Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 106 Who Doesn’t Want to Be the Protagonist

True gamers always manage to appear at just the right moment, in just the right place, eavesdropping on just the right information, and confronting just the right enemies.

That’s why the Real World is such a pile of dogshit.

When Li Mumu crawled over in the dark, Priest’s speech was already drawing to a close.

She didn’t catch any information.

All she saw was a group of people, bewildered and chanting "Messiah of All Saints and Spirits" in unison.

"...The time to hunt has come."

Priest spread his arms wide and lifted his gaze to the moon in the sky, speaking with a deep, husky baritone.

"Lambs, tonight, we shall feast once more!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Seeing those in white getting up, seemingly about to leave the rooftop, Li Mumu quickly snuck down the stairs.

Luckily, she didn’t see any security guards along the way.

Of course, that didn’t mean the others were not vigilant. Firstly, they conducted a mysterious ritual on the rooftop, so they surely arranged people to watch the surroundings. Li Mumu acted alone, a small target, and escaped their notice.

Another reason was the good public safety environment in Safo City.

In private, the police might not manage to control what you do, but on the street, the presence of guns, drugs, technically skilled workers, gang members, and vagrants is absolutely not tolerated.

In simple terms, no matter what you do in your house, there definitely shouldn’t be guys with fancy hairstyles and eccentric clothing, standing outside with guns in their pockets. According to Safo City’s newest ordinance, police encountering such persons could shoot to kill on sight.

Rumors suggest that the mayor who pushed for this policy had the mail-order industry as his financial backer.

This, in turn, led to the booming development of the "mail order" industry.

Since phones had become commonplace in every household, the latest trend in Safo City was to have a mail-order catalog at hand, shop from a list over the phone, and have the goods delivered to your doorstep.

Wendy had such a booklet in her hands, and its contents were truly dark, profound, and dreamlike.

Li Mumu stayed hidden outside the apartment, crouched behind the dumpsters, watching these delusional people in white leave in groups, heading toward the city center.

She hesitated in her mind for a moment, unsure whether to go back up and check again or to follow these maniacs to see what they were up to.

The night of the full moon had passed, were they planning to continue killing in the Real World?

Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder.

Li Mumu instinctively threw an elbow strike, then came to her senses and turned to look, only to see Wendy staggering backward, covering her nose.

Indeed, only Wendy could approach her from behind without making a sound, this girl had a natural talent for appearing and disappearing unexpectedly.

But Li Mumu was no longer the same as before. She was no longer the naive girl... sorry, the girl of frail disposition, and now possessed extensive combat experience and fighting skills.

[You gradually remember the Peerless Martial Arts you learned at school from your martial arts instructor. They sounded impressive, but due to the limitations of the era, they weren’t any more practical than the Military Martial Arts taught to you by the security guard at the door.]

"Wendy?!"

Li Mumu hurriedly grabbed her hand to prevent her from falling on her backside.

Under normal circumstances, Wendy wouldn’t have been hit by that move, but presently she looked very weak, as if she had hardly rested or eaten properly over the past few days.

"Why have you let yourself get into this state? Why did you come out alone, without asking me to accompany you?"

Li Mumu was angry.

Wendy held her nose and stared at her with dead fish eyes, not wanting to speak.

After a while, she said softly, "Look, I’m able to live quite well alone, aren’t I?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

Li Mumu looked at the shaky Wendy with immense heartache, "When was the last time you ate?"

"Human beings won’t die if they go a week without food."

"I’ve heard that people can get drunk by drinking alcohol through their rear ends, do you want to try that?"

Li Mumu grabbed Wendy’s head and started smacking her furiously, "Are you sick or what? Going insane along with this group of nuts?"

"Stop it!"

Wendy ducked and held her head, arguing in a low voice, "I really found something interesting, which is why I kept following them. Look, they’re about to commit a crime again; let’s quickly follow them. I’ll explain everything to you on the way."

"See that priest over there? The notebook in his hands is no ordinary notebook."

The two of them trailed far behind the group dressed in white. It seemed the others had no anti-surveillance awareness, and in the darkness of the late night without any light, they completely failed to notice the shadow trailing them.

Wendy chugged down the Vitality Potion that Li Mumu brought—its main ingredients were Ginseng Concentrate and Old Hen Soup Extract, mainly used to treat the weakness and lethargy symptoms after one’s essence is drained by Succubi. The potion tasted better when heated and consumed.

Wendy, having regained some vigor, began to relay her discoveries to Li Mumu.

These people in white seemed similar to the famous extremist racial supremacist group from the Federation’s past, according to Li Mumu’s memory. Although notorious in the history books of the 20th century, after the subsequent division of the Federal Government, the "Trinity Codex Knight Order" that emerged actually became one of the rare pillars of stability on the continent.

But, in reality, they had no connection at all.

The racists wore white to promote white supremacy.

These people wore white to cosplay as the Lord’s lambs.

They saw themselves as victims.

Newspapers and media under the Federal Government kept heavily propagandizing about how wonderful and beautiful the New Continent was, with its gold and silver-rich mountains, and fertile, expansive plains.

Innuendos encouraged the readers that even if their ancestors had not left them a rich inheritance here, God would never forget his loyal flock, and a new world was waiting for its conquerors to arrive.

So, my friend, how do you choose now?

Of course... you would vote to support Mr. O’Brien of the Democratic Party for President, whose new immigration policy will give everyone the chance to relive the glory of their ancestors!

Many believed this unquestioningly.

Not because they believed the presidential candidate’s so-called electoral promises, but because they believed in the existence of the New Continent and trusted they could start a second life there.

After all, that’s how it’s written in the novels.

However, once they dragged their families to the West Coast, to Saifu City—the so-called safe departure harbor for the New Continent hyped up by the newspapers—they found that the ships they wanted were nonexistent.

All the ships and charts to the New Continent were tightly controlled by major conglomerates.

And those boats that claimed to smuggle people to the New Continent, nine out of ten were rogue vessels; after taking your money and tricking you on board, where you’d be sent was no longer up to you to decide.

"We’ve been deceived!"

They were angry but to no avail.

This was Saifu City, where not even the shine of God’s glory mattered, let alone the Federal Government.