Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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The dreamer wiped his eyes and said weakly.

The moonlight finally had the chance to surpass the sun and break the dawn.

She was finally able to shine her light on the two of them, like a spotlight on a stage play.

Her dream has finally come true.

His name is Dreamer, but he only has one dream in his life...

Even higher aspirations are a luxury.

How can he satisfy her?

He has done it.

It's very simple, but it's also actually quite difficult.

The girl's only dream in her life was finally revealed, but only one person could know it.

This person is her dream.

A dreamer has only one dream in his life, and only one dream is realized.

How ironic!

However, people often say that contentment brings happiness, and it seems that they are right, isn't it?

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PS: For a better reading experience, it is recommended to listen to "Charming NO.34" by Mr. T who cannot hear.

This is a room decorated in a classical style, with the interior furnishings arranged in the style of the 19th century, giving it a touch of artistic flair.

Strangely, all the curtains in the room were tightly drawn, making it completely dark.

In the shadows, a hand placed the stylus of a phonograph onto the record...

The music began to play softly as the record spun.

A woman with short black hair danced gracefully in the empty living room as the music played.

With her eyes slightly closed and her arms outstretched, she completed one graceful dance step after another.

We all subconsciously treat this kind of dance music as a form of enjoyment, and this lady probably does too, right?

But no one knew that her dance steps were precisely to fill the emptiness in her heart.

Beneath the expressionless mask lies a heart as black as a hole...

As she danced, the door was slowly pushed open.

A woman with long silver hair and another woman with long black hair walked into the room through the open door.

But the dancers seemed indifferent to the sudden commotion, continuing their dance in the darkness.

The two had just entered the room and found the sofa in the living room. Without paying attention to the dancers' movements, they sat down.

A woman with long black hair took a swig from a bottle of vodka and then slammed the bottle on the table.

"Are those guys from Griffin even capable? How come they don't have a single clue yet?"

She crossed her legs, her face full of anger.

"And you, Disruptor, can you stop jumping around? You're the best at information gathering in Ironblood."

She turned her anger towards the dancers.

But the dancer labeled the "interference" continued her movements, seemingly oblivious to the other's reprimand.

"Tsk."

She could only lean back on the sofa with a disgruntled expression.

"Alchemist, what would you like to say?!"

She spoke to the silver-haired woman beside her.

But the other person also leaned back on the sofa, only the threatening smile that had been on their face was now very stiff.

The alchemist said slowly, "Alright, executioner. I never intended to count on Griffin's brats anyway. They can't even find their own superiors. What use are they?"

At that moment, another white-haired woman came down the spiral staircase inside the house, holding a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Griffin’s humanoids, agents, dreamers, and even Paradis’s Heneto have all disappeared. There’s not a single clue to be found.”

The metrologist, holding a cup of coffee, sat down on the sofa.

"Tsk, what a hassle..."

Starting a few months ago, Griffin, including their Ironblood dolls, began to mysteriously disappear one after another, with no clues whatsoever, as if they had vanished into thin air.

Logically speaking, the missing persons are Griffin's own people, so they shouldn't be helpless in this regard.

Moreover, now that Ironblood Works has also moved into Griffin, it would be strange if people didn't suspect something after they arrived.

Not only Griffin, but even the Ironbloods themselves, including Heneto, have mysteriously disappeared...

So, what are your thoughts?

The executioner picked up the bottle of vodka and took another gulp.

"Griffin has no leads, we're even more passive than them..."

The phonograph reached its end, and the disruptor stopped dancing, staring blankly at the empty space.

The atmosphere in the living room was very heavy; no one could be happy at that moment.

Just as everyone was speechless and about to remain in a daze, the sound of a door being broken down came from the second floor.

The architect rushed out of his dormitory, jumped over the second-floor handrail, and landed on the first floor.

"I heard you talking about the Commander? Has the Commander returned?"

The architect's eyes lit up with excitement as he gazed at the group of people sitting quietly in the living room.

But no one answered her.

......

After a long pause, the measurement officer, who could no longer bear to watch, slowly said, "No, we just happened to be talking about this."

......

The architect's smile froze on his face.

He then slumped down next to the metrologist.

"What? I thought the Commander had returned..."

The initial excitement vanished, but everyone present knew that they had already changed doors several times because of this.

Each time, the architect thought the commander had returned, and she would excitedly break down the door and jump from the second floor to the first floor, but each time the news disappointed her greatly.

No one was used to this kind of life.

Arriving in Griffin, even the only source of fun disappeared...

They really want to storm into Griffin headquarters and get to the bottom of things, but they have no reason to do so, and their strength may not allow it.

Moreover, of the two Nieto dogs that were as loyal as dogs, one had disappeared, leaving only the white Nieto sitting alone in the room, and he hardly ever went out except for routine maintenance.

The only thing everyone can do every day, besides routine maintenance, is stare blankly at the ring on their hand.

Meanwhile, the person in question is lying in bed, completely unaware of all this...

Now, the only difference in the living room is that there's one more person; the atmosphere has returned to an eerie, deathly silence.

For some reason, at this moment, everyone thought of a song.

That was a song their commander sang to them while they were in some ruins...

"When we were defeated, our blades lay on the ground,"

"When even our heroes are slaughtered..."

"I will shoulder a heavy responsibility,"

"On the icy plains where suffering reigns."

"In despair,"

"On the vast, scorched earth where snow and blood mingled."

"When our beliefs also vanish..."

"This time, all we know is death..."

Although the situation wasn't as dire as described in the song, their mood was probably as somber as the song's overall tone...

Perhaps this song resonated with them.

This is what their commander taught them...

"When every blade falls down defeated."

I don't know who sang this lyric.

It seems like it's started...

"When our own champions are slain."

The other person then continued the conversation, following her voice.

And so on...

Little by little, the past flashed before everyone's eyes like a revolving lantern.

The person who was interfering suddenly felt their breathing become heavy.

She bent down, covered her mouth, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Beneath the mask lies an empty heart...

"WHen our faith is gone..."

"And in this time, death is all we know..."

A familiar melody echoed in the living room...

What started as solo singing, with each person singing one line, gradually evolved into a chorus.

This song was the only thing that could give them something to talk about.

Besides this ring, what else could possibly bind them together?

Even if one of them has vanished without a trace...

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P.S.: I recommend listening to "Lonely & Free" by Cobby Costa for a better reading experience (just once, no need to repeat).

After returning from the rooftop, the two went back to their bedroom to sleep.

The dreamer became extremely tired, and stared blankly at the second ring on her hand for a long time.

Luo Fan understood, of course, and didn't ask any more questions. He took the Dreamer to the dormitory of the fusion forces next door and arranged for him to stay in a still empty room.

Luo Fan originally planned to go to bed later, but the Dreamer insisted on staying.

There was nothing she could do; she couldn't persuade the other person otherwise, so she ended up in bed with the dreamer.

After settling in, the dreamer behaved himself and didn't make any more wicked jokes, except...

She held Luo Fan's hand the whole time, never letting go.

Luo Fan gently kneaded the Dreamer's little hand, like a tiny plush toy.

Unfortunately, he had no idea how miserable the girls on the other side were while he was enjoying life here.

Suddenly, the dreamer leaned towards him and buried his head in his chest.

Luo Fan followed the other's movements, pulling him into his arms and holding him tightly, as if afraid that the other might slip away from his embrace if he wasn't careful.

Dreamers seem to be terrified of everything in the outside world, wanting only to bury their faces deeper.

A few minutes later, Luo Fan felt a warm sensation on his chest...