American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 171 Return
Going berserk?
Why is this the case?
Baling didn't understand that the sleeping entity, like a vegetable without self-awareness, was incapable of causing trouble.

But Alessa said that it all had to do with him.

After Baling left, and before Alessa woke up.

Because it absorbed faith from the outside world, and autonomously absorbed the dark power of Silent Hill, the dark power of its main body is increasing wildly! Increasing dramatically! Increasing rapidly!

The permissions they acquired also increased, even surpassing those of Alessa.

Because a soul already resides within the body, and the physical form grows increasingly powerful, an extremely instinctive consciousness is born.

It is ignorant and less intelligent than a toddler, yet it can control its body's movements.

Children who possess strength but are not mentally mature can often cause greater harm than adults.

Because children are more likely to do whatever they want and release their energy without restraint.

While Alessa sleeps, every time the time in the Otherworld arrives, the monsters will face a catastrophe.

Stomped flat like an ant, tossed into a mouth and mashed up as a snack, shattered by an attack of unknown range...

Whether it's the former leader Pyramid Head or other heavily modified monsters, they can't escape the fate of being crushed.

Aside from Alessa, she will not be actively attacked by the Scarecrow itself. However, when faced with some large-scale attacks, even if the Scarecrow itself is unintentional, Alessa will still be affected by the aftershocks.

Because such a being has already undergone a complete transformation and abnormal development.

Silent Hill, the world outside, daytime.

The wind howled and dark clouds covered the sun.

Clusters of flames burned within the dark, heavy clouds.

Boiling rain poured down, and white steam rose from the ground.

Baling followed Alessa and quietly climbed to the rooftop to secretly observe the walking behemoth.

The behemoth was hundreds of feet tall, mostly made of straw, with a withered and emaciated body. It had jet-black crow wings on its back, and white bone spurs protruding from its spine that extended to the end, forming a long tail with distinct joints.

"This is me?" Baling squinted, staring in shock at his gigantic form.

“That’s right. That’s who you are now.” Alessa nodded in affirmation.

"What did he eat? How did he develop even more abnormally than me!" Baling felt unbalanced; his true form was that of a lazy winner, reaping the benefits without lifting a finger.

"The answer to that question is probably something you have to ask yourself. The power of Silent Hill alone isn't enough to make him this strong." Alessa's gaze...
The accumulation of talents, the absorption of faith, and the plundering of Silent Hill's authority.

The convergence of numerous factors results not in a simple addition of one, but in an exponential increase.

In particular, the main body possesses a larger proportion of the soul, and the abilities developed by the body from the talents gained through devouring are no less than those of Baling, and may even be stronger.

A strong physical body nourishes and feeds back into the soul, and even the newly formed consciousness becomes stronger.

This led to an awkward situation: the consciousness of Baling Shanmian's avatar might not be as strong as that of the original body.

That's the magic of numbers!

……

"So you should have come back sooner. I don't have much authority left, and once I lose even that last bit, we will be powerless to fight against your true form."

Aresa looked dejected; clearly, she couldn't find a good solution either.

"Right now, all I can do is send you out. Let's wait for a new opportunity. If you stay here for too long, you'll be discovered sooner or later. Then, it won't be easy for you to leave."

“Before, when you wanted to come in, it was a lot of work for me to find an opportunity to bring you in.”

"You know, it instinctively rejects your return. Perhaps it's not smart enough, thinking it doesn't have a sure chance of winning, so it doesn't want you to come in. It's still afraid of you, but sooner or later it will realize it's stronger than you."

"At that time, you will be in danger."

"Because it is invincible within this space."

They had only just met when Aresa told Baling to leave as soon as possible and not to come back until a solution was found.

Who dares to claim invincibility? Who dares to claim invincibility? Baling does not believe that its hard-working self will be defeated by a lazy, opportunistic person.

"I avoid my own sharp edge! What a joke! During my time away, I never imagined that I would return in such a sorry state."

Baling refused without hesitation. A mere, mentally challenged newborn consciousness dared to cause trouble? utterly absurd, truly absurd!

"Don't worry, I will win." Baling's face showed a confidence that Aresa had never seen before, an absolute confidence.

“Alessa, you fear the terrifying power of my true form, but have you ever witnessed my full strength?”

Wuwuwu——!
The air raid siren sounded, a familiar sound.

Daylight faded quickly, revealing boundless darkness.

Baling looked down at Alessa, extended his palm, and dark red lines appeared on his handsome face: "Alessa, just leave everything to me."

Aresa smiled gently, placing her small hand on Baling's palm. "Then you'd better make the most of this; this is the last bit of authority you have left."

"I promise, because my dictionary only contains the word 'win, win, win'!"

Having personally devoured several demons, Baling's dark power was no joke; even he himself hadn't exerted his full strength in a long time.

Having received the last bit of authority from Alessa, Baling stored it within his body and refined it in an instant.

As long as the final authority is not taken away, there is still a chance.

The world fell into darkness.

A pair of house-sized, crimson eyes lit up, their burning gaze fixed intently on Baling's location.

"Roar--!"

Amidst a thunderous roar, a ball of molten lava appeared in the straw giant's gaping maw.

Immediately afterwards, a dark red beam of light shot out, turning all obstacles in its path to ashes. The beam of light, carrying destructive power, was determined to destroy Baling.

Baling's pupils contracted slightly, dark power surged out, energy circulated rapidly within his body, his body was like a furnace, and dark red flames ignited around him.

then.

Punch!

The enormous fist imprint solidified instantly, and with its domineering and fierce force, it directly bombarded and destroyed the dark red light cannon.

The two energies clashed and rubbed against each other, and the entire hospital at the foot of Baling was shattered and torn apart by the aftershocks of the leak. The extreme heat melted and vaporized the building, producing large swaths of billowing white mist that enveloped the entire area.

Rumble!
The shockwave leveled buildings within a radius of 100 meters, causing houses to collapse one by one and the earth to burst open with hideous cracks.

And this is just the beginning.

With the return of Baling's authority, a white-faced stick insect with six human arms as legs and a face like a pale mask suddenly emerged from the ground and flew to Baling's feet.

It waited patiently for its owner to return.

Baling understood its intentions and stepped onto the back of the white-faced stick insect. Then, an even more powerful dark force swept over it, and the white-faced stick insect underwent a dramatic transformation.

Its body suddenly swelled, its head became cone-shaped, its legs disappeared, flippers grew out, and its skin changed from pale yellow to black and white.

It was a giant killer whale!

It has transformed from an insectoid to a whaleoid.

Then, let's continue the fight!
……

In the distance, a group of monsters that are no longer keeping up with the version.

They were secretly observing the high-energy battle that was changing the very fabric of the world.

The former leader, Triangle Head, carrying a large machete, watched the battle, which was no longer something he could get involved in. Under his triangular helmet, the scarred face sighed, lamenting that time waits for no man.

"Back in the day, I was evenly matched with them, often the outcome was close," Pyramid Head reminisced about his youth, but the astonished monsters beside him immediately scoffed.
"Keep bragging! We know your own limitations. Do you even have the ability? You can't even fly."

(End of this chapter)