Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Perhaps I was born for this purpose. They needed a poisoned dagger, so they forged it; they needed a more powerful weapon, so they created a gun; they created whatever they needed and then plundered it. Perhaps I was created because I was needed."

The girl herself didn't know why she had such a question; as a human, she shouldn't be bothered by such meaningless things.

This thing that humans call the thirst for knowledge seems useless to her, but she still tries to solve it, and never stops even when she is killing.

"That's true. This inevitably reminds me of the history of the White Eagle, which forged its own path through need and plunder. Perhaps even now, this blood-soaked nation has not changed its nature. It is still insatiably needing and plundering until it has everything."

"But you stand on this land, yet you have not upheld his thoughts."

"That's why I chose to stand here and face this country and its people in this way."

Mrs. Muker put down her book and returned to the window, looking down at the boundless, bustling city. She not only gazed at the superficial prosperity but also felt the stench of rust and bloodstains buried deep underground.

"Someone always has to stand up and give people hope, but sadly, those who should be giving people hope are constantly calculating the sunk costs of feeding people, until now, even enabling them to maintain the most basic survival has become an extremely difficult thing."

Rhine-Enshe nodded, his lips trembling slightly: "Your awareness is truly noble, but it's a pity that you ultimately stand on this land, constantly bound by its history and will."

"Yes, this is the White Eagle. We all stand on her sacred land, enjoying everything she has, yet despising everything she has."

Understanding dawned on Mrs. Muker, who shook her head. Before she knew it, tears welled up in her eyes. She kept scanning the pale landscape before her. The houses were too tall for her to hear the noise of the traffic and the gratitude of the people. In the end, all that remained was a deathly silence and bitter eyes.

"I'm done. Thank you, child."

"You're welcome. And goodnight, madam. May you be reborn in a kinder country in your next life."

Rhein-Enschee raised his pistol and aimed it at Mrs. Muker's head, a few seconds later, until the old woman closed her eyes.

Bah...

The old woman's eyes drooped, and with them hung a string of bracelets woven by a little girl, and a slender arm holding a pistol.

523 Doubt

"Let's go, sister."

"Is it done?"

"Ah."

It took a little longer than expected, but it didn't matter much; it was just a matter of a few minutes, and they could move on to the next one right away.

The girls left the company smoothly along the original route. No one has yet noticed Mrs. Muker's death, and of course, no one would have imagined that such an ordinary meeting would take the life of this kind old woman.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to be in a good mood?"

Natiya did notice her sister's changes to some extent, but to avoid arousing suspicion, she only asked about it after leaving the company.

It was just that her smile wasn't as obvious as before, but for Rhine's delicate face, it was a very noticeable change. Perhaps it was because her smile was so dazzling that people couldn't help but feel sorry for her downturned mouth.

This question drew the attention of all the members, who all turned their gazes toward him. Rhinenshe also pretended to be puzzled and tilted his head.

"Hmm? Really? I think I've always been like this."

"Big sister, hasn't Rhine always looked stunning? I don't see any difference."

One of the martyrs with short black hair lightly brushed the black part of Rhine's long hair twice, but Natia pressed it back down.

"No women allowed. She's my sister, and we haven't even seen our own commander yet."

"Oh, so the big sister has more feelings for the commander?"

......

If it weren't for the fact that they were on the street, Natiya would have liked to just pull out the weapon from her fishing tackle box.

However, thanks to the auditory module she shared with her sister, Natiya was able to listen to their entire conversation. It was just a discussion about a problem in a country, something they could understand and nothing serious.

However, this kind woman's actions and attitude went against the tide, and she remained calm in the face of inevitable death. Natiya could not understand why she could be so composed.

This is perhaps why his dear sister is troubled. She is more sentimental than he is. Although he doesn't understand why she has become like this, she is still his sister after all.

Mrs. Grey understood the importance of "family," and Natia, influenced by what she saw and heard, also regarded her younger sister as the apple of her eye. As for the other "family members," they still had a long way to go in getting along.

"Alright, stop thinking about it," Natia gently patted Rhein-Sher's head, her expression softening for once. "Don't ask too many questions next time. Once you fire the gun, it's over. If you don't understand something, just ask me."

"Okay... I'll try it next time."

Rhine-Enshe trusted her sister the most, even though she still had many questions in her heart: what was the meaning of their existence? Why did Rhine-Enshe cherish her sister? Why did she have such a strong desire for the name "Lovan"? He was her commander, and what kind of person was he? What was she living for, and what did she ultimately want to achieve?

These questions arose with her birth. She couldn't understand why her creator, Dr. Pascal, had given her emotions, and these questions left her perpetually bewildered in this complex world.

“Rhine-Enshe, you are Grey’s masterpiece. After she understood what love and family meant, she began to devote herself to his cause. Your feelings arose from this. You are Grey’s former reflection, when she first became Nieto, but that is all in the past… Now, I entrust these questions to you. Take your 'family' like you and find the answers. In time, you will understand everything and comprehend the true meaning of 'martyr'.”

These were the words Dr. Pascal spoke before leaving the pale underground laboratory. She recorded them and would replay them on the cloud map from time to time, pondering the meaning of each character.

She wasn't sure if she could find the answer, but perhaps they really had to sacrifice themselves for it...

Just when she was at her wit's end, she suddenly saw two slender index fingers extend and lift the corners of her mouth, which had lost their curve and vitality.

"Tsk, smile. Do you think the Commander wants to see you looking so gloomy?"

"Hmm, but I'm just thinking. I don't think Dr. Pascal would laugh while thinking, would he?"

Natiya kept fiddling with her exquisite face, but the truth only proved that haste makes waste. After several unsuccessful attempts, she could only shrug and walk to the other side of the block.

"Forget it, you can't force things. Guys, let's go, next one."

Following behind my sister, for some reason, the distress caused by these questions lessened considerably.

Sure enough, my sister is still the same carefree and unrestrained sister.

This way, she could feel much more at ease...

In subsequent missions, Rhine-Enshe tried to resolve the situation as Natia suggested, or rather, whenever there was a glimmer of a possible communication, Natia would simply silence the other party with a bullet.

The victims' reactions varied greatly: some were willing to die, others pleaded desperately, and still others were fickle. All these behaviors made her realize that humans are truly complex creatures. Although they were all categorized as "good people" in the mission objectives, their actual behavior was vastly different.

In any case, they successfully completed their mission, collecting the on-site recordings, which, after some editing, could be used as false evidence to spread conspiracy theories.

Go out for a walk with your girlfriends; maybe it will lighten your mood a lot...

When she looked up at the sky and sea on the streets of New York, she realized that there was no starry river as described in the ancient Chinese capital...

Meanwhile, the passengers on the train had just finished a round of searching, and the resources had been allocated. Most of them had returned to their seats, while some sat on the floor to drink or browse their phones, which still had some battery left.

Lovan knew nothing about the situation in New York; no one told him that the stagnation had not improved, and the Nietos of Paradis did not want him to have unnecessary worries again. Similarly, the girls were not yet aware of the threat facing the train.

However, a few minutes earlier, Lofan had received a message from Pascal.

"The company's AI has been programmed. We'll take a look at it together when you get back. Also, when you have time, dial this number for a video call so you can meet two new friends who have just opened their eyes."

......

524 Answers

If nothing unexpected happens, it's likely that the production of New Nieto has been successful, and the cloud atlas is working without any problems, having reached a point where it can communicate with others.

Pascal and Lady Grey's skills are indeed trustworthy; their expertise in creating humanoid figures is something that could make them famous throughout the world.

But he didn't want to contact the other party right away. The search had just ended, and although they hadn't encountered any major threats, their physical strength was still somewhat depleted. He wanted to rest for a while first.

"Commander, the search results this time are rather mediocre. Perhaps resource allocation remains an urgent issue. Should we adjust the allocation quota?"

After the supplies were distributed, 79 brought the information to Luo Fan's sleeper compartment to report.

Luo Fan was not surprised by this: "Let's reduce the allocation appropriately. If it's still not enough, I'll add a little more at the end."

"Understood, I will inform JS9."

They're only halfway there; morale can't be low too soon. Perhaps they haven't even started facing the most difficult stage yet...

We need to hold on for at least one more day...

Luo Fan leaned against the wall: "Starting tomorrow night, I will stop personal subsidies. If the allocation becomes tight, I will inform everyone about the resource problem and increase patrols to ensure public security."

The voice was barely audible, and although its purpose was clear, it still made 79's heart tighten.

She subconsciously shifted a few centimeters to the side: "Um, Commander, why don't you rest for a bit, and I'll go tell the others?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Fan raised his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. Perhaps because he had not yet recovered from his fatigue, his gloomy black eyes made the girl unsure whether to feel fear or worry when he stared at her.

But she showed no sign of backing down, maintaining her stance as she continued to contend with those eyes.

The two stared at each other for nearly twenty seconds before Luo Fan finally let out a sigh and turned his gradually calming gaze to the snacks on the table.

"79, do I look a little off right now?"

The sudden question startled 79, who was clutching his pillow, for a moment.

"Eh?"

"Isn't it different from when we first met in this world? I've become much more indifferent?"

"Uh, maybe, it seems... a little?"

Thinking this, Luo Fan took off his boots, sat on the bed, and looked utterly dejected.

"I don't know why, maybe it's because I've been under a lot of pressure lately... I'm sorry."

Just as the man was about to close his eyes in peace, he heard the bed making a series of creaking noises.

"No need to apologize, Commander. It's normal for a leader to be troubled by the current situation; it's a testament to your high regard for your responsibilities."

79 immediately abandoned any thought of leaving, climbing directly onto the bed and gazing at the man with intense passion. Luo Fan was also surprised by her strong reaction; rather than offering comfort, it was as if she herself was facing such a problem.

79's face was almost touching hers; the distance and her burning eyes alone revealed her true feelings: "I thought you were just using these innocent people, but now you're frowning over their survival. You really want to get them to their end safely, and yesterday's execution wasn't your intention. That's enough. In this chaotic world, you've done very well."

She raised her hand and gently patted the other person's shoulder: "That's enough, Commander. You're still the same as always. You haven't taken lives lightly, nor have you abandoned anyone after starting something. So, there's no need to blame yourself. We believe in you and your responsibilities. We will always stand with you to shoulder it and defeat it."

......

for a while

“Pfft,” Luo Fan’s lips couldn’t help but curl up: “79, you seem to be getting too close.”

She then realized that she was about to pin Luo Fan down when she looked down.

She quickly retreated, like a frightened bird, as if that righteous and eloquent demeanor was merely a product of another personality.

But it is precisely this inconsistency that makes Luo Fan regard it as a rare treasure...

"It's alright, this is fine, thank you."

Luo Fan did not approach her directly, but instead extended his hands to her: "If you're willing, please do so."

......

After a struggle, 79 silently chose to lean into Luo Fan's arms. Even though her posture was a little stiff, she had done her best.

Seeing her so reserved, Luo Fan shrugged, grabbed her neck, and pulled her into his arms, eliciting a cute, playful cry.

He didn't want to explain his actions; he just hoped that they could take a breather amidst their busy schedules and enjoy this rare moment of intimacy.

Even he himself couldn't remember the last time he'd been so close to girls. He'd been too busy lately, either killing or on his way to kill. The warmth of their embraces wasn't from each other's bodies, but from the dripping blood...

Perhaps it was during the time when 79 gradually relaxed from her restraint that this period of time, like rock candy melting, became sweeter the more it was stirred.

How are you feeling?

79 raised her head, but Luo Fan wrapped her body in a blanket.

That cold and hypocritical face finally revealed a smile that was only shown to the girls.

"Great, hopefully it will last longer, until you wake up tomorrow and still look like this."

He couldn't think of many words to describe this relationship; the only simple thought was that it could continue like this.

The simplest words have the strongest impact. 79 blushed, but could be likened to a ripe strawberry, making one's mouth water.

But it is precisely because they both yearn for this kind of beautiful marriage that 79 is so deeply immersed in it, which may also be one of her pleasures as a gun-wielding doll from the East.

The girls and children patrolled, and 79 was secretly relieved. A simple report allowed her to confront the man's vulnerable heart and the pressure and contradictions he faced. She saw them and made up her mind that she would face them with him. She wanted to walk alongside him like this until the end of her life. She was ready!

After the two remained in that position for nearly ten minutes, Luo Fan finally picked up his phone and started using it.

"You have a new idea?"

"Make a phone call and meet new friends."

After saying that, Luo Fan placed the screen in front of the two of them: "You should say hello too."

79 had no idea what this new friend was like, but she still propped herself up and kept parallel to the screen in the arms of this tall man.

Within seconds, there was a response from the other end, with the first thing to fill the screen being a grumpy face biting into black beef.

Luo Fan, 79: "???"

The two stared at each other silently across the screen until the black-haired girl finally put the piece of meat into her mouth.