderers, so they can only escape to the City of Insects to survive. This city that respects strength is more in line with their preferences.
Now, under the dual effects of blood and temptation, the ferocity in their bones was completely aroused. After only a very short time, the original order of the City of Insects was broken.
Gloria threw the puppet, and a phantom image descended. Scarlet paint dripped from the pale mask, and the black-robed merchant swung the sickle, severing the connection between the city and its master.
The highest palace, the chamber of the Insect Queen, is now part of Aibo's ascension site.
The sleeping advanced mutant suddenly moved.