Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"If this drink has had that effect, then I'm sorry."

"No, thank you very much, Commander. It is because of this drink that I have the opportunity to confide in you."

Sister 45 took her hand and gently stroked it.

“Back then, you said you didn’t care about my past, but I still hope you can care a little, because I want to tell you.”

“We have missed countless opportunities like this before, but we never expected to accomplish it in this way today.”

Luo Fan lowered his head and did not respond to 45's words.

How could I not have paid attention to you? My UMP45.

I don't know why the voice message makes me feel like I don't care about you, even though I know everything about your past.

How strong you must be, and how courageous you must be, to drag your already tattered wings to stand before me?

"If possible, I hope I can have more opportunities to tell you about my past. Although it's not very surprising, it can at least be considered a story."

UMP45 was almost in a state of self-talk; intoxication lingered in his mind, but 45 had no intention of dispelling it.

Let's numb ourselves for a bit and enjoy this damn life.

After a long silence, Luo Fan finally spoke: "No, 45, I know everything about your past."

This time it was UMP45's turn to be shocked. She looked at the man in front of her with disbelief, as if she was amazed that he knew about her painful past.

But Lovan simply held onto UMP45 tightly.

“I know you have always felt guilty about your 'dirty' past, and I also know you have an 'older sister' that you have never mentioned to anyone.”

"Even so, I still like you, and your teammates trust you because you deserve it."

"UMP45, what a strong girl. Even though you are a humanoid, who could imagine that a girl, holding her own gun, killed her own past with her own hands, and could still struggle in the mud?"

"Your wings have long been tattered by this world, your joy has long been worn away by the years, yet you still run around for the people around you."

"You are so determined, so tenacious, I can't imagine how you dragged these tattered wings to me."

"But we are all the same, we don't dwell on the past, and we are not afraid of the future."

"So I hope I have the luck to continue walking with you, because you are the one and only UMP45."

"You are such a solitary soul, like a rose with thorns, deadly yet alluring."

"I don't care if my hand is covered in blood when I pull it back after reaching out to you, but I feel that it's enough that I can hold you."

Luo Fan resolutely raised his eyes, the bright lights hanging high in the sky obscuring the depth in them, just like the most ardent gaze he gave to 45.

If I can't relive my 45-year-old self, then I'll give her the best possible future.

UMP45 was so shocked that he couldn't contain himself; the shock he felt was indescribable.

Over the years, who else but her could understand her so well? Who could truly know her past, stained with blood and bullet casings?

She disguised herself with a fake smile, armed herself with the gun in her hand, and buried her timid and delicate self with her own hands.

Let go of the past; I'm homeless now.

This is what UMP45 often says to its past self.

But when she met the man before her, she had a life she had never dared to imagine, and sometimes she felt that it was so wonderful that it was like an unreal dream.

But she refused to wake herself up; how could someone as rational and cunning as herself be so easily captivated by a dream?

UMP45 recalled a sentence she had said to Luo Fan: "Huh? I'm not spacing out. Do you think I'm like you? It's just... living this kind of life with you for so long, haha, I don't know if it's because you're too silly, or because I've become silly."

Looking back now, perhaps I've become stupid, or perhaps both.

But perhaps it's a case of fools having good fortune; she felt incredibly lucky to have been able to stay with this man for so long.

Yes, not dwelling on the past, not fearing the future—that's how you treat me.

But I not only want to know about your past, I also want to spend the rest of my future with you.

Am I eligible for this opportunity?

UMP45 felt lost, but the ring on her hand told her: yes, she had this opportunity.

It seemed as if a mist was welling up in his eyes...

"45?"

Luo Fan noticed this as well, a hint of worry in his eyes.

He then placed his hand on the 45-year-old's tender face.

This small gesture sent a shiver down Sister 45's spine.

With that slight tremor, tears streamed down my face...

But the smile on her face never disappeared. Looking at the hazy, unreal man in front of her, she couldn't help but want to hug him.

Alcohol makes the world spin, and tears blur vision.

45 felt like she wanted to faint right then and there.

But the next second, she felt a warm and strong hug.

I thought that those who knew about my past had been buried by my own hands.

At first, I thought it was very fortunate that no one knew about my past;

But when I discovered that you also knew about my past, I realized that meeting you was the greatest blessing of my life, even though I don't know if I have ever experienced what is called three lifetimes.

I am like a barbed wire fence studded with barbs and blood, deterring others from approaching, yet also the most powerful tool when needed.

But when you embraced me without a word of complaint, I realized...

My barbs won't scratch you, and my blood won't suffocate you.

I realized then that I cannot live without you in my limited life.

The two embraced in front of the quiet bar, like lovers who had finally been reunited.

The 45-year-old, who was self-disciplined all day long, had a happy smile on his face that others might never have the chance to see in their lifetime.

Her face seemed to melt into the light, almost disappearing...

36 Reunion

00:49am

Luo Fan carried the heavily intoxicated UMP45 to the hotel room.

Only a few dim lights remained in the corridor, barely enough to make out the way ahead.

However, Lovan didn't want these extra rays to disturb 45, so he hacked into it and turned it off, just like last time.

The UMP45 is like a newborn baby, quiet and still, as if it has never woken up.

However, she was currently nestled on Luo Fan's back, feeling the warmth emanating from the man's back.

"So, Commander, do you know me very well?"

45 whispered softly behind me, as if telling a sweet dream.

Luo Fan was drawn by the voice of 45 and turned to look at the little figure behind him.

"I should know quite a bit, but if you're willing to tell me in person, I'd really like to know more."

Yes, what you see is the "objective fact," but it's better to listen to her tell her story.

Because this pain shouldn't be borne by her alone.

This statement seems to have been expected by 45...

She hugged the man in her arms even tighter: "Then when we have the chance in the future, I'll tell you my past stories."

"it is good."

After all, people who are in the same mud and carry dark pasts, how can they not feel sorry for each other when they are by each other's side?

"By the way..."

UMP45 woke up again.

"Commander, if we were all built by you using that tablet, is it possible that...?"

Luo Fan certainly understood what 45 meant, but he himself was unsure of the possibility of it happening.

"Perhaps. We can try it later. If it doesn't work, we can have Pascal try to build another one based on your OGAS?"

"That's fine..."

The two remained silent, and the darkness brought them a long-lost sense of peace.

And you know what? The music we were playing at the bar just now was called "Hoping She Would Be There." Hopefully, she's there...

......

After Luo Fan settled 45, he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

45. Lying in bed, looking up at the empty ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

Everything that has happened in the last two hours has been too surreal for 45.

This was unimaginable for my past self.

Even though she had been by this man's side for a long time, this was the first time she had been able to confide in him so openly...

45 Only now do I realize that I am truly worthy of the ring on my hand.

In the past, no matter what secrets I had, he would respect me unconditionally; no matter what plans I had, he would also respect me.

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UMP45 looked at the blurry figure in the bathroom and couldn't help but laugh.

If I wanted to try again, to gamble again, would you allow it?

Although this is a trivial matter for both of us, I still want to give it a try...

UMP45 picked up the tablet from the bedside table and, like Luo Fan, opened the construction options in Girls' Frontline.

"Humanoid creation, select formula, SMG..."

Will she be one in a million, and return to me?

UMP45 doesn't know, because the construction and maintenance process is never carried out while the device is powered on.

Moreover, 40 is truly dead; what exists in his OGAS now is merely an avatar.

But something inexplicably compelled 45 to press the build option.

"02:14:59......Who could it be?"

45 did not understand the meaning of this time, only that it was the remaining time before construction was completed.

Suddenly, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped...

Startled, 45 quickly exited the game, locked the screen, and put the game back in its original place.

When Luo Fan came out dressed, 45 was still lying quietly in bed.

"Go wash up, 45."

"it is good......"

45 picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom; now, it was Luo Fan's turn to lie down.

However, the position of my tablet has changed slightly...

But Luo Fan didn't pay much attention to it, just thinking that 45 had touched it out of curiosity and boredom.

Besides, we're both really tired tonight...

Luo Fan just wants to wait until he turns 45 so he can get a good night's sleep.

......

A few minutes later, the last sound of running water in the room disappeared again.

After changing her clothes, UMP45 quietly climbed into bed.