That rich strawberry fragrance, mixed with a faint trace of his taste, drifted into Kula's nose.
Kula's throat involuntarily swallowed.
As if possessed, she extended her pink little tongue.
Carefully, she gave the lollipop a gentle lick.
"—Boom!"
A sweet taste signal, like a hundred thousand volt electric current, instantly struck her brain!
Her eyes suddenly widened! The emptiness deep in her pupils, at this moment, was washed away completely by this sweet power!
Replacing it was sparkling excitement and joy, full of surprise and curiosity!
Delicious... this thing called "lollipop"...
"How is it?" Cloud watched her adorable expression as if she'd discovered a whole new world, and smiled.
Kula didn't answer.
She just instinctively stuck out her tongue again and licked once more.
Then again.
She directly opened her small mouth and put the entire lollipop inside, like a little hamster that had found treasure, happily squinting her eyes.
"..."
Nearby, her two guardians, Foxy and Diana, watching this scene, had completely turned to stone.
What had they just witnessed?
That emotionless, passionless, cold as ice, combat-obsessed "ultimate weapon"...
NESTS' proudest "masterpiece"...
Had now been conquered by the enemy using a lollipop?!
This was surely the darkest, most shameful day in the history of NESTS organization!
Meanwhile, Cloud looked at his "handiwork" with satisfaction.
He knew a sweet seed had quietly been planted in the pure white heart of this ice girl.
All that remained was to water and fertilize it, waiting for it to take root, sprout, bloom, and bear fruit.
"Alright, little girl." Cloud put away his joking expression and pointed at the base below, which he had slapped flat like a "discus." "Your toy has been broken by me."
"Go back and tell your masters."
"Next time, if they still want to play, tell them to come personally."
"Don't keep sending you cute little girls to feed me kills."
With that, he ruffled Kula's silky long hair, then turned to leave.
"Remember, next time we meet, I'll treat you to Häagen-Dazs. Vanilla flavor."
His figure disappeared into the horizon.
Leaving only Kula standing there in a daze, sucking on that lollipop that had changed her life, mumbling: "Häagen-Dazs... what's that...?"
...
After successfully delivering a "demolition gift package" to NESTS organization and conveniently conquering (pre-ordering) a "kuudere girl."
Cloud didn't stop his steps.
According to the intel he had "downloaded" from Krizalid.
He set his next target on another even more secretive NESTS location in South America—a modified human experimental base.
If the previous base was responsible for "weapons development."
Then this base was responsible for "disposing of defective products."
All experimental subjects that failed during modification, mutated, or developed self-awareness would be sent here for final humane disposal.
When Cloud, like a reaper descending to the mortal realm, silently infiltrated this "human hell" filled with wailing and despair.
He saw countless nauseating failed "artworks."
Some were clones with three heads and six arms.
Some were "modified humans" with half their body mechanical and half rotting flesh.
This was NESTS—the dirtiest, bloodiest dark side hidden beneath their shiny "technological" exterior.
Cloud walked expressionlessly through this "hell."
The Chaos Divine Power on his body spontaneously formed a barrier, isolating those filthy, despairing resentments from him.
Soon he arrived at the deepest part of the base.
The incinerator.
Before a massive metal door flickering with ominous red light.
Two staff members in white research coats were pushing a "defective product" strapped tightly to a mobile bed with restraints, preparing to send it into the incinerator.
"Hurry up! The next experiment is about to begin!"
"Seriously, this Angel, she was such a promising base material. How did she suddenly undergo genetic collapse? What a shame."
"Angel?"
Cloud's footsteps stopped.
He looked at the "defective product" about to be "disposed of."
It was a stunningly beautiful girl.
She had short white hair as pure as first snow, yet slightly disheveled.
A small face with features as exquisite as a fairy's.
She wore only a tattered white lab coat, exposing large expanses of snow-white, delicate skin.
Her wrists and ankles were firmly locked by cold metal restraints.
Her face wore a cynical, mocking smile as if she didn't care about anything.
But Cloud could see, deep in those seemingly frivolous purple eyes, a hint of madness and defiance suppressed to the extreme.
She was like a small beast with claws removed and wings broken.
Though caged, that untamed wildness belonging to a beast had never disappeared.
She was Angel.
"Hey, you two."
A cold voice suddenly came from behind the two researchers.
"What are you about to do to this beautiful young lady?"
The two were so frightened their whole bodies trembled!
They whipped around and saw a black-clothed young man who had appeared behind them at some unknown point.
"You... who are you?! How did you get in here?!"
"I am..." A "friendly" smile appeared on Cloud's face. "...here to collect the garbage."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.
"Puff! Puff!"
Two soft sounds.
Flames erupted from the two researchers' bodies. Before they could even let out a scream, they were directly burned into mosaic.
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