I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 543 Extra: Fish [Dark Chapter]
The dilapidated circus tent, the sparse audience, and the terrifying screams filling the air. Dark red blood flowed everywhere, slowly congealing, and a pair of small, blood-red feet could be vaguely seen walking step by step toward the door.

The boy had beautiful, tousled blond hair and a pair of clear, bright blue eyes, like the clear blue sea and sky, but they were gradually stained with dirt and grime, becoming shrouded in gloom.

He was dressed in a clown-like costume, brightly colored and extremely exaggerated, giving him a very comical appearance. His delicate, youthful face, however, was remarkably clean and untouched by any graffiti.

However, his clothes were covered in a large patch of blood, obscuring their original color, and he walked barefoot on the ground, leaving bloody footprints.

He wandered aimlessly down the street, carrying a tattered clown doll in one hand, accompanied by silence and loneliness, as if rejected by the whole world.

"May I buy a loaf of bread?" He walked up to a bread stall, looked up at the owner, and asked softly.

But what he was met with was a sharp scream and the pain of being repeatedly hit on the body with a stick. His face was pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. Even though the pain was unbearable, he still stood there and did not run away.

He said, "Can you sell me a piece of bread?"

"roll!"

The boy's lips moved, and his azure eyes gradually dimmed, like the despair that follows the loss of hope; the light he longed for would never belong to him.

"I'm so hungry, can you sell me a piece of bread?" the boy pleaded softly.

In the end, he got nothing, and the owner simply closed down the shop.

He was really hungry.

The circus owner only fed him one rotten meal a day and whipped him daily; he barely managed to escape.

original……

Outside the darkness, there was still darkness.

It turns out there was never any light outside. He had simply moved from one darker place to an even darker one.

The boy hugged the clown doll tightly to his chest, as if trying to draw warmth from it. He turned away forlornly and walked step by step toward the circus.

If there is no light even in the outside world he longs for, then he might as well return to the abyss, for that is the only place that is most suitable for him, the only place that is most suitable for this ugly and filthy creature.

"I'm terrified, it'll burn me." He huddled in a dark corner, clutching the clown doll tightly to his chest, his azure eyes lifeless and cold, devoid of any emotion.

Not far from him lay incomplete corpses, their limbs scattered everywhere, making it impossible to tell whose they were.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The boy's delicate and youthful face was very cute, but this strange smile made it look very eerie and terrifying.

He slowly stood up, casually tossing aside the clown doll in his arms. One of the doll's eyes was missing, and its head was tilted, revealing some cotton wool of indistinguishable color.

“It’s broken, I don’t need it anymore,” he said casually.

The woman bound in the other corner roared, "Fisch! You'll die a horrible death!"

Her once beautiful face is now nothing short of horrifying. Where her eyes used to be, there are now only two holes. Her eyes have been gouged out, and not far from her, one of them has even been crushed.

Her face was covered in blood and pockmarks from numerous knife cuts; her clothes were tattered; her hands and feet had been chopped off, and blood was gushing out.

She wasn't dead yet, but she was close to it, as the loss of blood was making her weaker.

"Stay in hell with me. I don't need the light anymore." Fish tilted his head, looking at his 'creation,' a knowing smile playing on his lips, but his azure eyes were filled with a dark and crazed bloodlust. That day, he finally closed the windows and doors, completely rejecting the light.

From then on, Fisch became the clown he hated most, and he could no longer distinguish whether he was the clown or Fisch. He stubbornly kept the two sides separate, playing Fisch and the clown, indulging his desires in a daze.

Until that day, when he was teasing others on a whim as usual, he discovered an interesting little fellow.

original……

His brilliance came a little late.

He was still yearning for redemption, so when he saw the hand reaching out to him, he didn't hesitate to reach out to it.

That day, he saw the light.

A blinding white light mixed with a touch of holy gold appeared behind her, dividing the darkness he was in into two completely different spaces.

The light wasn't as scorching as he had imagined, and it wouldn't burn him. It was just that because he had once longed for it but couldn't have it, he told himself that it would burn him and told himself not to pray for the light anymore.

He would not resent the past. If all the pain and suffering he had endured were for the sake of redemption in this moment, then he was willing to bow his head and accept it all.

This dark world will eventually be illuminated by light, just as the darkest era was able to develop to its current state only after being infused with new light. So the current darkness is only temporary. They have never been abandoned; it's just that salvation will come a little later.

Born into royalty, he was cruelly betrayed by a conspiracy, transforming from a noble prince into a prisoner. That day, he stepped into darkness, slowly succumbing to its clutches.

I once thought he was standing at the bottom of an abyss, looking up at a light he couldn't touch or even see. But then I realized that the light had always been there, and he was never in the abyss. He was just locked in a cage covered with a black cloth.

When the key unlocked the chains, he regained his freedom.

At this moment, he will no longer need to play anyone; he is now free.

The wind blew the curtains, lifting them up, and sunlight streamed through the window onto the clean and tidy desk.

A cluster of bright red clover bloomed exquisitely, and a blood-red petal slowly fell.

There was only a folded piece of paper on the table. As a gentle breeze blew, it was lifted up, slowly unfolded, and fluttered in the air like a butterfly taking flight...

A slender, fair hand reached out and gently caught it.

The man had dazzling blond hair, a handsome face with a slightly frivolous smile, and slightly upturned blue eyes. Beneath his alluring charm lay indifference and a mad, bloodthirsty nature.

He glanced casually at the piece of paper in his hand, his gentle, deep voice like a lover's whisper, leaving room for endless imagination, "It's no longer needed."

He opened the drawer and put the paper inside. He could only vaguely make out the words written on it: "[I gaze upon his handsome, flawless face, and love those eyes that, like the azure sea and sky, hold a hidden, turbulent depth...]"
The representative flower of Fischl: the clematis.

I'm lacking inspiration for a hymn; I'll leave it for now.

Fish's appearance is based on the prince on a white horse in fairy tales, and he himself is a prince, but fate has turned him into a clown, but his inherent nobility has never changed.

In my eyes, no matter what he becomes, he will always be the most beautiful prince charming in every girl's fantasy, especially after he has been redeemed.

(End of this chapter)