CH 80

[A small, two-storey building with a fairly elegant exterior sat in darkness.

Due to a lack of upkeep, it was nearly run-down into the foundations; foreboding drenched the area where it laid in land barren of life and light.

Karina, who had her silky blond hair up into a ponytail, walked into this abandoned manor, scrounging up any clues she could.

Soon, she discovered a notebook with torn out pages in a bedroom on the first floor.

Due to the stains and smudges on the paper, Karina could only vaguely discern the remaining text.

Judging from the hints of lunacy in-between the words, this was a diary that belonged to a devout believer of theology.

The writer used many paragraphs to laud the brilliance of the gods, but not a lot of important information. Karina, who on a time-crunch, directly flipped to the last few pages of the notebook.

“I gave birth to God’s child. He will be the key to God’s return.”

Looking at the last sentence, Karina’s heartbeat hiked up in proportion to her heavy breaths.

Who is this child of God?

“!!!!!!”

Karina suddenly swung around and peered behind her, only to see a dirty white dress flashing past the half-open door.

Karina’s face tensed; she put the notebook in her pocket, and then approached the door with a flashlight.

There was no one there.

Karina held the light and swung it everywhere, she could only see furniture shrouded in white cloth, and the dirty floor.

Was she mistaken?

Karina pensively lowered the pistol in her tight grip, ready to return to the bedroom and continue searching for clues.

But she turned around and noticed a maroon-haired girl in white standing across from her.

The girl’s neck was abnormally twisted, the blood-stained head was lying on a shoulder that could barely support it, and dead eyes peeked out from greasy strings of hair.

“Kaa… Ka you, you–should not have come…”

Karina’s clear blue pupil tightened, and she whipped up her gun.

This isn’t Mary; this’s a monster.

Bang—!!!】

——From 《Nightmare》

Inside the villa on the edge of the town, a white-haired man rested in the living room while wiping down his firearm.

Sat beside him was a red-haired female.

“Captain, the basic tasks have been completed, what are we still doing here, isn’t it too dangerous?” Milo tilted her head with a confused look.

In her opinion, setting up camp in the stronghold of the sect that had incurred the BOSS’ wrath would only attract hatred value. [1]

The white-haired man took a sip of the coffee on the table nearby and advised, “Just call me Al in the future, the “Captain” title will raise the natives’ skepticism.”

“Really, people just like to call you Captain – Ok, ok, I know, Al.” Milo, who was acting playful, was glowered at by the white-haired man, and suddenly started pouting.

“For the answer to your question, all I can say is to analyze the behavior of the Lord God recently.” Captain Al raised an eyebrow and glanced at the Lord God watch on his wrist. [2]

“Uh, recently? Something’s changed?” Milo puzzledly inquired.

“The Lord God has become more and more frantic to steal all the resources from small worlds lately. Obviously, as one of the top five teams, the Lord God must have sent us to one of those closely-guarded dimensions.”

“This kind of thing has happened before, but that was for the first-ranked team.” Al ruffled Milo’s hair, his gaze holding a rare gentleness, “It was the group that helped us. The team with the best set of reincarnators. “

Milo thought of the incredibly powerful reincarnators, nodding in remembrance with a grin smeared on her face.

“The possibility that the Lord God is watching us right now can’t be ignored. If we can’t disturb the plot line and get as much power as it wants, then it’s very likely that it will manipulate the mission again.”

“With the Lord God’s ruthless reputation, it’s not impossible.”

“So, we need to stay here and scope out the situation before acting. If that doesn’t work, killing all the plot characters should also satisfy the Lord God.” Al looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows in the villa.

The drizzle was leaving water lines on the clear glass.

“Warren should have gone to the school to check the progress. When he comes back, we will choose people to take on advanced tasks. We’ll have to kill at least two plot characters. Otherwise, we won’t get enough energy, and the Lord God will punish us for it.”

Al massaged his throbbing temples, mumbling: “I hope that Warren’s all right. These tasks are really too difficult. God, I really want to crush the neck of the screenwriter who designed Morris! “

The atmosphere in the living room was very homely, the flames in the fireplace emitting a warm halo, everything quiet and peaceful.

***

Tap-tap-tap—

A tall man with an exaggerated musculature walked expressionlessly down a school hallway. Following behind was a middle-aged man with a mangled neck. [3]

Via the holographic map on the Lord God watch, he quickly arrived at the school’s main office, and smoothly broke into the dean’s personal station.

The holographic images projected on the watch constantly flashed the headshots and basic information of each student.

Burly Warren continued operating the Lord God watch, and enlarged the images of several of the students.

[Full Name: Karina Cleibel]

[Full Name: Johnny Joyce]

[Full Name: Zhou Yu]

[Full Name: Kenny Jessley]

[Full Name: Vincent Fergus]

[……]

Looking at the plot characters who were meant to die, Warren’s cold eyes noted down their respective address information.

Actually, there seemed to be a few people who were still alive, but they’d been expelled and were no longer recognized as students, so Warren was too lazy to check their addresses.

After inputting the directions into the watch and sharing it to the rest of the team, Warren grasped Samael’s Staff in the palm of his hand and walked out of the office. [4]

Zhou Yu walked to the door of the church and unfolded the umbrella in his hand.

The area behind him had returned to how it had been in recent years, ramshackle and falling apart. Any illusions of cleanliness and reconstruction had long dissipated.

As he glanced back at the place where the dark archway was hidden, a few waves of unwillingness rippled through Zhou Yu’s dark green eyes.

Although he could vaguely guess what was inside, he didn’t go in.

If Morris doesn’t want him to, then he wouldn’t deliberately go against his wishes.

He would wait until Morris was willing to tell him the truth on his own.

Holding the light blue umbrella and walking into the drizzle, Zhou Yu once again passed the unusually lush rose bushes.

The water drops on the petals fell off with the air resistance from Zhou Yu’s movements, and the rise became even more beautiful, like it was inlaid with clear pearls.

Zhou Yu picked a flower and whispered, “Thank you for the flowers, I liked receiving them.” The only reason I rejected you so harshly last time was because I didn’t know that you were the one giving them to me.

By now, he fully understood who the flower-sending stalker was.

If it’s Morris, I couldn’t care less that I’m being watched.

He waited for a reply, but only heard the smattering of continuous rain against the umbrella.

Zhou Yu’s emotions rarely showed on his face, but pointed observation would reveal that he was disappointed.

And where Zhou Yu couldn’t see, a scorched blond man covered his face silently, trying to hide the blush that was rapidly spreading-although he had forgotten that he was a ghost; no one could see him anyway. He could feel the heat on his scarred face.

His Zhou Yu just said that he’d always liked the flowers he sent!

He knew that roses were Zhou Yu’s favorite flower!

The spirit’s smile this time was different from the nightmarish horror, it was instead changed into  being convolutedly innocent.

Exiting the woods where the church was abandoned, Zhou Yu stopped a taxi on the side of the road by chance and no longer had to walk home—although the fare was a bit expensive.

The youth patted his flat wallet, then reached out and swept off the rain that had splashed on his face.

“Mate, the road in front of us isn’t very usable right now. I’ll take a detour to the town center. Any questions?” The driver looked at the muddy road ahead and reluctantly turned to ask Zhou Yu for his opinion. “We’ll have to detour by the manor, the road isn’t that far away.”

Zhou Yu’s gaze sparkled as he probed, “Will we pass close by the manor? I’ve never been there. If you can get closer and let me take a look from the car, then I have no complaints, mister.”

The driver hesitated, and said, “That … Well, let’s not, it’s haunted-I just have to go to the road around it, which is still a ways away from the building itself.”

“What if I add ten dollars?” That was all the money he had left.

If not, he could only wait until tomorrow when the weather cleared and walk there himself.

The driver heard the offer; his eyes lit up as he jumped on it. “Deal.”

Then, the driver immediately reversed the vehicle and turned onto an adjacent road.

That was fast.

Zhou Yu blinked and stared outside at the window at the trees that were constantly swishing past.

The time passed quickly. Zhou Yu dazedly watched the scenery until the outline of the villa rose from the edge of the woods.

It was a luxuriously decorated building, but the erosion of time and heavy weather caused the exterior to look a bit dated and behind the times.

“We’re here, and I’m not going any closer.” The driver stepped on the brakes, sighed, and turned to look at the villa.

Zhou Yu squeezed his schoolbag strap and inquired softly, “Why do people never talk about why they hate that place?”

The driver glanced at Zhou Yu with a bearded face marked by time: “I really shouldn’t tell you these things, but looking at your inquisitiveness, I’m afraid you might break in! Child, you are still young, don’t throw your life away for simple curiosity.”

Zhou Yu silently listened to the middle-aged driver’s badgering.

“I was only in my early twenties when it was built. I liked to come over and see it when I was free. I even fantasized about living there.” The driver’s eyes shone with nostalgia, “So I’m very familiar with this place, I even knew the owners. “

“They was a newly-married couple, beautiful young man and woman, a very good match. Although we’re very closed-off here, they still settled in well and gave birth to a child.”

“But the good times didn’t last long. They tragically died in the villa soon after. The officers who spearheaded the investigation reported that their bodies had nearly turned to ash. The child was gone as well, they said that the cradle had large bloodstains on it. “

“Since then, the children in the town have disappeared one after another, and the police can’t figure out why. Everyone says that the couple was unwilling to acknowledge their child’s death and are replacing it with other people’s.”

“The lost children were never found, however, a religious organization in the town called the Holy Sect entered the villa, purged the dead’s lingering grievances, and returned peace to the city. The Sect’s Archbishop still told people to stay away though, due to the fact that the spirits are so vengeful that all the Sect can do is suppress their anger. If someone broke in, something horrifying would happen. ”

Eyes filled with worship for the congregation, the driver sighed, “I also wanted to join the Holy Sect, but I didn’t have enough money for enrollment or the approval of God.

Zhou Yu frowned, impatient and disgusted.

Zhou Yu, who was shown the truth via the visions, naturally knew that the so-called “sect” was actually just a cult.

It was a sect where all believers would fall into hell of their own volition.

“There are no gods in this place.” There were only those who maliciously pretended to be gentle and omniscient, like Morris’ mother Emily.

The driver looked strangely at Zhou Yu and cautioned, “Although you’re still young, being so rebellious is far from a good thing.”

“Okay, you’ve seen enough, it’s time to go.” The driver put away the original gentleness and put on a stoic face. Before Zhou Yu could even protest, he’d already started the car and was driving away.

The sudden acceleration caused Zhou Yu to knock his head against the window.

He raised his head, emerald eyes so purely clear that it seemed that he could see through all sins.

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The author has something to say: I thank [11 people] ~ Thanks to the mines of little angels! thank you very much! Suddenly many mines are flattered! Do you love you ~

Thank you for your nutrition~

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Little Theater:

Spiritual world consciousness: (sharp eyes) Zaizai, Dad feels something is a little strange, why are you suddenly depicted with hair?

Morris: (Empty) Because I already have hair.

Spiritual world consciousness: (Old father’s kind smile. Jpg) Child, you are still too young, it must be because the author suddenly found that he should not be bald.

Future world consciousness: (Expressionless) Isn’t he burnt? Where’s the hair?

Spirituality and Morris: …

Morris: (put the author on the grill) Let the author answer the question.

Author: yingyingying, I explain, I have to explain! Because he grew hair! That’s right! Burnt can also grow hair! Trust me! I only held down Newton’s coffin a few days ago, no matter how many! (Stormy crying.jpg)

Nightmare World Consciousness: (Smile) Is it just me that looks ugly with or without hair? Huh? Why are you all staring at me like this?