Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"This...this is considered reporting to a higher level without authorization..."

This wasn't just about power oppression; the fear of the older sisters also applied to the man before them.

"This is an order; they won't do anything to you. Just tell them."

"Okay...ok..."

"I will come again tomorrow, and I hope to see what I want then."

"it is good......"

......

When he left, Luo Fan still had a cold face; this was his way of fulfilling his promise.

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In the middle of the night, Yingque stood alone in the middle of a dark alley, which had become one of her current habits. Here, she would "spend time" with some new friends who were both familiar and unfamiliar.

Those little guys who have been lurking in your shadow for a long time, ready to pounce...

"It's time, come out..."

In the usual plot development, the girl stands alone in the center of the dark alley, and a group of kittens should appear at this moment, swarming out of the cardboard box. But the scene here seems a little different...

Countless dark red pupils appeared on the ground, walls, eaves, and even inside her coat, all staring at her. They were similar to the little creatures in Aitherre's shadow, yet different. Those eyes were more hostile, their gaze more direct, and their curiosity about the outside world more intense.

The girl, who was alone, did not show any fear. She seemed to have long been used to this eerie phenomenon. After looking around, the presence of those eyes actually calmed her down.

"Well...!"

A sudden, sharp pain shot through her left eye, and the cold began to erode her mental defenses, forcing the frail girl to bend over. But even this simple act of crouching allowed something that had been lurking in the shadows to seize the opportunity and pounce at high speed...

Crouching beside her, it resembled a giant black wolf, but its appearance was too bizarre. Dark red eyes were growing everywhere, and it had no head, which was replaced by a strange black tentacle. Its deformed body could not be compared with any creature in common sense. It was simply a terrifying and ugly monster!

"Uh, thank you..."

The black monster crouched beside her, as docile as a domestic dog, occasionally swaying its black tentacle-like tail. Its presence was a rare comfort to Yingque during this time.

And the guy who stood beside him when Morse left last time was still standing behind him this time, without saying a word or making any extra movements. He was draped in a black woven fabric, his neck twisted and coiled upwards, wrapped around the scythe beside him. He was another pitch-black monster that could not be described in words. The only thing he had in common with the guy lying on the ground was his dark red pupils.

Surprisingly, Yingque showed no fear towards them. On the contrary, she warmly welcomed the arrival of these "little guys." Their presence seemed to resonate with her in some way. When she faced them, it was as if she were in a full-length mirror, a bottomless tree hollow, or a calm, still lake...

Looking at them is like looking at herself. Only now has Yingque realized that she prefers these dark little creatures around her to some acquaintances with whom she doesn't have a deep relationship.

"Phew...it's so cold..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the black monster on the ground immediately changed shape, spreading out from the shadows and wrapping Yingque in a black blanket, completely keeping the cold wind out and maintaining its body temperature.

"The cute little guy..."

She gently stroked the tentacle, and the monster responded by swaying its body, its pupils displaying extreme pleasure as it began to tremble restlessly.

Now that they were here, they decided to sit down and rest. Leaning against the "little guy's" body, Yingque slowly sat down. The little guy's warmth helped her gradually adapt to the environment. The black monster standing behind her also came to her side and covered her tightly.

"Since you last saw Luo Fan, you seem to have become happier than before?"

"..."

No sound answered her, but those eyes and the little guy's movements were enough to give her the answers she wanted. Or rather... those answers had already formed in her mind; she was just engaging in pointless self-talk.

“He said he would never leave me again, and I instinctively believe him, just like before. Do you think I should do that?”

......

"As expected, such doubts are completely pointless, right? I will definitely choose to believe without hesitation, because this is my most basic emotion..."

The little creatures wouldn't answer her, no one would answer her, and she herself knew what these little creatures around her were, but she just couldn't describe them in a distinctive way.

They are themselves, or rather, they are a part of themselves...

What you think is what they express through their actions. Asking them is asking yourself. Once you have the answer, they will also give you a response. So, this is a mirror. The mirror will answer what you think. Asking the mirror is asking yourself.

Therefore, this pure and flawless love naturally has no doubts or regrets.

As for why the little guys appear in this form... who cares...?

P.S.: The finished product of Yingque's commission is out. Once our old friend learns how to add the watermark, we'll post it. Although we couldn't draw the little guys, it's still quite beautiful.

Paradis internal communications

Paradis internal communications

Internal organization correspondence must not be leaked.

Interdepartmental communications between Cerina Wittgenstein and Eisen Messerschmitt

(Title has been deleted)

Eisen:

Regardless of your opinion on our project, Moriarty and the company’s board of directors are quite annoyed by the inherent tax savings in the experiment with the charity outreach center. They believe that while the source of income is not an issue, maintaining excessively high taxes for a period of time could attract some untimely scrutiny.

The total cost of operating these centers, recruiting volunteers, and transporting them to Cinala is an unshakeable tax deduction (which might be a good way to hide the dirty money we make from selling illicit drugs).

Calm down and think about the problem. If we continue to be so extravagant, we'll eventually suffer the consequences. If Moriarty gets tired of waiting, I'm afraid she'll bring us down.

Catherine Wittgenstein

741 as the deceased

"See that? She has an even better grasp of EGO than Lovan does. It's unbelievable."

"...I can tell it's the work of the Glutton, but why was it only used on her? What about Luo Fan?"

Faced with her old friend's cold attitude, Rosalia sneered twice, then turned her gaze back to the girl nestled in the shadows in the back alley.

“Lovan is a very busy man, he doesn’t even have time to go home, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for Athel to just show up in front of him, right? So I helped her out first… Speaking of which…” Rosalia turned around and downed her cola in one gulp: “How was your time in Umbrella, Hilde?”

"..."

Hilde had changed into a beautiful black dress, and her disheveled white hair had been styled by the band members, becoming smooth and neat, like white down. This was completely different from her disheveled appearance in the research institute. If she had worn glasses, Luo Fan might not have recognized her.

"Not good at all. People in this era are too clumsy. No matter how hard they try, they can't even study the target in a single red blood cell in my blood. I was forced to play the fool inside for several years. It's truly incomprehensible..."

Seeing this, Rosalia tossed another can of cola over: "It doesn't matter. The result is obvious now. Lovan's success is a foregone conclusion, and Umbrella will be overwhelmed by this new wave sooner or later. It's just a matter of time... Look at his wife. She has reached a height that Umbrella could not reach in many years in just a few months."

Although Ethel's assistance can be seen as a form of special treatment, Rosalia was still amazed by her "talent." As an ordinary girl, her emotions were too intense, directly altering the nature of her and Ethel's reverse Kabbalah factor, causing EGO to manifest in a special way—not in an equipment form, but as a near-living being. The monsters active in the shadows were the best proof of this.

"I'll be visiting Lofan with Aither in a while. Would you like to come along?"

"...We'll see. I might stay here and observe her."

"That's so typical of you. Does she seem more dangerous than Luo Fan?"

"At least for now, that's certainly the case..."

Hilde's gaze sharpened, glancing frequently at the two black boxes piled against the wall, where her equipment and tools were kept, so she could deal with any situation immediately.

The premise is that the girl's growth rate hasn't become so fast that it's beyond her control...

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Inside the ward, Luo Fan leaned against the windowsill, looking out at the entrance of the nursing home while sipping his cigarette, seemingly trying to numb himself in this way.

Nieto, the salesman, was indeed very efficient. Shortly after I left, he got the cigarettes and brought them over immediately, leaving me with a full ten packs, enough for me to smoke for quite some time.

"call......"

The bandages on his hands had been removed, and the burn marks were almost completely gone. Even Luo Fan himself was astonished by the incredibly rapid healing. This was a burn, and burned skin cannot sweat after it heals, which is extremely dangerous for the patient. This is why it's often said that people with severe burns don't live long, but...

So far, Luo Fan has not felt any discomfort in his arm. After removing the bandage last night, he turned the air conditioner to the highest temperature, and with the addition of an electric blanket and a hot water bottle, these things successfully made Luo Fan's hands feel sticky, which means that his perspiration function has not been affected.

“…”

A sense of doubt welled up in Luo Fan's mind. Looking at his arm, as if possessed, he picked up a cigarette butt and lit the ash on his arm...

"...I didn't feel anything."

It's not hot, just a little warm. Is that normal? My sense of touch hasn't been affected at all.

It seems that thick skin and tough flesh are also one of the benefits of the reverse Kabbalah factor...

This rendered the few cigarettes left completely worthless. Luo Fan casually tossed them into a nearby waste bin, where Nieto would dispose of the trash. He didn't want the girls to see him smoking, at least not as a sick person, and to be caught red-handed.

Not long after he threw away the cigarette butt, someone knocked on the door of the ward.

"come in."

Upon receiving permission, Grey slowly pushed open the door, and the first thing she smelled was a scent that didn't belong in the nursing home...

"Commander, why is there a smell of smoke?"

“Hoo…” Luo Fan exhaled a deep breath towards the window, then closed the window and sat back on the bed: “Yes, there is indeed a smell of smoke, I can smell it too… It won’t be long before the smell gets stronger.”

Gray immediately understood what Lofan was referring to, so he didn't ask any more questions and slowly sat down in front of the bed.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Luo Fan shook his head: "Let's talk about it when Morido arrives... Hmm, she's quite punctual, she came as soon as I mentioned her."

Morido arrived only a few seconds later than Gray. Perhaps she intended to meet him at a different time. It didn't matter... at least she looked the same as always.

Wearing a tight-fitting office lady bodycon dress and black stockings that perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure, even without any obvious changes in her clothing, Luo Fan could tell that she was confident in her own aesthetic sense and what her devilish figure was trying to convey to her.

From her body to her personality, she is a dangerous devil. After being here for so long, the Nieto have all changed to some extent, but she has remained the same. She always embodies the phrase "beautiful danger".

"It's been a long time, Commander. After maintaining 'autonomy' for so long, you suddenly want to talk to me. You must have had some major revelation, right?"

That eerie smile was truly unsettling, but Luo Fan was already used to her current style, and simply shrugged: "Perhaps. Sit down first, I'll talk about the upcoming arrangements later..."

Gray maintained his composed expression, while Morido remained frivolous, slowly taking her seat and even crossing her legs.

"..."

Luo Fan noticed her defiant gaze...

After silently keeping this in mind, Luo Fan pretended to be nonchalant and then spoke: "Given our mistakes in action during this period, as well as the enemy's change in attitude and strategy towards us..."

The phone screen turned off at the right moment, and he looked at the two of them: "From now on, I will maintain my identity as the 'deceased' and retreat behind the scenes, but from now on, all the forces under our name will obey my orders."

742 as a madman

This was exactly what Gray had expected. Judging from Lovan's state and expression over this period of time, he was not completely discouraged. On the contrary, he quickly came up with new plans and also intended to step down and achieve his goals in another way.

After all, being ruthless is one of our commander's characteristics, and Morido especially loves this about him. Gray selectively ignores her little schemes.

"You have new plans, don't you?"

Admittedly, Gray was also very interested in this and asked about it instinctively.

Luo Fan pulled out another cigarette from under the table, lit it with practiced ease, and started smoking again: "Well, the next mission and action cycle will be on a monthly basis. We need to prepare for long-term operations and slowly dismantle White Eagle's existing system from within."

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P.S.: I recommend playing "Psychoactive" by Aviators after reading the following text. You can look at the lyrics of this song after reading it, as it is very suitable for this part of the content.

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This outrageous goal was truly unexpected. Gray was stunned for a few seconds, but quickly recovered. He realized he had only guessed half of it. It seemed the commander's goal was much more ambitious than he had imagined.

But this seemed to be exactly what Morido wanted: "Oh~ so, how does the Commander plan to achieve this first?"

It looked like mockery, yet also like seduction. Luo Fan glanced at her, then continued...

"First, Gray, take back all of the company's shares in other pharmaceutical companies. I believe your shareholding and influence are indispensable to any pharmaceutical company in White Eagle right now, aren't they?"

“…That’s true, but…” Gray frowned slightly, expressing his concerns: “Doing this would have a huge impact on White Eagle’s current pharmaceutical system, and Gray Biotechnology’s sudden withdrawal of investment would cause a significant credit crisis for other companies in the industry. People would doubt Gray Biotechnology’s intentions, and other small and medium-sized pharmaceutical companies would fall apart as a result, because we did this at your request…”

Our shareholdings in other pharmaceutical companies are already so large that they are indispensable.

“This is the effect I want.”

"...?!"

Gray was somewhat incredulous: "Wouldn't this destroy the vast business empire that Gray Biotechnology has painstakingly built up? If we destroy the existing system, wouldn't all the effort we've put into building this company over such a long time be for nothing?"

"Don't rush, Gray~" For some reason, Morido kicked her high heels to the ground and lightly flicked them towards Lovan's position: "The Commander must have his own plans, right?"

"..."

Knowing he was inferior to the two, Gray chose to remain silent. Indeed, it wouldn't be too late to consider it after listening.

Luo Fan lit his cigarette and leaned against the windowsill: "Gray, you need to understand that my goal now is to dismantle the current White Eagle. Under this premise, the company's success is meaningless in a system that is about to collapse, understand?"