?Chapter 95: Chapter 94 Let Go of That Beast Eared Big Sister! Bastards!_1 Chapter 95: Chapter 94 Let Go of That Beast Eared Big Sister! Bastards!_1 [Traveler, some residents passing by Winter City saw that your door was open and came over to tell you]


    [A middle-aged woman holding a sign said to you, “You want to drive those Variants out, too, don’t you? Just watching is useless! Let’s protest together, march together, and make the Mansion of the City Lord and the City Guard drive out all those dirty Variants!”]


    [Soon, the woman was swept away by the crowd of compellers, and as the crowd moved on, the demonstrating protesters disappeared at the end of the street]


    [Squeak—]


    [Chu Tian closed the door, glanced at you, and said, “Brother Luo, I want to take back what I said before about wanting the talent of Variants. This talent is too much of a pitfall, directly reducing one’s status to the very bottom, right there with the Dalits on the other side of reality.”]


    [Traveler, you remained noncommittal]


    [However, as the saying goes, when you lose something, you gain something else. In losing the chance to mingle with the regular human community of this world, you gained a pathway to become stronger much faster than the average person]


    [Note: You also gained two beast-eared Lolitas]


    Isn’t that not yet acquired?…


    That’s not the point!


    “Senior?”


    Ai Xue waved her hand in front of Luo Xi’s eyes: “Senior, why are you daydreaming again? I’ve just arranged with the customers that we will close from 12 noon to 2 p.m. for two hours, and we will compensate them with a 20 yuan voucher. Now we can go to lunch!”]


    “Oh, oh.”


    Luo Xi snapped out of it and nodded, “Alright.”


    He looked at the text floating before his eyes and felt somewhat moved.


    The discrimination that Mutant Patients in that world faced was evident, no wonder even Wei’er’s mother, a Tier Four Skill Practitioner, was reluctant to bring her daughters to live inside Winter City.


    The surrounding looks of strangeness and discrimination would only bring Wei’er and the others more pressure; it was more relaxing to live in Variant gathering places like Grey Stone Street.


    “Meow~”


    Unknown when, a group of cats scattered around the cat café gathered again beside Luo Xi, one even leaped forcefully from the sofa onto his shoulder.


    Customers came to the cat café to pet cats, but it was Luo Xi who was there to be enveloped by the cats.


    Chen Momo squatted down to pick up a British Shorthair blue cat. After petting it a few times, the cat struggled out of her arms and pounced into Luo Xi’s embrace.


    Ai Xue envied him from the side: “Senior, how did you get such a cat-attracting physique?”


    Luo Xi smiled and said, “Natural?”


    What if he went to a zoo? What kind of situation would occur?


    Don’t dare go, don’t dare go.


    It would be bad to cause a disturbance.


    Only after Ai Xue locked up the cat café, did the group leave the premises. Shortly after, Luo Xi realized that a bunch of words from Chu Tian had appeared before his eyes again.


    [Chu Tian said, “Brother Luo, I heard that during the last storm disaster, the inhabitants of Grey Stone Street were not allowed to enter. Why is this time different from ten years ago? Unusual events usually signal malign forces; there must certainly be some kind of conspiracy involved.”]


    [Chu Tian added, “I’m going to follow and check it out, Brother Luo… are you coming?”]


    [Traveler, you look up at the floor above, nothing stirs]


    [After all, you have to go out sometime. Staying in here all the time won’t get you any useful information. With Cat Cat and Aina not around, you could go out and explore a bit]


    [“Let’s go.”]


    [Chu Tian said, “Then let’s hurry and catch up. Speaking of which, these citizens of Winter City really are carefree. With the natural disaster stirring up chaos outside, they don’t even glance at it, instead scheming to drive away the Mutant Patients. They belong to the type who are so full that they’re looking for trouble. Now I really want to know what expressions these people would have if the silver radiance of the Divine Tree were also broken.”]]


    [Traveler, you say, “Have you ever thought, if this thing breaks, we won’t be able to survive either.”]


    [Chu Tian: “…”]


    …


    In Winter City.


    A temporary gathering area for thousands of Mutant Patients.


    Many big and small shelters had been erected to shield against the wind and snow, but such fragile dwellings provided neither warmth nor a sturdy structure, and collapses were common.


    Many had already been buried in the snow several times.


    Nearly a hundred City Guard members patrolled the inside, with a dozen more standing guard at the exit.


    “Mommy, I’m so cold…”


    A young girl wearing a tattered cotton coat with a pair of rabbit ears atop her head was shaking uncontrollably in her mother’s arms.


    “Warm stones, does anyone have warm stones? Lend me one!”


    The woman walked around the gathering place holding her daughter, looking for a warm stone, but no one was willing to lend them one.


    Of course, the main reason was the lack of warm stones in this place.


    Almost all the residents of Grey Stone Street huddled in their shelters, shivering, relying on clustering together for a bit of warmth.


    They had rushed out in the morning so hastily that most had brought only clothes and food, with hardly anyone carrying heavy warm stones – or to put it another way, they hadn’t expected Winter City to be so cold, nor had anyone reminded them.


    The patrolling guards forbid them from wandering around at will.


    The woman, holding the girl, evaded the gaze of the guards and finally reached the exit of the gathering place.


    A fully armed guard with a spear stopped her, saying coldly, “Where do you think you’re going? No one is allowed out!”


    The woman knelt down and pleaded, “Lord, my child is going to freeze to death, please give us some warm stones…”


    The guard replied coldly, “It’s no use begging me. Whose fault is it you didn’t bring warm stones into the city? The Mansion of the City Lord is applying for a batch of warm stones; you all just have to wait.”


    “But… but my child can’t wait anymore, and many others can’t hold on…”


    The guard scoffed, “If you die, you die; don’t think your lives are worth much, do you?”


    “Burn the Variants! Don’t let them contaminate our city! Drive them all out!”


    “Drive out every single Variant without mercy!”


    Loud and sharp voices carried over with the wind and snow.


    The guard looked surprised.


    What are these clueless people trying to stir up?


    He looked back and saw a dark mass of people moving from the end of this temporary gathering place, around the corner of the street, towards them.


    A dozen City Guard soldiers held their weapons and guarded the entrance to the temporary gathering area.


    The guard barked, “What’s going on? Are you rabble looking to revolt? How dare you!”


    Although they did not particularly care about the survival of the Variants, they had been instructed from above to ensure that these Variants lived longer. If all the Variants were to be killed by the rabble, it would be troublesome.


    Someone shouted, “They’ve contaminated our air!”


    “Expel them!”


    The voices of the residents were as loud as thunder.


    A woman holding a girl saw this scene and kept retreating backward.


    Her face, wrought with hardship, showed a trace of bitterness and despair.


    For people like her in this world, was there not even a shred of tolerance?


    …


    In the hotpot restaurant.


    Luo Xi was eating hotpot and occasionally responded to Ai Xue and Chen Momo’s questions, but his main focus was still on the text.


    [Traveler, you and Chu Tian followed behind the marching residents, watching their actions.]


    [They arrived at an open area, and in front of them was a wild field surrounded by iron fencing, covered in a vast expanse of white with shanties everywhere.]


    [You heard the endless abuse from the citizens of Winter City towards the Mutant Patients, with some even throwing ignited unknown objects inside.]


    [Through the gaps, you saw some young children, even smaller than Aina, running out of the shanties, looking outside in panic, their eyes filled with nothing but bewilderment and fear.]


    [Suddenly, a lofty voice pierced through the cold and snowflakes, echoing down the street.]


    [“Lord Delkus, the Great Judge, is coming. Make way on your own accord!”]


    [In an instant, silence fell like the night, and the crowd that had gathered in the street dispersed in disarray.]


    [In just half a minute, Traveler, you saw the street before you become deserted.]


    [“We need to hide quickly too! This judge is said to be a pervert, and merely looking at him on the street can get you arrested and sentenced to death!”]


    [Chu Tian quickly grabbed you and ran toward a nearby corner.]


    [Traveler, you looked back and saw that with the rhythm of engine sounds, a stretch black metal vehicle had stopped at the entrance to the Mutant Patients’ gathering area.]


    [An old man with stooping posture and graying hair got out of the car.]


    [The old man seemed to sense something and looked toward you, but you had already run into an alleyway, narrowly missing his gaze.]


    …


    Delkus retracted his gaze.


    He glanced at the dozen guards here.


    Under those eyes with white cataracts, the guards suddenly felt a chill in their bones. Sёarch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Delkus’s voice was devoid of warmth, “What’s the situation?”


    A guard stepped forward, bowing respectfully, “Lord Judge, this morning the Mansion of the City Lord asked us to move the Variants of Grey Stone Street in here. This is a temporary gathering area we set up for the Variants.”


    The old man looked down, his eyes sharp, “I’m asking about those rabble. Who allowed them to question my decision?”


    The guard was startled.


    Was the decision to allow the Variants to enter the city made by this Great Judge?


    But why would this judge—known to be a cold-hearted devil who would sentence people to death for even minor offenses—suddenly start caring about Variants?


    “Forget it, asking you is pointless.”


    The old man glanced at the shanties within the gathering area and spoke, “By tomorrow noon, select two hundred healthy Variants, half of each gender, and send them to my residence in the city. If even one is missing, I will take it from your ranks.”


    The guards agreed immediately, “Yes, Lord Judge!”


    “Lord, Lord! Please save my child!”


    The woman who had previously tried to ask the guards for warming stones took advantage of their distraction and dashed out, kneeling in the snow with her child, pleading with the old man.


    “Stupid woman! What are you doing?”


    The guards were nearly scared to death on the spot.


    Delkus ignored the woman’s pleas and got back into the car.


    The guards breathed a sigh of relief.


    “Oh, Lord Judge, may I ask if there is an age limit?”


    The old man scoffed, “No limit, just healthy is enough—although, they’re hardly healthy however you look at it.”


    As the black vehicle departed, the guards looked unfavorably at the woman kneeling on the ground, her face filled with despair.


    A guard violently kicked her, knocking both the woman and her daughter to the ground.


    “You nearly got me killed; watch how I won’t kill you!”


    “You want a warming stone, huh? I’ll go find one to feed you in a bit!”


    The woman instantly crawled, shielding her daughter beneath her, taking the fierce kicks of several guards on her back, emitting muffled groans.


    “Don’t, please don’t hit Mommy anymore!”


    The young cries received no answer.


    “Damn it!”


    In the shanties of the gathering area, Lek’s forehead throbbed with bulging veins, his fists clenched tight, as he rose, intending to go out but was held back by a family member’s desperate grip on his arm.


    Then, he lowered his head in defeat.


    Here, they were all wretches.


    Wretches have no right to feel sorry for others.


    Just when everyone felt most helpless and desperate, a deep voice sounded.


    “Bastards! Let go of that Beast Eared Girl, Big Sister!”