The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 875: Chapter 57 Sonata Arising_2

Chapter 875: Chapter 57 Sonata Arising_2

Losa 11 stammered on, subconsciously about to look up, but before he could raise his head, he buried it back into the couch as if he were an ostrich.

"You don’t even know, how could I possibly know?”

Jason ordered the thirteenth serving of barbecue.

"Yeah, I don’t even know, how could you possibly know.”

Losa 11 murmured, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Did he really not know?

He knew.

Otherwise, what could he do?

He had just sought the primary personality, but the primary had completely ignored him.

It makes sense, with the primary’s ‘strength’, how could it pay attention to such trivial matters—it’s only a created secondary personality like him that would be so timid.

I want to do something too.

But I really can’t!

What if I’m despised by the primary personality, I’ll get erased…

Boom!

While Losa 11 was still thinking, there came a loud noise above his head.

Instinctively, Losa 11 lifted his head.

If the previous night sky was ‘blue skies and white clouds’, now the night had turned into ‘midday Fierce Sun’.

Before, it was fleets vanishing under the artillery fire, but now, within the area of the night sky visible to Losa 11, all the warships had been obliterated.

How many people died?

Losa 11 didn’t know.

He didn’t even dare to think about it.

Drip, drip.

Suddenly, the sound of liquid hitting came from the skylight above.

Not much, just two or three drops.

Every drop was crimson.

Losa 11’s eyes widened, his cheeks twitching slightly.

His hand holding the liquor jug trembled violently.

The liquor in the jug swayed unceasingly, with the distinctive glugging sound, Losa 11 once again fiercely lifted the jug and downed it in one go.

Gently placing the jug on the round table, Losa 11 stood up straight.

He forced himself to look at the night sky, which was now strange.

Staring at the blood spots that were gradually multiplying.

After a full three minutes, the night sky returned to black.

The profound night covered the crimson on the skylight, one could only see the trace of liquid there, but its color was completely gone.

However, the light rising in Losa 11’s eyes was something even the night could not conceal.

"Jason, I want to change.”

Losa 11 said so.

"Okay.”

Jason, eating his twentieth serving of barbecue, answered without even raising his head.

Losa 11, who had been prepared to speak some impassioned words, choked on this tepid response.

"Is that all?”

He looked at Jason, full of helplessness.

"How else should it be?”

Jason retorted.

"Shouldn’t you feel some gratification or surprise at my change?”

Losa 11 reminded.

"It’s your change, not mine, why should I react like that?”

Jason put down his empty plate, picked up the twenty-first serving of barbecue, and said quite naturally.

Such an attitude left Losa 11 even more helpless.

Sigh!

He sighed.

He felt a bit heart-tired.

Why was he telling Jason all this?

It would be better to just silently do it.

"To live for the dead, to fight for the living, this is all that I stand for!”

"If you, the boss, want to erase me, then be quick about it.”

"Otherwise

"Fight alongside me!”

Losa 11 stood in place, whispering to himself.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Losa 11 clenched his fists.

The primary personality hadn’t erased him, which meant that the primary also acknowledged his thoughts.

Then—

"Let’s fight side by side!”

"I’ll work hard to help you win everything!”

"You give me the world I want!”

"We’ve made a pact!”

The clenched fist relaxed and extended into the air as if shaking hands.

Jason just glanced at Losa 11, performing his ‘solo act’, and then looked away.

Deep down, he had already made up his mind, yet the ceaseless questioning was truly annoying.

Had it not been for the barbecue that the other party treated him to, Jason would have left long ago.

An agreement had been reached with the dominant personality.

Losa 11 took a deep breath.

Exhaling heavily!

A strong scent of alcohol was expelled, but Losa 11’s eyes were clear as he activated his personal communicator.

"Simpson 2, bring me the data from the recent battle.”

"Okay.”

"I’ll wait for you.”

After the conversation, Losa 11 readied to walk back to the sofa but stumbled after only two steps.

Dizziness.

It felt like walking on cotton.

The effects of alcohol surged up.

Losa 11 frowned.

In the past, he didn’t mind this feeling, but now it was no longer acceptable.

He endured the vertigo, leaning on the wall, and staggered step by step to the bathroom, where he abruptly triggered his gag reflex—

Vomiting!

The alcohol he had just drunk splattered out rapidly.

Once, twice.

Until he began to vomit sour water, Losa 11 finally stopped.

He rinsed himself off.

Patting his face with his hands.

Droplets slid down his cheeks. Looking into the mirror, Losa 11 saw a stranger in his reflection, but he was still handsome.

You can do it!

Losa 11 whispered to himself silently.

Then, he turned and left the restroom.

When a person becomes goal-oriented, they become decisive, full of energy, and positive—that’s… growth.

A metamorphosis from chrysalis to butterfly.

Indeed, it exists.

There on that sofa, Losa 11 began to look through various pieces of information and data.

His hands tapped swiftly, his eyes scanned like a scanner, recording all the information he saw, and his brain, like a computer’s CPU, started to analyze each piece.

Even when Jason, who had finished his late-night snack, spoke to him, he responded absent-mindedly.

"Is this the real Losa 11?”

Hera 10 asked softly.

Beside her, Billder and Roslor appeared unsurprised.

"Of course.”

"This is the real Master Losa 11.”

"His usual drunkenness and wastefulness are just a disguise.”

Billder said with a smile.

Hera 10 nodded in agreement with Billder’s words but also added her thoughts.

"Sly fellow, nowhere near as handsome as Jason.”

After speaking, Hera 10 didn’t give Billder or Roslor a chance to rebut and walked towards Jason.

Billder, glaring at Hera 10 as she moved closer to Jason, instinctively wanted to flip her off, mocking the woman who understood nothing, but after some thought, chose to let it go.

He couldn’t beat Hera 10.

Such a feeling was extremely distressing for Billder.

"I’ll leave Galen in your hands; I’m going to the training room.”

After speaking, Billder headed toward the training room.

Roslor signaled to the ‘Golden Lamb’, then followed suit.

After all, there was a friend there who needed his protection.

The ‘Golden Lamb’ watched his colleagues depart, then devoted himself wholeheartedly to his duties as a bodyguard.

As for what would happen inside?

The ‘Golden Lamb’ trusted that Jason and Losa 11 would handle it well.

"Are you looking into the history of Zone F?”

Hera 10 approached Jason without saying a word, but when he paused briefly, she handed him the tea she had prepared for a while and then spoke.

"Yes.”

Jason took a sip of tea and nodded.

"Just as you anticipated, ‘they’ set an ambush.”

"But, the eldest sister was prepared in advance; the losses were minimal—although she spoke harshly, thanks to your reminder, Jason, she took it to heart. She just asked me to express her gratitude.”

"It’s not just verbal—she has also prepared a little gift for you, Jason. It will be sent along with the ‘Ailong Spears’.”

"Also, the eldest sister invites you to

"Ha ha ha!”

"Found it!”

As Hera 10 was getting to the crux of her speech, becoming increasingly nervous, she struggled to keep her tone calm to convey the invitation to Jason.

But before she could get to it, Losa 11, who had been quiet, suddenly laughed, interrupting her.

Hera 10 glared at Losa 11 with a murderous look.

But this eleventh-in-line heir to the Losa Family paid no mind to such a glare.

Contrarily, Losa 11 moved around the round table to Jason’s side, squeezing Hera 10 aside, and sat next to Jason, saying—

"Jason, look at this!”