CH 88

[Holy water sprinkled over the corpse frozen to a cross.

The clear liquid hissed as it hit the charred remains.

Karina was expecting the corpse to completely melt away after a while.

However, in the blink of an eye, those pitted areas quickly reformed.

“No, wuuwuuu, nooo…”

The tear ducts in Karina’s eyes had long dried up, all she could do was wail uncomfortably.

The corpse entombed in the dark ruins recovered to its nauseating completeness.

Everything they did failed, the demon couldn’t be eradicated, all their sacrifices were a joke…

“Jiejiejie—How should I put it? I’m a little upset.”

A blond-haired man with a frightfully charred face suddenly appeared behind Karina.

“Shouldn’t you respect the dead? It’s so rude to mess with my body like this, tsk.”

“Morris… Oh, it’s all over, augghhhh!!!”

With a face full of despair and dread, Karina completely collapsed to her knees, her beating heart being dug out of her chest by the demon at her back.

“It’s over … everything …”

Eyes completely out of focus, Karina choked up blood, silently passing away.

A great journalist who had worked hard for the world died in this dark, underground ruin, forgotten by time.

Dropping the lively beating heart to the ground, Morris laughed sardonically “Hahahah! No, you’re wrong, everything’s not over-“

“On the contrary, it’s all just beginning.”

Didn’t I say it earlier? This is an endless nightmare. 】

——From《Nightmare 2》

Inside the villa, the screams and roars disappeared instantly.

Instead, there was deafening silence.

Zhou Yu was grabbed by the white-haired man behind him and pushed in front of the crowd, becoming the focus of everyone’s gaze. Although it made him a little uncomfortable, he was more concerned about Morris.

He was thinking about how to explain everything to Morris, but got dragged out by the white-haired man, facing Morris’s sapphire eyes.

The dark-haired and green-eyed boy looked at Morris’s dark face, and twitched his lips awkwardly, muttering, “Sorry, Morris… I got here by accident…”

Sure enough, he was a burden. Morris’s plan got ruined because of him.

Would Morris blame him for being useless?

Morris looked at the friend he cared about most, and for a moment didn’t know what to say—he was afraid that when he spoke, Zhou Yu would look at him like he was an abomination.

The crazy possessiveness in his heart and the ebb and flow of anxiety prevented Morris from speaking a word, even if it was just saying hello.

He certainly knew what his Zhou Yu was talking about—he felt guilty about breaking the promise he made in the morning.

But his Zhou Yu didn’t need to feel guilty at all. He was the one who was sorry.

It was he who deceived Zhou Yu and refused to tell him the truth about everything; he was the one who kept his best friend in the dark.

He was so despicable.

In comparison, his Zhou Yu was truly a kind angel.

In fact, Morris was very clear on the fact that Zhou Yu wasn’t superficial to the point of being obsessed with appearances.

But… would Zhou Yu care about his newer, ghastly form?

Such an appearance made even himself feel sick…

Zhou Yu…would he leave?

In turmoil, Morris couldn’t help taking a step backwards, and didn’t dare face the bright-eyed Zhou Yu.

Unlike the tangled emotions of Morris and Zhou Yu, the reincarnators sitting to the side were very puzzled.

Zhou Yu’s unexpected response to seeing Morris threw everyone at the scene for a loop, especially Al, who planned for everything.

Al nervously looked at the increasingly gloomy BOSS Morris.

However, there was no turning back at this point[1], so he pushed the dark-haired boy once again, and pressed, “It was he and the other boy that deceived and helped Emily trap you.”

“We hope you can see our repentance…”

Then, Al looked up at the BOSS who was just standing there.

This time, he saw the expression he was waiting for—one of someone stunned to anger—but that fury didn’t seem to be aimed at Zhou Yu, the scapegoat, but rather at himself.

“You—you! How dare you touch him!!!”

The storm that had been slowly brewing in Morris’s eyes erupted instantaneously, his trembling voice filled with endless resentment and rage.

A groaning Zhou Yu had been shoved so suddenly by the white-haired man behind him that he fell forward, knocking his forehead against the blood-stained stair railing beside him.

Ah, I got distracted and forgot that there were so many people behind me…

Zhou Yu, holding on to the railing, was pulling himself up when he realized that Morris, who had been standing on the stairs not far away, was already floating in midair.

The world around him began to shatter, replaced by another, old and horrible image.

Everything distorted and twisted, dropping everyone around into hell on earth—-everyone except Zhou Yu that is.

Crackk!!!

The entire staircase and house began to collapse; the corridor on the second floor barely maintained its balance.

Morris saw the friend he was afraid to touch get bullied, but the depression he was feeling was to explode; he was already in a frenzied state of mind due to fury, and now even his rational was about to crumble beyond repair.

There was only one thought in his head. All the bastards that dared touch Zhou Yu needed to die.

The interior of the ruby-smeared villa was being affected by the dreamstate owner’s wrath—all space farther than the end of the corridor on the second floor was completely annihilated, leaving only a black void.

All matter entering this void was devoured.

In the only corridor left on the second floor, the erosion of the walls and floors spread at a rapid speed, the originally bright and beautiful wallpaper quickly fading until an unknown black mass engulfed the entire hallway.

The bright light overhead also dimmed, flickering a couple times, while a hair-raising aura filled the remaining space.

The blood on the floor swam like it was alive, dissolving everything it touched.

“Aaauhhhhhhhhh!!”

The middle-aged man who was crouched in the corner got swallowed first, and the agonized keening lasted for half a minute, hinting at what painful fate awaited the unlucky fellows that landed in the crimson pool.

“This … what the hell is going on?”

Noting the destruction occurring in front of him, Al’s usually indifferent expression quickly cracked into horror and dread.

This was completely different from his original plan.

Shouldn’t Morris be too busy getting excited while achieving some of his revenge, leaving them to have some breathing room?

Why did it seem that…the BOSS… was even more pissed?

And why did the target of that ire seem to be their group!?

“Auggh-! Captain! Let’s go!”

The redhead mage Milo had far lighter armor than the others in her group. One of her arms got corrupted by the malignant erosion falling from the ceiling, to the point of huge lumps of her flesh sloughing off while she choked in pain.

But she was more worried about the captain, so she didn’t run away immediately, instead pulling his hand and pointing out the danger.

Zhou Yu stood up and curiously side-stepped the red liquid on the ground before craning his head upwards and gazing at the frenzied spirit above. “Morris, I’m fine.”

Floating in midair, Morris emitted a dark aura and fixated on his beloved Zhou Yu.

“You’re… fine …”

Morris’s blue eyes flickered. The next moment, as if it was an afterthought, he waved his hand over his face, obscuring it with the shadowy mist that surrounded his vicinity.

Zhou Yu froze after seeing that, understanding why immediately afterwards. He couldn’t help feeling a just a little bit bitter

This is someone who shines more brilliantly than the sun.

The dark-haired and green-eyed boy stood in front of the furious demon, slowly extended his arms, and chirped with a smile: “Aren’t you going to hug me?”

Before all this happened, they were best friends.

They often embraced each other as a testimony to their friendship.

It was also evidence of his immoral thoughts…

Zhou Yu’s emerald pupils glimmered and then dimmed in love and self-derision respectively.

Compared to Morris, who saw him as a friend, he was shameless.

Al knit his eyebrows at the native who could stand in front of the BOSS with no repercussions. His frown was nearly twisted into a sailor’s knot.

He really didn’t understand what went wrong.

There were only a few six people left in their current team. Those circumstances and this dangerous situation practically spelled out annihilation. More importantly, they had nowhere to escape to. 

The space outside the corridor on the second floor had been completely engulfed by void at this point. Black liquid covered the hallway in all directions, and even the floor underneath began to melt.

“Captain! Look! That, that native …”

Struggling to push back against the black liquid and blood that flooded the team, Milo accidentally glanced back in the BOSS’s direction and was stunned to silence.

Ahead, the BOSS dove to the floor, stalking towards the dark-haired native who hadn’t had any stock in her attention until now.

And that native actually had the nerve to reach out to touch the BOSS’s obscured face.

“Is he looking for death?”

Milo cast a huge, transparent magic shield in order to protect everyone, and then walked back to the captain in relief.

Al switched out the mechanical arm that was a little steamy due to the high-powered assault mode and muttered uncertainly: “No, this situation isn’t right …”

Zhou Yu studied the person in front of him and asserted: “I want to see your face; no matter what you look like, you’re still my best friend.”

You will always be my favorite person, although you may not know why.

Morris’s exposed sapphire irises were murky; his voice was as hoarse as before, but instead of the tone that had been pregnant with tyranny, it was full of unnoticed love and petulance.

“But it’s ugly.”

“Even so, I’m not friends with you just because you look good.” The dark-haired and green-eyed youth gently furrowed his brows and reached out to stroke the face that was hidden behind black mist. 

The boy’s pale, slender fingers tenderly cradled the uneven, scarred lumps that remained from his friend’s murder.

Morris felt the warm fingers of his loved one walking lovingly on his ugly features, realizing that the touch cooled the boiling rage he had felt until just a second earlier and bringing rise to another emotion.

He was so stupid before, he’d been just been resentfully complaining about it, afraid to face his irreparable changes.

He would even go so far as to darkly speculate about his friend, suspecting that Zhou Yu would abandon him just like everyone else.

He suppressed the inferiority he felt deep in his heart, afraid to confess the truth of this entire matter to Zhou Yu

Even with this ugly and weak self, he’s still willing to forgive me…

An emotion unusual to Morris crept into his soul—one called “love”.

Ha, what qualifications did he have. Morris scoffed at himself internally.

Then Zhou Yu held Morris’s cheek and kissed him.

Although judging by the etiquette of this country, a kiss on the cheek wasn’t a big deal. But for Zhou Yu, who had other thoughts on the matter, the kiss took up all the courage he had.

He got depressed when he saw Morris’s inferiority complex, and wanted to do something.

For the person in question, he got dropped into listlessness the moment Zhou Yu’s lips met his skin.

He now only had one thought occupying his mind, that being his friend’s sweet energy.

It had a sugary smell that no one else possessed, the smell of his friend’s soul.

“If I’m reading this correctly … are they kissing?”

A thin, weak-looking reincarnator blurted out with disbelief; the volume he spoke at was not quiet, it was especially noticeable with the villa’s constant disintegration.

“Shut up!”

Al whirled around and fiercely glared at the loose-lipped guy, palms dripping with cold sweat.

Looking at the intimate behavior between the native and the BOSS, what exactly needed to be explained?!

They! Very clearly! Poked the hornet’s nest!

Shit! Nowhere in the plot did it mention the BOSS’s atypical sexual orientation!

The usually abnormally calm leader of one of the top 5 teams in the main world couldn’t help but swear repeatedly.

Now that they’d messed with the BOSS’s lover, how could they possibly get out of this place alive?

At first, Al was going to take advantage of the atmosphere between the native and the BOSS and order the group to slowly slip away.

“You want to get us killed, don’t you?”

Hissing at the thin individual, Al immediately turned back around, hoping that they hadn’t been noticed.

However, unfortunately, the entangled BOSS had broken free of his native lover’s trance and was currently glaring petrifying daggers at them.

“You—your life is mine.”

Unlike the jeering tone it had previously, the voice of the most famous last BOSS in horror-film history was now so cold that it could freeze people into icicles.

If you dared to touch him, you must be prepared to face the consequences.