Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

After a simple cleanup under the faucet in the bathroom to make herself look less embarrassed, Nicole rode her second-hand electric bike, left the hospital, and went straight to the cat cafe where she worked before.

The cat cafe is located near an office building, with a mid-to-high-end consumption, a three-story store, and private rooms of different grades on the second and third floors.

Not far from the back door of the cat cafe is a two-wheeled vehicle parking lot. Nicole parked the car and entered directly from the back door. She greeted the surprised lobby manager and went straight to the fourth floor, which was not open to the public.

The fourth floor of the cat cafe is also a private room, a huge private room exclusively for the owner.

The owner of the cat cafe, Sofia Clara, did not seem surprised by Nicole's sudden visit.

The young, beautiful, pure and charming boss just smiled, put down the coffee cup in her hand, stroked the fat orange who was dozing in her arms, and said softly: "What did I say? You will always change your mind."

Rush up to the fourth floor in one breath, Nicole was a little out of breath.

Take a deep breath to calm the overly intense heartbeat, Nicole replied with a complicated expression: "You are right... The nature of this world is too dangerous, and a peaceful life is just a bubble that will burst with a poke."

"Then..." Sophia's beautiful eyes sparkled with anticipation, which was particularly moving.

"I am willing to worship you as my master and embark on the path of demonization." Nicole answered firmly, "But I have two conditions."

"Oh?" Sophia raised her eyebrows with interest, "Tell me."

"First, revenge for me." Nicole said.

"Of course, my good students can't be bullied by anyone." Sophia said, "What about the second one?"

"The second one is to stay away from this city and hide my identity." Nicole said, "I don't want to be found by anyone before I have the power to walk the world openly."

Sophia was stunned.

After a moment, she sighed and shook her head: "Not a bad ambition... But how easy is it to cross that threshold?"

"If you set such a condition, I'm afraid you will never be able to get back the name 'Nicole Sunflower' in your life."

"It doesn't matter." Nicole said softly, her expression was both gloomy and determined, "If you can't get that kind of power, everything will be in vain."

"..." Sophia sighed.

The enchanting woman put the fat orange in her arms on the sofa beside her, stood up and walked towards Nicole, stretched out her slender jade hand, with five fingers slightly open and palm facing up: "Then, come, join me, and embark on this road of no return that the world hates."

Nicole did not hesitate to stretch out her palm, which was roughened by life and covered with calluses, and put it on that hand.

With a burst of uncomfortable, dark light and shadow like an overturned palette expanding, contracting, and disappearing, the low-key and luxurious cat cafe's fourth floor was empty again.

…

Of course, Donahue, who was concerned and asked the magic mirror as soon as he calmed down, knew all of the above.

——The magic mirror cannot speak, but it can add subtitles.

"Demonized..." Donahue muttered absent-mindedly, extremely confused.

Why?

He couldn't understand.

Didn't Nicole want a peaceful life the most? Why did she become a demonized person who was shouted and beaten by everyone like a rat crossing the street?

Isn't it the best choice to live under the wings of the only three gods in the world?

Why?

He didn't even want to tell me, so he left his hometown and hid his identity.

Why?

...

Suddenly, a harsh cell phone ring rang, waking up Donahue from his trance.

Half a beat late, Donahue stiffly picked up the phone, even forgetting to check the caller ID.

In the phone, Miles's steady voice sounded: "Anthony told me that Nicole is missing, what's going on?"

Subconsciously, Donahue tried to find an excuse to prevaricate. The next moment, he thought of the almost omniscient magic mirror and the even more terrifying boss god who created the magic mirror, and felt depressed.

- His "cover-up" is meaningless...

So Donahue told Miles everything he saw in the magic mirror incoherently and in detail.

Donahue finished speaking quickly, and there was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time.

After a long time, Miles sighed: "Bless her... Not all demonized people are not tolerated by the world."

"... Thank you." Donahue said hoarsely.

...

Dark Realm.

Lenari glanced at Miles' report and didn't take it seriously.

In her opinion, demonization is just an evolutionary route, no different from the other ones. The real key lies in the choice of the person involved, not other things.

Throwing away the alienated mobile phone, Lenari focused her mind again.

This is a pile of optical modems, routers, mobile phones, computers, etc. related to network signals.Alienated equipment, plus a little "Foldili and Death Scythe mixture" roughly kneaded into a strange thing.

——Team Seven has been slow to provide pollution-free and harmless Internet access equipment, Lenari plans to be self-reliant.

While ensuring the connection between the "Foldili and Death Scythe mixture" and its main body, and the basic (networking) functions of each alienated equipment remain unchanged, Lenari carefully eroded and twisted this "whole" for the second time, trying to turn it from a "group" into a "single" and make it into a qualified "adapter".

Without theoretical support, relying only on "luck" and "feeling", failure is a matter of course.

Accompanied by a strange and unpleasant "creaking" sound, Lenari sighed, and casually controlled the darkness to devour the strange thing in front of her.

She failed again.

Undeterred, Lenari's tentacles squirmed, rolled up a pile of unopened large and small packaging boxes, and tried again.

——Fortunately, the "mixture of Fuldiri and Death Scythe" inherited the strange identity of the original Death Scythe and can be regenerated infinitely.

…

October entered the second half of the month.

Lenari, who spent countless efforts and almost single-handedly raised the vitality of the electronic product market in Inesel City, finally got the blessing of luck and successfully "mutated" a qualified adapter.

Lenari's abstract tentacles stretched out, rolling up the unknown mixture of metal, plastic and flesh that looked like a coronavirus for some reason, and checked it over and over again, feeling happy.

——With it, and then processing the "mixture of Fuldiri and Death Scythe", you can surf the Internet freely!

By then, not only will I no longer be bored, but Kampers will also be able to regain control of Inesel City.

After admiring the dark red and almost black adapter for a while, Lenari gently put it on the office desk and turned back to deal with the mixture with a long name.

Compared to the "mutations" that are left to chance, dealing with that mixture is very simple.