American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 173 Past Events

A giant with a body a hundred feet tall and a man eight feet tall stood on opposite sides of the sky.

Between them, only the slow flapping of their jet-black raven wings on their backs was visible.

What happened?
What are they doing?
The two, with their eyes of different sizes, looked at each other, but instead of attacking or fighting, they floated quietly.

Could it be that this is a battle invisible to the naked eye, like a Stand user's Stand battle that ordinary people can't see?

The wind blew and the clouds moved; the environment at high altitude was very cold, but the two still did not move.

Just watching quietly... just watching.

However, in another world, an incredibly fierce battle had already begun.

……

"Caw! You dare to challenge the gods? You've already met your doom!"

The straw giant descended from the sky in fury, and with a punch as powerful as a falling meteorite, smashed the little man flying in the air into a bloody pulp.

It was as easy as swatting a pesky mosquito.

"Hey! Useless thing, dying by my hand is your greatest honor."

The enormous foot stomped down hard, and the Baling little people on the ground, who were charging forward like madmen with strange howls, instantly turned into pieces of paper.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

Uprooting a giant tree from the ground, the straw giant squatted down and smashed the Baling little man that emerged from the ground again and again.

At that moment, it felt amazing, the most powerful.

"Kill you all, and I'll be the only one left! Hehehe..."

With a silly grin, wherever the straw giant went, all the little people of Baling who saw it could not escape its fate.

Is it really that strong?

Unfortunately, everything about the straw giant was seen by a single pair of eyes.

The source of our gaze is—the sun.

As the straw man continued searching for the Baling man, he was completely unaware that the sun in this world had a blurry human face.

The consciousness of newborns is too primitive, and their intelligence is lacking.

Little did it know, it had already fallen into the trap set by Baling—a dream filled with beautiful illusions.

The power of dreams had already been quietly activated during the battle.

The truth and falsehood are not something a person lacking intelligence can discern.

Those who cannot distinguish between reality and illusion will forever remain lost in their dreams.

Gazing at the silly yet joyful straw giant in his dream, Baling's eyes rippled with blue light, making the dream even harder to wake from.

To the outside world, Baling's unfocused pupils regained their luster.

He is back.

In an instant, its wings flapped violently, and Baling's figure flashed, bursting through the straw giant's chest.

The enormous golden heart was pierced by Baling's hand, and golden blood flowed out, as the power of the same origin was absorbed into his body.

Baling's size is expanding rapidly, while the straw giant is deflating and shrinking.

With one increase and one decrease, the power is surging!

After a long time.

A dried-up giant's remains fell to the ground and then gradually dissipated into fragments.

A tall man, ten feet tall, stood up from the rubble. Although he was not a giant, his strength was absolutely terrifying.

Having absorbed most of the dark power, Baling instantly refined the newly formed consciousness of his former self. Then, the benevolent avatar merged with the original body.

He has achieved his goal.

It's not a simple addition and subtraction of one plus one, but a multiplication that's even more powerful than two times two! He also controls the Silent Hill, but unlike before, he is no longer the manager of this alternate dimension, but has become the absolute ruler.

He controlled Silent Hill, not the other way around.

Baling is unrestrained and people can come and go freely.

Just like the demon who came and went freely back then, Baling has also grown to this level, and may even surpass that unknown demon.

"you win."

Aresa walked slowly towards them, her youthful face bearing complex emotions.

In his obsidian-like eyes, there was a hint of surprise, a hint of joy, and a hint of... deep loneliness.

Time has passed, and in just a few years, Baling has transformed from a little scarecrow into a formidable demon who would be considered a top-tier monster even in hell.

"I will live up to your expectations!" Baling smiled calmly, then took Alessa's hand, and in the next instant, the two of them appeared in front of a stone gate. "Let's go and take a look outside."

Lost Lake Grand Theatre.

After the strange phenomenon disappeared, a door-shaped mark on the stage ceiling suddenly lit up, then turned from an illusion to a solid one, forming the doorway to the passage.

Mist billowed out of the passage.

Baling and Alessa's figures slowly descended from the gate.

The grand theater here has been covered by the space of Silent Hill, and Alessa, who lives in Silent Hill, can also have a larger range of activities.

Moreover, this isn't the only place.

Other haunted houses also have passageways.

It can be said that Baling expanded the territory of Silent Hill single-handedly.

“This is…” Alessa looked at the dilapidated theater, wondering why Baling had brought her here.

If this is Baling's home outside, it's too dilapidated; it's absolutely impossible.

“A place where Silent Hill will one day be staged.” Baling smiled mysteriously.

"The Silent Hill Chronicles? What a strange name. I've never heard of a play named after Silent Hill. Could it be a new, exciting play?" Alessa's eyes darted around, and she seemed to find the answer in the image of the stage.

"That's right, it will be a great drama written by a creator of profound wisdom, after seven days and seven nights of painstaking effort. Soon, it will be used by an evil demon to summon one of his demonic companions."

Baling's eyes blazed with fury, and he feigned a wicked and unruly demeanor, but Alessa understood him perfectly.

It turns out it was prepared for her.

"I am looking forward."

Aresa smiled faintly.

"You will definitely not be disappointed!"

Baling cackled strangely.

Don't forget, don't forget.

Baling has always been grateful and repaying kindness. When Alessa helped them in their time of need, Baling repaid her kindness with boundless gratitude.

Now that Baling has prospered in the world, he has naturally not forgotten Alesa, who is trapped in her hometown.

He decided to give Alessa another push, so she could also return to the human world and experience its joys. After all, the human world was so beautiful, something that could never be felt in Silent Hill, a place with such severe air pollution.

Baling has thoroughly studied and researched the hidden summoning rituals of the Black Swan Demon's lair—the Brukenthal Theater.

Baling would then disassemble and transport the important ritual items over, replenish the lost materials, and after some arranging, the ceremony could be held again.

The Lost Lake Grand Theatre will soon be a suitable location. Moreover, it has an open passageway and is a secluded, abandoned area that won't attract attention.

As a vessel to carry one's body through the human world, Baling is also prepared.

With his profound strength and increasingly sophisticated puppetry skills, he could definitely do it, easily!

Now, all that's missing are the performers.

(End of this chapter)