Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Rosalia, who was supposed to join the usual morning gathering, was absent, which was quite unusual. As someone who would later assist Lovan and also enjoyed drinking, she would never miss such an occasion.

However, she had more important things to do. After all, with Luo Fan gone, she had more to prepare. As the concentration of the anti-Kabbalah factor increased, many people became active, just like spring blossoms.

"I don't want to waste my time, go and do it yourself."

"Yes, I hope you have a wonderful time here..."

Rosalia tossed the magnetic card to the security guard and strode into the theater. Her purpose was clear: to do some "ideological work" on a group of little ones about to open their eyes, using some special methods...

Since Negitia left with two core members of the orchestra, the theater's performances have decreased significantly, and it is now mainly managed by a small number of junior staff. However, although there have been fewer performances and parties, the theater's status has never been affected. After all, symphonic music is not the theater's only business, and Negitia did not make his fortune solely based on his superb musical skills.

It can be said that none of the "people" who later infiltrated Luo Fan's circle had identities as simple as they appeared on the surface.

Rosalia has been a distinguished guest here for a long time, not because of her refined manners or high status, but because of her real name and her power. This is the fundamental reason why Nekitia had to submit to her. The cooperation twenty years ago was not only because Rosalia helped bring her back to the present world, but also out of fear of her. After all, if Rosalia was unwilling, she, Shina, and Carmen would only end up being destroyed.

Now, Nekitia and her little entourage are thoroughly enjoying this collaboration, which is certainly a good thing. However, as Nekitia once told Lovan, the symphony orchestra doesn't just consist of a handful of members...

"It's really well hidden. If it weren't for the fact that the interior decorations are quite expensive, I would have rushed in right away."

After several minutes of wandering, Rosalia arrived at a door with a black base and dark gold patterns—a standard feature of the Alicia Band. But no one could possibly imagine what lay behind this door...

"Humph......"

Rosalia snorted coldly, twisted the lock, strode forward, and then slowly closed the door, everything as before.

In near-absolute darkness, accompanied by nauseating wriggling sounds, it felt as if I were in a giant petri dish of bacteria, constantly proclaiming the word: filth.

Everything is proceeding as expected. The shaping is not yet complete; what lies here now is merely an incomplete eroded core.

The girl's black stockings were stained with sticky liquid from the floor, but she didn't care. She snapped her fingers in the air, and a purple flame leaped from her fingertip. By the light of the flame, she could finally see the situation in the room...

"Heh, who would have thought that the members of the Alicia Band, who symbolize elegance and beauty, would actually have such a horrifying appearance?"

Rosalia mocked ruthlessly, gazing at the enormous chunk of flesh that almost filled the entire space. It was enveloped in an unknown black substance, permeated with a scarlet glow, and flickered rhythmically, like the heart of an infant, beating with all its might but weakly.

The liquid on the ground was a product of this piece of flesh; just smelling it would make anyone faint on the spot, but to Rosalia, it was no different from normal air.

Constantly wriggling and chewing, the ground was already piled high with corpses, and the luxurious carpets were stained beyond recognition by moldy blood and slime. All beauty paled in comparison to this hideous creation.

At first, the piece of flesh seemed to sense Rosalia's presence and slowly wriggled to get closer, but when it got close to the tiny flame, it contracted wildly and squeezed into a corner, twisting and deforming like cement under heavy pressure.

They seemed to fear that tiny flame, but the one who created it was even more terrifying...

She was quite satisfied with the appearance of the piece of meat, and walked forward unhurriedly. Her contemptuous expression made it hard to tell who was more terrifying.

"You can't just talk like that. Someone needs to step forward as a representative. Are you trying to waste each other's time by being so timid?"

Having said that, he raised his left hand and swiftly unleashed flames, which burned the carpet and corpses surrounding the chunks of flesh. An indescribable smell of burning immediately began to spread throughout the room.

With nowhere to retreat and knowing its weakness, the chunk of flesh twitched strangely, and then a shocking crack slowly tore open in its flesh. Instantly, the corpse on the ground was corroded by the liquid flowing out of the crack, and the stench was overwhelming.

A moment later, a white-haired girl, barely clothed, emerged from the crowd. Her stunning curves and exquisitely beautiful face were a testament to her artistic talent. Her completely unadorned body resembled a sculpture with its fabric lifted. Just by existing there, she embodied the beauty of art. Her luxurious yet understated dark gold headdress seemed to be an extension of herself, appearing alongside her in the world, entirely different from the simple external adornments of clothing.

However, emerging from that large chunk of flesh only makes this exquisite, bizarre, and distorted beauty; it is more like a naked desecration of that beauty.

"Asmodeus...why are you here, conductor...?"

Seemingly appearing in this image for the first time, the girl's voice was very hoarse, which, combined with her identity as a band member, gave off an awkward feeling like rusty guitar strings.

“It seems the physical transformation is progressing faster than expected. It won’t be long before you can leave this room,” Rosalia didn’t answer, but maintained that repulsive yet unseen smile. “Which one of you is in the band, guitarist, drummer, bassist?”

"...I am Sifney, the organist."

"Oh, I forgot you're a symphony orchestra."

Rosalia smiled quite naturally. It has to be said that in this respect, she and Lofan were exactly the same, both able to greet each other with a smile after making death threats.

Siffney is one of the many victims, and she dares to be extremely cautious in her words and actions. After all, for her, every word she utters now could potentially determine the life or death of the other band members...

"Excuse me," Sifney asked in a low voice, taking advantage of the other person's good mood, "where is the conductor? Why are you here?"

"Negitia? She and her two little followers are doing quite well now... What, are you in a hurry to see them?"

The unspoken threat in those words made Siffney's brow furrow: "Uh, no... but as the orchestra's conductor, I still care about their safety."

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The white-haired girl subconsciously bit her lip. Her incomplete appearance made her face pale, and she looked somewhat out of control due to excessive fright.

The petite girl took the lead in the conversation, explaining with great interest: "Don't worry about her safety. It's you and your friends behind you who will be able to get out of this room safely, that depends on your performance."

As soon as she finished speaking, her delicate smile suddenly turned extremely aggressive, making Siffne's heart tighten.

Her body was not yet complete when her companions hastily pushed her out to greet her. Her heart was still beating very slowly, and the shock almost made it stop on the spot.

This fear was not unfounded, precisely because they knew all too well what kind of monster the girl before them was...

Asmodeus, the tyrant of the north, the queen of ashes, one of the inverted kabbalah demons—she has too many titles and identities to count. For her, crushing everyone in the band would be a piece of cake.

Siffne crossed her arms in front of her stomach, nodded slightly, and her voice trembled slightly with nervousness: "What do you need us to do...?"

“Don’t be so nervous~” Rosalia laughed, “After all, the level of reverse Kabbalah factor outside is lower than that inside this room. None of us are at our peak, and even I am not much stronger than you.”

Damn it, the Finger Universe is right next to me... Ever since leaving the Corruption Core, Sifne has felt incredibly hot, which is undoubtedly Asmodeus's doing. As soon as she stood here, the entire room began to heat up.

"Getting back to the point," she snapped her fingers, extinguishing the spark in her hand instantly. "Your conductor is doing very well, and for many years few people have known her identity and power. Now, she is assisting someone. Naturally, you should be like her, obedient and doing your jobs well. At the same time, you are not allowed to reveal your power to anyone before the time is right, including your performances."

Just as Siffney was about to ask a question, Rosalia waved her hand to interrupt her: "I know you have many questions, such as why a great conductor would be willing to be subordinate to someone else, what that person's abilities are, and why I am here. But I can tell you now that there is no need for explanation. The fact that I am here is the best explanation."

In short, this effectively shut down all of Sifney's questions, and the current situation had escalated to the point where they would all die if they disobeyed. However...

"Why doesn't the conductor come and tell us himself?"

"Because your physical reconstruction will take two more days, the conductor will come to greet you personally then. At that time, you may become dissatisfied and question things out of doubt. So I'm going ahead to 'advise' you to abandon all unnecessary thoughts and do your job properly. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

"knew......"

She wouldn't dare to act recklessly in front of this monster; no matter what, they always had no choice but to obey.

Sifney could hear the fear emanating from the band members behind her, and as the temporary leader, she felt the same way. She had thought that when she opened her eyes again after many years, she would see a completely new era and a new life, but instead, she encountered this plague...

As a relatively young member of the orchestra, Sifney was quite clumsy in handling matters other than playing music. Although she appeared elegant and composed, she was actually terrified and on the verge of tears. The lack of clothing made her trembling body even more obvious.

The seeds of reverence had been sown, the goal achieved. Rosalia turned and walked toward the entrance of the room, and the high temperature began to fade.

Siffney finally breathed a sigh of relief, having completely forgotten that she was still naked, but since the other party hadn't left, she dared not be negligent.

"Don't act too awkward."

Before his bottom even touched the ground, he jumped up in fright again.

"Hey! I'm here!"

......

Rosalia looked speechless, then shook her head: "I said, your commander is doing very well now, you could even say she's enjoying her life. You need to adapt, after all, the era of bliss is long gone."

"I know we will do our best..."

The white-haired girl suddenly lowered her head, waiting for the flesh behind her to envelop her again. Her physical reconstruction was not yet complete, and her natural metabolic capacity was nearing its limit.

"You'd better look on the bright side. That guy can't stand seeing the women in his house looking miserable, and besides, your bishop is here too."

"bishop?!"

Seemingly aroused by her curiosity, the girl, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened them again, her star-like pupils sparkling with joy along with her innate musical talent.

“Yes, she made peace with the conductor more than ten years ago,” the room gradually returned to darkness as Rosalia walked away, and just before her vision was about to be obliterated by flesh and blood and the boundless darkness, she caught a glimpse of the monster’s smile.

Unlike the disdain that comes from being too powerful and willing to observe, there was a strange indifference in him, which was very different from the Asmodeus she remembered. At the same time, it made her even more curious about what kind of person Asmodeus was, who could make him so shrewd and calculating, and even make the conductor willing to submit to him to the north.

The strong often possess certain peculiar hobbies; for example, Asmodeus enjoyed observing the struggles of those deeply mired in suffering, while Gagsherav enjoyed fooling, exploring, and devouring knowledge...

I feel like the days ahead are going to be even harder...

"By the way, Gagsherav, like your bishop and conductor, serves the same person."

......

Hearing this, Siffney felt even more gloomy about the future.

With two demon kings, a conductor, and a bishop, wouldn't these little orchestra members become caged birds for people to play with?

"...Is the other person male or female? If male, what style of clothing should I wear?"

These words might sound pessimistic, but in Sifney's view, as the first person to emerge from the core of corruption, she needed to make some sacrifices for her sisters...

The door was about to be closed, but it stopped at the last moment.

"Tsk, I told you to be optimistic. That guy is an easy-going idiot, and his brain isn't very normal. He doesn't even know the identities of any of us, or what he's carrying. So just be natural."

......

"Go say hello to your conductor in a few days, and with your orchestra members..."

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"Go ahead, there should still be plenty of time."

"Yes, thank you everyone."

The two passengers thanked him and quickly left, while the martyrs immediately stopped at a random roadside and followed, carrying their bags and packages.

"Boss, there's another box of clothes!"

"What clothes are you going to take? You're wearing that suit. Go and bring my sister's dress!"

Natiya and Mantiko were in charge of most of the team's clothing, while the others were responsible for some daily necessities. It was their first time going abroad, and they were all quite excited, just to varying degrees.

"Sister, hurry, you're falling behind!"

"Running! Running! Hecate, Nemesis, help me carry this bag!"

"Boss, why don't you carry this coat for me? Look at your small frame, don't block my view."

Are you saying I'm short?!

"Captain, don't worry about her, let's go!"

Natia threw out the two bags of luggage she was carrying, which were caught smoothly by Hecate and Nemesis. The five of them sprinted through the hall at an almost frantic pace. They got off the bus a little later than Yingque and the others, and there was a lot of passenger traffic, so they barely managed to catch up.

"Phew, thank goodness, they're going through security too..."

Rhine-Enshet mimicked humans by patting his chest to "exhale," and in every respect, he was no different from humans.

With those specially made bracelets, they could pass through security smoothly, just like the agents already at the front.

......

"Just in time, Miss Agent, would you like me to carry one of your bags?"

Yingque turned around and saw that the agent was carrying almost all the luggage. Because she was too weak, the agent offered to carry her luggage, and the efficiency immediately increased.

“No need,” the agent shook his head, displaying his professionalism with a blank expression: “Registration will be completed soon, then you can rest.”

As he said this, the agent glanced back and saw that the martyrs had already passed through security and were on their way. There were many people around, so even if Yingque turned around, it would be difficult for him to notice.

Aside from Hecate and Mantico, who are both tall...

"Then trouble you."

"It's your job."

......

"Excuse me, I'm her friend. She has a moderate intellectual disability. Let me answer any questions you may have."

......

After taking her seat, Hecate's first act was to start arguing: "Nemesis, my dear sister, you should know very well that I am not someone who likes to talk to outsiders, and I can't get close to them either. Unlike that lecherous Mantico, I am a very self-disciplined person."

Mantico, who was standing nearby, was caught in the crossfire for no reason. Her luggage, which she had just put down, almost fell and hit her on the head: "What does this have to do with me? When have I ever been unchaste?"

But Nemesis's reaction was even worse: "So could you please stop making those 'oh oh' and 'uh-huh' noises when customs is asking you questions?"

The members of the Martyrs seemed to have never seen Nemesis so frantic before, but Hecate, the one who caused the trouble, was unconcerned: "Well, this is where you come in."

...If gazes could be exerted by external force, Nemesis would have already shattered his glasses by staring at them.

But as always, I told myself to stay calm. Since the customs officer believed me the moment I explained that she was mentally challenged, there must be some deep connection between us. At least, Hecate did look mentally challenged at that time.

"Don't mess with a madman..."

Nemesis said to himself.

But the conversation didn't end there. After Mantico put down his luggage and sat down, Hecate leaned over and nudged his arm with her elbow: "When I don't want to talk to someone, I ask them to play a game of stabbing fingers with a sharp knife. It works. Do you want to learn?"

"...Thank you, but I don't mind strangers talking to me."