Fighting.
Banshees are such savage, ferocious, and cold-hearted creatures. They feed on death and don't care about their own demise. They kill each other without any reason.
...How can humans possibly understand this thing that seeks death?
No one will understand.
Every banshee is a madman. Incurably mad from birth.
Many times, many times, M was almost completely devoured - but she was very good at escaping, and she never encountered an opponent as powerful as the Gray Banshee she once was - as long as she didn't completely die, she would always revive again and pounce back again -
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Finally, after countless fights, she increased her strength.
Enough power to protect a human and then a baby.
M lay on the bloody battlefield for a while until his hands and feet recovered, then he slowly stood up, changed his body shape, and returned to the world and city where his sister was.
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But the city is dead.
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Completely died in the war that broke out on the border.
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…M stood among all kinds of corpses, and the streets were filled with the sounds of desperate human fighting.
The city had been captured, but there was still some sporadic resistance, because the enemies who attacked the city did not want gold and silver, official positions, or even to be emperor. Those people were from the island nation, and they launched an aggressive war and wanted all the lives of this nation on this continent.
Ordinary people will not pay attention to any struggle for power.
But no people can ignore any genocide.
This is a horrible city that has long been rotten and where people eat each other.
But in the end, humans cannot tolerate being eaten by animals.
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M ignored the fighting. She had experienced too much fighting in recent times. As a banshee, the smell of death lingering throughout the city was even a little suffocating for her.
She just stood on the street, wandering around for a while, but couldn't find her sister.
It doesn't matter.
…It shouldn’t matter.
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My sister is very smart. She had planned to leave long ago. Faced with such an attack, the brothel would definitely be in chaos and they would not lock her up.
There's chaos near the city wall, with countless corpses piled up. My sister probably won't run out of the city for the time being.
She must be hiding somewhere safe in the city. Probably a cellar. She'd mentioned before that her escape plan was very detailed, with at least dozens of safe spots in the city.
Moreover, I have made preparations. Every time I leave, I will put a trace of power on the camellia hairpin that my sister never takes off. My sister also knows that I have stored power on it. As long as she holds it tightly, no one can find her.
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M sensed the situation of his own power.
…staying in one of my sister’s safe places, safe and stable.
call.
fine.
It's okay after all.
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M pressed her chest hard. She didn't quite understand why she had to do this, but if she didn't, her heart seemed like it would jump out.
Next, I went to find my sister's location... That safe place, I remember, was very close to the Golden Scale Pavilion, right near the kitchen of the restaurant where I had found the dead fish... My sister had secretly bought a small courtyard there...
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M ran all the way to the place he sensed.
She didn't quite understand why she was running, but, just like she didn't know why her heart was beating so fast at this moment, there were always many things she didn't understand.
She quickly ran towards the place where her power was stored - she was getting close - just around the corner - great, great, it was still in the basket next to the dead fish in the kitchen, very stable, and there was no blood along the way -
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M quickly stretched out his hand and pulled the person out of the basket with bright eyes.
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All that fell was a baby and its swaddling clothes.
...Inside the crying baby's swaddling clothes was the camellia hairpin that her sister never took off, which carried her inhuman power and was sure to protect her safety.
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M looked at the camellia hairpin placed in the baby's swaddling clothes.
Then she slowly raised her head and swayed from side to side.
"Where is my sister?"
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——My sister is in the Golden Scale Pavilion.
On the high platform of Jinlin Pavilion.
She is the most popular courtesan in this city, the most beautiful woman in the world. Without the hairpin that carries the power of a banshee, she is just a trophy in the war to be slaughtered at will.
The invader holding the butcher knife would not let any woman go, so how could he let go of the most famous courtesan in the imperial capital?
Stop joking.
It took her decades to plan her escape from a brothel, so how could she possibly escape a war without her asylum?
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Human power is limited...human life is extremely fragile.
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There were countless unfamiliar officers sitting in the Golden Scale Pavilion, whom W did not recognize, but W could understand the expressions in each of their eyes.
...Ha, they dragged out those princes and nobles one by one and killed them for fun, so how could they have any eyes for a weak prostitute like her?
In war, both men and women are nothing but lambs to be slaughtered by the invaders.
Many prostitutes in the Jinlin Pavilion bit their tongues to commit suicide, but many also survived - they survived with a weak breath, collapsed on the stage, with their clothes open, barely breathing.
Of course, there are more people who commit suicide.
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But W would never commit suicide.
She was able to calmly accept the work that a prostitute needed to do very early on. Although she had never had to do it during all the years as an oiran, she would do it calmly when she had to.
She was a refugee who had no shame, no sense of propriety, and no sense of shame.
To survive, you can do anything.
...Besides, what’s more.
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As soon as the dance was over, an officer in the audience began to cheer, and all the officers followed his movements and applauded.
W couldn't understand the language these people were speaking, but he could see one of them grinning and pointing at the group of people in the far corner of the hall.
A group of shivering, huddled together young prostitutes who had not yet performed.
Those little girls.
One of the officers grinned and picked one out, then pushed her out of the building.
The trembling child rolled and crawled away.
...W made a deal: the most outstanding courtesan would dance for them, and they would let a child go.
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Although, she stayed here and had no reason to escape...
W glanced at the children. Their faces were covered with tears and snot.
…The reason she stayed here and didn’t run away wasn’t to make this seemingly noble deal.
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She was just hiding with the baby in the small courtyard behind the restaurant, but the panicked children accidentally revealed their hiding place.
It's very simple.
The officers rushed into the Golden Scale Pavilion, and of course what they wanted to see most was the oiran in the pavilion... So, they tortured and killed several of them in front of the group of children and forced them to tell them the location of the oiran... They were talking nonsense, and they captured her from hiding just to survive.
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W knew very early on that this was a terrible city.
It was so horrible that she had no energy left.
So, since she decided to leave the hairpin to her son, she was captured by the soldiers and brought back here...
W thought coldly, before being completely killed by these beasts, he should save as many as he can.
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Although she has learned to eat people, she is, after all, just a child prostitute like she was back then.
Living in this city, it’s not the children’s fault for eating people.
W swung her skirt again and danced to the next dance.
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She had a feeling that the next dance would not be so innocent. The black-haired officer who had just led the applause had already put his hands on his belt.
...It doesn't matter.
Her sister wasn't here, her son was safe, and every loved one she cared about most was safe, and it didn't matter to her at all.
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——When M rushed into the gate of Jinlin Pavilion, he no longer saw the oiran dancing.
The most beautiful courtesan in the pavilion lay on a high platform with her eyes quietly closed, surrounded by excited officers and soldiers.
M didn't want to describe what the scene was like, but her nose had already smelled it.
The courtesan died the next moment. Her arms and legs were broken, her neck severed, and the cause of death was a ruptured uterus.
…She knew her sister would never commit suicide.
As long as she can live, she will persist soberly and firmly until the last moment.
...the last moment.
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M stumbled in and rushed towards the platform without any hesitation.
It doesn’t matter, she thought with great determination, it doesn’t matter, my sister’s death is still a moment away, and my sister herself doesn’t want to die. As long as I rescue her—as long as I rescue her now—and feed her my blood, my flesh, my bones, it doesn’t matter what—my sister won’t die, absolutely not. The death I smell hasn’t yet arrived completely—
"Bang! Bang! Bang—Plop!"
...Oh, that's the sound of flesh being pierced.
M fell to the ground and slowly rolled his eyes.
It was those officers and soldiers who were gathered together in dense crowds, with extremely excited expressions.
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More than a dozen soldiers grabbed her hands and feet, six or seven knives stabbed her ankles, and an officer with black hair and black eyes pressed her throat and rode on her body.
M had no strength to break free. She was a common, weak banshee, having previously exerted all her might to increase her strength enough to protect two people. It was impossible for M to instantly kill all the humans here.
...It's also impossible to instantly kill all the humans here who want to ride on me.
But that's okay.
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She thought, these things seemed to be attracted to me because I was new and clean.
No one will continue to hurt the sister on the stage.
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An officer was stunned for a moment, then looked up and said something to the platform - M could understand this language - he said -
"These are twin sisters! They're exactly alike! Why not put them together and play with them?"
ha.
M looked at the increasingly excited humans with indifference, thinking that they were a group of beasts who were too easily agitated.
She would kill them... It didn't matter that she didn't have the power to kill instantly, she could resurrect infinitely... She would be killed once, and then she would come back to life and kill a few... little by little... Haha... These stupid... beasts...
M stretched out his hand and felt someone immediately break it and pull open his clothes.
Her expression didn't change, which seemed to scare the man who broke her arm.
M continued to stretch her broken hand upwards, squeezing the opponent's throat tightly—tightening, tightening, tightening—the guys started to shout loudly, and countless knives stabbed at her straight arm—it didn't matter, she didn't care about blood and flesh, she would kill this thing first—
"No...don't even think about it...no...no..."
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M paused.
She slowly turned her head.
She saw her sister climb over from the platform and grab the ankle of the officer who was tearing her clothes.
“No…” My sister mumbled in a low voice, “No… please… no… I’m still here… I’m still alive… that’s all that’s good for me…”
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The officer with black hair and black eyes cursed something, then kicked out with a "bang".
M was pinned to the ground by countless soldiers, watching his sister being kicked down.
Blood was everywhere.
This fragile human never raised his head again.
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M lay on the ground with his head tilted, watching the pool of blood slowly spread over him.
She looked at it slowly.
Slowly, slowly...
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The black-haired officer retracted his foot, cursed a few more times, and ripped open the collar of the beautiful girl under him again——
His hand was suddenly grabbed, and he was met with a pair of dark, black eyes that no longer had any light.
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The pitch-black banshee grinned at him loudly, loudly, loudly, and yet without making any sound.
She seemed to be laughing. The shadow was laughing. Lying in a pool of blood that was not her own, she laughed, laughed, laughed silently—
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That world was swallowed by the shadow.
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...an extremely bloody genocide, a war of aggression without any bottom line, an entire continent of dead bodies, and an entire city that was eaten.
Blood flowed like a river, and the smell of death was so sweet.
The banshees all sniffed the scent of food and burrowed into this world—well, even if it was a genocide, the slaughter in this world was still on a grand scale, and it smelled truly tempting—almost all the banshees were drawn here. Even for them, it was difficult to encounter such a large amount of incomparably dark death—
However, the most tempting, mellow and sweetest death seems to be in the most prosperous attic in that city.
All the banshees gathered together.
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...Hmm. The closer I get, the more certain it is. That is the kind of death that brings the Banshee her greatest power... Such a fragrant, sweet death... It is... the death of the Unsullied.
Children are naturally innocent, but the innocence of adults who have washed away all worldly desires is even more wonderful.
When the last innocent adult died, all the banshees fought over the food for three days and three nights.
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The banshees looked at each other and rushed into the attic.
There were dead bodies everywhere in the attic.
In the center of the corpse, on the high platform, that seems to be the location of death... Hey, wait?
Is there already a banshee up there?
What's it doing sitting there with its knees hugged? It's not eating either? Oh, no, wait... smell it again... It's eaten this person's death once, it can't eat it again.
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Some banshees recognized the pitch-black banshee and immediately stretched out their sharp claws.
"It's that weak idiot... He went crazy and bit me a while ago..."
The fool moved and raised his head.
“…”
The banshees were stunned for a moment, and then some of them let out sharp laughs.
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"Do you think you're human, idiot? What's that water on your face?"
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The dark banshee didn't reply.
She wiped her face and slowly stood up. The shadow behind her was not huge, and there was no sharp sickle in her hand.
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"My sister's death will not be swallowed by you."
She whispered, "Sister won't die. I have a way. I will protect you, and you won't die."
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The banshees were too lazy to bother with this weak, crazy, foolish cub - the death she blocked behind her was extremely fragrant, it was a powerful force -
They all pounced and killed them.
The pitch-black banshee stood on the stage, motionless.
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…It’s okay. It’s okay.
As long as we are stronger, all problems can be solved.
Just be stronger.
She would not choose a second transformation... She did not want to choose any more death in this stinking place... She would rather vomit her internal organs than choose the beasts that died in this hall...
But, it doesn't matter.
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Miss M looked at the crowd of banshees and smiled dazedly.
Devouring all the banshees here... should... be enough, right?
She will become stronger... No.
whee.
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She'll slaughter everyone else and become the only Banshee left.
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