Dưới đây là bản dịch đã được sửa đổi để thay thế chính xác tên nhân vật thành Quân, đảm bảo cấu trúc xuống dòng, không dính chữ, không có tiếng Việt và không sử dụng dấu gạch ngang:
Janeus looked around, she could not focus her thoughts on a single point due to the continuous dispersion of consciousness.
Thinking was currently redundant, so reversing it, redundancy was sequential logic.
'From point A to B requires passing through C, where C is a cake, I am the candle, I am delicious, I am bitter, bitter is sweet.
Someone wants to put chocolate on the cake, translating to 25 meters of chocolate.
Set the family shrine room with 3 dimensional stone pillars, 1 dimension of soaring celebratory candles, the pillars are the fresh watching base, smooth and white, I am the most beautiful candle so I am 0, translating to a total of 25 different candles.
Therefore, the balloon is on the ceiling.
Assume that my candle will be blown out by the family, I understand the process of lighting and blowing the fire.
Someone wants to eat the cake before the party!! If they want to eat the cake, it will be the chocolate crowd, and the balloon will be where the bell rings.'
With this crooked logic, something that even a first grader would be smarter and better at thinking through, Janeus calculated the different possibilities for this case.
She tensed her muscles, revealing a highly charming yet muscular body, blue veins bulging all over her, her arms elongated slightly, and her fingernails turned razor sharp, like a sturdy knife, her hair changing from flowing like a silk ribbon into a bush of thorn honey.
Physical strength.
Speed.
Observation capability.
Judgment capability.
Janeus dashed straight toward the buildings, she ran like a wild beast, if anyone blocked her path, she would jump onto their heads and use them as a springboard.
Just like that, the princess turned into a monster and ran like a lunatic.
But... was she not heading toward the place she initially confirmed? That was clearly a retreat.
The further she ran, the more her mind gradually returned to normal, she slowly saw colors again, and then she saw, on the people who were slaughtering one another, a greyish thread was tied to their brains.
...
Clunk!
The train cabin door opened, and Ron and Quân gently stepped down.
Ron looked at the magnificent city of Pegasus with a perfectly calm face, where before his eyes lay a sky of indulgence and luxury.
Naturally, the saying flowers for the rich, tears for the poor existed because of this as an immutable law.
What about Quân? He collapsed to the ground, his legs completely weak, making it difficult to walk any further.
Quân looked at Ron, his gaze filled with chaos, quietly asking Ron in a whisper.
"Y-You.
T-The plan?"
"What is the matter?"
Ron asked, then extended his hand for Quân to reach, but Quân never wanted to touch that hand, he, he...
Quân looked at Ron, a tear about to burst in his eyes, Ron looked down at Quân's legs, even in the darkness, the wetness soaking through Quân's pants could not be hidden.
Quân's hands trembled violently, leaving him unable to support his body any longer, following the momentum to lie down and cover his head with his hands.
Ron seemed exactly like a statue, his entire body except for his eyes seemed to stand still. Everything seemed to turn to stone together, the air as thick as a layer of cement crushing Quân, making him like a fragile small branch before a storm.
"What is wrong? Quân?"
Ron asked caringly, contrary to his initial indifference, but next, Ron gently knelt down and reached his hand toward Quân, like someone reaching for a child, yet the child was too stubborn, wanting to flee from that person but unable to.
"Do not be so terrified, this is not yet the worst thing in your life, because, this is what you should do, remember it, they attacked us first, everything we did was merely to protect ourselves.
You know, I see it, but I have no knowledge of it, and without knowledge, is that a crime?
Do not think the way you are thinking, because you did nothing at all, they, they deserved to die. You did not fight back, nor did you break any law, you and I, both of us are innocent, you are not the perpetrator, let alone... the accomplice."
Ron gently wrapped his arm around Quân's neck, and then hugged him to his chest, trying to calm him down, even though his hand was still holding an axe. Despite the alarm blaring from long ago, when the red light blanketed this place, they were still embracing each other. Ignoring the blood drenched train car right behind Quân.
At 20:00 on December 30, 2995.
Black Dark Lord Jinlus, the master of the One Line headquarters arrived.
...
/Operation: ???/
"AHH-HAHAHAHAHAH"
Parties directly participating in the battle: 3.
"D-DOG S—S-SHIT"
Personnel deployed: 60.
"GAHHHHH"
Casualties from 19:00 to 21:00: 54.
"?????????"
Anomaly level:
Occult Level 10.
"At 21:10, two Black Dark Lords... have arrived."
Recommendation:
Evacuate the entire population of Pegasus.
END OF PART 2 VOL 1 :A LIGHT WARM UP.