Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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She was all alone here; it seemed she had asked all the other staff members to leave temporarily.

"Oh, Commander, you're here! How was the performance tonight?"

Upon seeing Luo Fan, she sprang up from her chair, her eyeshadow still on, and her face contorted from the sudden, violent movement.

Luo Fan nodded blankly and replied, "Uh, I have to say, that's pretty impressive. But why do you suddenly want to debut as an idol? Is your family out of money?"

"Hey, it's not me who's debuting, it's the little lion who's debuting!"

Before Luo Fan could react, MDR took his hand and led the still bewildered man to the second floor backstage.

Passing through a curtain, one can overlook the grand spectacle of the entire square, while his little lion sings loudly to the audience below.

It's clear that she's quite adept at this, and doesn't show the awkwardness one would expect from someone participating for the first time.

"See? This is also part of the plan. In the early stages of Cyber ​​Media's development, SAT8 is the first step. She will debut and become a public figure, giving us an obvious advantage and providing assistance in certain promotional situations."

She leaned over the railing, watching the enthusiastic crowd, her smile barely contained, like a full moon that could not be obscured by dark clouds.

I see, so this was part of the plan...

But Luo Fan still had some questions...

"MDR?"

"What?"

"Although Cyber ​​Media is also part of our plan, but... how do you view these viewers, these people who genuinely like you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.

"How else can we look at it? It's definitely because we're good brothers. Without viewers, there are no streamers. I think you understand that, right?"

Kolovan continued, "I've also watched your live streams. You often argue with the viewers, and sometimes the viewers might make you break down. Although you guys seem to be having a lot of fun most of the time, people often say that your online identity is your mask, and to make sure that mask stays on your face without falling off... don't you find it tiring?"

......

The girl shook her head, her gaze returning to the audience.

"Actually, those guys weren't targeting me, but this oppressive world; I wasn't criticizing them, but this boring life. Everyone's just tired, using each other's masks as spittoons."

Although she seems carefree and unkempt, she can still keep her online and real life separate. In other words, she doesn't let her real life affect how she appears online, nor does she let the negativity online affect her real life.

One second she might be pulling the trigger on the battlefield, and the next she might be taking a selfie with her teammates...

"That being said, I do need a little healing sometimes!"

Then, he slapped Luo Fan on the shoulder.

"Wow, you scared me... Okay, you're right..."

Come to think of it, I haven't given MDR a ring yet. I should find some time to get one for her separately...

The two stopped talking and quietly leaned against the railing, watching SAT8's perfect performance.

Thinking about it this way, he actually did a pretty good job; at least when it came to wearing the mask, he basically didn't reveal any flaws.

Even regarding gains and losses...

As hackers, he and the girls are best at tearing off other people's masks; in their eyes, many secrets seem to be no secrets at all.

Even so, they don't have the perverse pleasure of spying on others when they have nothing better to do; at least for normal people, that would be a rather despicable act.

Everyone has their struggles, and no matter how life is going, everyone needs a place to vent. MDR provides that channel and uses it as a feature to attract thousands of viewers, making them her loyal audience.

I remember MDR mentioning before that every now and then she would help some viewers clear out their shopping carts, prioritizing school supplies and daily necessities, and then gaming peripherals. She also seemed to have directly helped several disabled people buy wheelchairs and other mobility aids...

At least, her actions weren't as bad as her words suggested...

After all, even the toughest lips are soft when you kiss them...

A Rafflesia flower, though its stench is unbearable, is still quite a spectacle, isn't it?

"Let's go home first, the performance is still a long way from over."

After a while, she patted Luo Fan's shoulder twice and then walked downstairs.

It was also time to go back and check on Yingque's condition, and Luo Fan also felt it was time to go back.

It has to be said that this night was quite magical; at least he witnessed the girls who were tactical dolls actually going on stage and becoming idols.

Perhaps even more interesting things will happen in the future...

......

When I returned to the bar, the closing sign in front of the door had been turned upside down, and RPK was leaning against the door with a very serious expression.

Luo Fan got out of the car first, and MDR went to park the car. Just looking at RPK's expression, Luo Fan also felt nervous.

"how's it going?"

He quickly asked.

RPK shook his head, then opened the wooden door and led Luo Fan inside.

"It's not good. Miss Yingque is resting in bed now. Mrs. Gray has come home early from get off work to examine her."

Tsk, is it Mrs. Grey's turn to handle this herself...?

It seems the situation is really not good; it's definitely not just motion sickness.

The man rushed up the stairs and opened his own door.

At a glance, one could see Mrs. Grey sitting by the bed, observing the girl lying on the bed with a cold and stern expression.

Noticing Luo Fan enter, she gestured for him to be quiet.

Although anxious, I could only slow down so as not to disturb her rest.

"......How about it?"

"We can't figure out the problem. The current known symptoms are electrolyte imbalance, fever, and palpitations... which are not normal."

Lovan had no knowledge in the relevant field, but judging from Mrs. Grey's words, the situation seemed quite tricky.

Not long after, she got up and walked towards the door.

"I gave her some fever reducer and will try to observe her overnight. If it doesn't work, I might have to take her to the company to see a doctor tomorrow."

......

Go to Mrs. Gray's company...?

439 Medication

Perhaps Mrs. Grey really does have a way to treat it, but since she can't even directly see the basic symptoms at this stage, it must mean the situation is serious...

Where exactly did things go wrong? They clearly didn't do anything they shouldn't have...

Although there were no protective measures, Luo Fan himself was perfectly healthy, so there should have been no possibility of cross-infection.

Wait, speaking of health, I seem to...

"commander."

Luo Fan turned around and saw that RPK had entered the room at some point, looking at him with a serious expression.

"what happened?"

She placed the warm water in her hand on the bedside table, then whispered, "Yesterday, Miss Rosalia and her friend came to the bar. While I was entertaining them, her friend, Miss 'Aither,' told me some news."

Is there new information?

Luo Fan nodded: "Yes, continue."

"She told me that Miss Yingque might experience the same symptoms you had back then, or even more severe ones. Once it starts, she should take the medication Miss Rosalia gave you. You know the dosage yourself. If it still doesn't work, call her using the phone number on this business card."

He took the exquisite little card, which not only contained personal information and a photo of Ethel, but also had dark gold patterns embossed around it.

There appears to be no integrated circuit inside, and the business card cannot be bent, suggesting that the material is not just ordinary paper.

“Ethel Maitna…”

Rosalia didn't recognize the name, and she hadn't introduced herself to him beforehand. Perhaps it was because he hadn't spent much time at home lately and hadn't met her. Maybe he would have the chance to meet this elegant woman with the monocle next time.

However, according to her, the same medication is used to treat excess and deficiency...

Could it be that I really infected Yingque with this disease?

......

"I understand. You can go out now. I'll prepare to give her the medicine later."

Luo Fan waved his hand, signaling RPK to leave, then pulled out a chair and sat silently in front of the bed, his face ashen.

Although RPK wanted to help more, he knew that only the commander knew what to do in the current situation, and besides, the commander didn't seem to be in a good mood...

Before leaving, she turned back one last time...

"Commander, please take care of yourselves, and so should Miss Yingque."

The man by the bed nodded silently, his gaze never leaving the girl on the bed.

"click"

......

To be honest, he couldn't understand it. He didn't even know what his illness was, and yet, without any warning, these symptoms had been transmitted to Yingque.

If she were truly ill, Mrs. Grey should have been able to tell, but instead she concluded that she was healthier than she appeared.

This is hardly good health; the intermittent contractions often tormented him, keeping him tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep.

Although the symptoms were effectively relieved after taking the medication, he really disliked the feeling of being dependent on drugs, as if he were an addict.

Is it a side effect of that reverse kabbala factor? But that was a medication given to me by the tablet, and it didn't have any side effect warnings on it, only the name and model number of the drug.

The changes brought about by this medicine were quite significant; at the very least, it wasn't just something he had initially thought of as a health supplement...

If we were to pinpoint where this change manifests, a preliminary guess would be... being able to punch a grown man in the head and create a deep crater, which should be no problem.

However, the fact that Rosalia could detect and alleviate these side effects shows that she was aware of her symptoms and could minimize the negative impact of the cost.

But this may be a deal with the devil, as depicted in most works, where power inevitably comes at a price.

Now, will this cost affect those around him...?

......

She had tried her best to keep her affairs from affecting Yingque's life, but it was still unavoidable that there was a bond that would taint her with the filth on her body.

He understands, but he doesn't want it to be like this...

After a moment's thought, the man picked up the warm water from the bedside table and poured it into his mouth.

His back was to the city's dazzling yet dirty neon lights, yet he unrealistically tried to use his tiny body to shield the girl from those lights.

Ultimately, it was nothing more than a person full of slander trying to protect the last pure lily beside them.

*** got up, closed the window, and drew the curtains. Now, apart from the dim lamp, all that remained was a dim light and the girl sleeping peacefully in her dreams.

He took a test tube from the drawer and then slowly poured the medicine into the girl's mouth.

Her sleeping face remained peaceful. Although the flush had not yet faded, the beauty that existed in every inch of her skin constantly reflected a world that brought men peace and joy.

In the city, neon lights and starlight shimmer in the sewage ditches, and red wine mixed with cheap sawdust flows freely on the marble-tiled ground.

The rolling path of a bullet casing is endless, and the flow of blood is not limited to the human body.

When we enter the heart of a complete stranger, a bullet becomes our greeting.

The city dweller, who spends his days walking under streetlights of varying intervals, has, after getting used to this life, briefly considered escaping it all.

The idea was short-lived because he was always clear that it was simply impossible.

Sorry, I'm missing an inch...

When we have no other choice

Please don't ask me why I want to immerse myself in the city's nightlife...

......

I had originally planned to get a good night's sleep with Yingque after I got back, but now it seems I'm more energetic than I thought.

Let's get down to business then...

Two minutes later, Lovan sent a new request to Pascal, then took his tablet and went to the storeroom in the back alley of the bar.