Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

When the crazed Rentaro Satomi suddenly attacked again, Kikunojo Tendo tried to dodge once more, but this time he discovered that his opponent had followed up with Tendo-ryu martial arts. Kikunojo was stunned. He had been hiding on the periphery and hadn't bothered to observe closely, nor did he want to understand just how special these disgusting Rahmians were. He only knew that one of them was a mad Rahmian that had fooled him, imitating a human, and truly believed itself to be human. But...

BOOM!!

Kikunojo Tendo's head was smashed open, and in his final moments, consumed by fear and rage, he realized something before he died. No, rather—if even he could be resurrected and reborn, then the other members of the Tendo family could too.

Frustration—utter frustration! And the pain of being shot in the head!

Its powerful vitality allowed it to survive the headshot without dying immediately, and the pain continued to affect its soul from its body, intensifying its suffering!

It made that aged soul convulse!

Tendo Kiku no Cheng:......!!!

Old man: "——!!!"

What the hell? How can someone be so thin-skinned?

Does this person even deserve to be called a member of the Tendo family?

Having been educated by the Tendo family, one should possess the cruelty and ruthlessness expected of a proper person. Even if one realizes that they have become a monster and committed evil deeds, they should not break down completely.

Not to mention that Kikunojo Tendo was aware of this; within this body, malice and pure desire would be amplified infinitely, naturally making his moral compass even weaker.

Even something as mundane as eating, which he himself couldn't manage, this unknown 'Tendo family member' could do, demonstrating how deeply his mind had been corrupted. Yet, he still broke down over such a trivial matter.

Even if it collapses, it still manages to use the martial arts of the Tendou school.

Just like a berserker who, even in a berserk state, still displays skills so refined they seem instinctive!

The younger generation used the martial arts he taught them to chase and beat him to a pulp—it was utterly incomprehensible! It was both frustrating and tragic!

'Don't let me know whose soul you are reincarnated as—!! If I could do it all over again, I would definitely…!!' Filled with resentment and bitterness, Tendo Kikunojo, despite having a second chance at life, missed his opportunity. First, he fought alongside other Rahim against the sea demons, then was driven back to the shore by Emi, where he encountered a crazed 'younger kin' who killed him.

No, the other party must have realized his identity in the end.

The martial arts of the Tendo school, coupled with the fact that he was only his age and still referred to himself as "this old man," yet knowing his identity as Tendo Kikunojo, he still dared to be so audacious—ignoring his accumulated prestige and smashing his head with a single limb! This fact was even more unbearable for Tendo Kikunojo's soul, as it meant that his prestige in the Tendo family had completely disappeared.

Perhaps—even if he could truly be reborn again, when he encounters other Rahms with human consciousness, he wouldn't be their grandfather anymore; instead, he might be their enemy, their competitor! As for what kind of competition?

Pfft!

At that moment, Satomi Rentaro—with bloody tears streaming from his teeth—eaten with a mixture of pain and glee, biting off the head he had just stabbed open.

There's no turning back now!

Even the negative emotions and aversions accumulated from the old man during his lifetime seemed to be vented out in revenge at this moment, as if he began to eat.

Rentaro Satomi's personality has finally broken down!

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Chapter 152 We will once again raise the banner of salvation!

"What sweet tears! What a moving scene!" Marshal Gillespie. Such a harmonious scene of grandfather and grandson, showing both love and filial piety, was enough to bring tears to Gillespie's eyes.

ISIS...!

The best way to be filial and loving towards your grandfather is to become one with him, without any distinction between "you" and "me."

Gilles de Rais thought he was indeed a 'filial' good child.

Even a pervert like him found it too perverted, marveling at it—feeling inferior, it was simply the greatest masterpiece—true art!

The sounds of bitterness, sorrow, and decadent joy were indistinguishable from cries; could there be a more contradictory and striking scene?!

Such a sacred and ugly, contradictory scene is practically the word "faith" itself.

In religion—this ironic scene is also much needed.

Without ugliness, how could God's mercy and greatness be demonstrated?

Therefore, ugliness is also necessary; it is an essential element that highlights those beautiful emotions and things.

This hellish, utterly ugly world, and the ultimate clown Rahm, who has long since gone mad, are the perfect sacrifices to highlight the majesty of the god and saint on the other side of the ocean.

They're all trash! So we should act like trash and shine brightly to the fullest!

"Oh, I sing praises to you—great Lord, and merciful Holy Lady!"

"Forgive me for once again profaning your sacredness. But since it is for the destruction of that sacredness, even if it means plunging back into darkness, I would gladly accept it!"

"Since that's the case, all you living people! Follow my example! Now, please enjoy this feast of death and decadence—prepared by the unworthy Gilles de Rais!!" Rumble~!!!!

The sea surface seemed to be shaking, and the sea demon suddenly went berserk and began attacking the surrounding Lahem to seize ocean territory, while the Lahem were not to be outdone.

And Satomi Rentaro—this 'Rahm' who was frantically hiding his collapsing consciousness in an attempt to redeem himself—was enveloped by endless sea demons who knew nothing of pain or death, and was ultimately being relentlessly dragged toward the center, toward—to the place where Giles de Rais was!

He and his magical friend 'Rahim' will once again create chaos in the new world—Kami!

To become a blasphemous counterfeit, a shoddy imitation!

Embrace faith as if it were your own, then blaspheme it as if it were your own, and finally—die in your faith as if on a pilgrimage!

"I hope you will be satisfied!" *Whoosh!*

Soon, countless sea monsters began to envelop and submerge Gilles de Rais and Rentaro Satomi!

Finally, a corner of the ocean that had long been occupied by the sea monsters and Rahm reappeared, and countless giant tentacles suddenly emerged from it.

One by one, they were wrapped around the core of that enormous creature, which was already wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

This time it's—the super-powerful, dual-core Great Sea Demon!

The astonishing commotion quickly attracted the attention of many intelligent beings.

It is unknown whether they are the Rahms or the remaining survivors.

In particular, some high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals who have the power to afford armed helicopters and are protected by numerous police officers on this collapsing coastal land of America are among those who can afford to be protected.

They stared in shock and horror at what was rising from the sea, seeing firsthand the enormous monster with its disgusting appearance!

Because it was centered around Rahm, the sea monster even grew limbs and tentacles just like Rahm, and countless teeth appeared on its body that emitted a piercing laugh! Its flesh gradually transformed into healthy, purplish-red muscle. Undoubtedly, it possessed a hard shell just like Rahm's!

The already somewhat grotesque Great Sea Demon, after being synchronized with the equally sanity-lowering Rahm art style, now presents an even more challenging visual and physiological limit for humans!

.....

He swallowed hard, followed by a long silence.

'What is that?! God, have you truly abandoned us completely?'

This direct visual impact is even more exaggerated than the previous views of the Mother Goddess of Creation seen through satellite.

If the image of the Mother Goddess of Creation can be viewed as something unreal, like watching a movie, then what about this enormous symbol of curse and malice that is visible to the naked eye?

No, God certainly won't interfere with them.

If you think about it carefully, some of the mixed parts in those things probably came from the monsters conceived by the Mother Goddess of Creation.

Despair—is spreading! It's like a shadow!

At that moment, from the countless tentacles and rows of teeth of the Great Sea Demon in Zhenlahem, saliva suddenly spurted out—and Gillesdras's excited and resounding voice echoed like countless stereoscopic reverberations, while the loudspeaker amplifiers simultaneously blared: "Now!!"

The demon, who fantasized about spreading his arms but actually stretched out countless limbs and tentacles to blot out the sky, shouted passionately: "We will once again raise the banner of the savior!"

It was absorbed! Yet faith shines!

Surrounded by countless terrified and vomiting creatures, and surrounded by the enraged army of fellow evil Rahm, ah—what a dazzling sight! It thrilled him!

It's like having a sickle churning in your ear! Even in other distant places, in countries that haven't completely fallen, their satellites are still faithfully working, diligently fulfilling their duties, spreading images of terror and despair to the whole world!

“Those who have been abandoned may gather under this banner! You will be guided by me and obey my commands.”

"The lament of us who have suffered abuse will surely reach the ears of Heaven!"

"O Lord in heaven!!"

"I will praise your name in the name of condemnation!" "Arrogant god!! Cold-hearted god! Cruel god! Merciless god!" "We will surely drag you down from your throne!"

With each increasingly furious declaration, Gilles de Rais might have had a personal agenda. After all, turning over a new leaf isn't easy; he'd been perverted for so long that blasphemy was ingrained in his very being.

However—since all sorts of Joan of Arc are now serving God, the Marshal, as the ultimate Joan of Arc fan and father figure, cannot be disloyal. Because of the choices made by the Joan of Arcs, he is willing to renew his faith in God! But just like Judas, faith comes in many forms, and it can also be contrary to one's own beliefs, using one's own evil to proclaim God's goodness. Therefore—he can be as unrestrained and wicked as he wants, especially in a world where there is no need for any sense of guilt!

Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil! Let the flower of evil bloom in its entirety!

Rumble—~!! A dark, gleaming figure, the most terrifying nightmare a human could ever imagine from childhood, with no fixed form and a body that defied the most biological logic, was emanating a foul stench and a tangible, bright red malice!

Powerful! At this moment, the spiritual deterrence against humanity has reached its peak!

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Chapter 153 Composition — The Defeated Myriad Colors of Evil!

Thousands of tentacles, thousands of mocking and sneering sounds!! It was as if tens of thousands of Rahms were uttering bizarre cries at the same time!

Even the massive army of Lahm in the ocean hesitated for a moment, their limited minds pondering whether that indescribable behemoth was one of their own kind...

While similar, there are still significant differences. For example, one can still faintly see parts of dark green flesh, emitting a ghostly green light like eyes. And the constantly oozing pus seems to be corroding the surrounding ocean, even affecting the chaotic tides.

After all, it's a mix of some Type-Moon/King-type powers.

The prototype of the Great Sea Demon is the Shoggoth, a named and recognized monster of the Kelvin type, known as the "Evil Defeat of the Myriad Colors," a nightmare of human reason.

That was something that could have a devastating impact on human civilization and was extremely dangerous. It even dared to invade the chaotic tide of the Mother Goddess of Creation, and even showed some aggressiveness in return.

The original text describes it as follows:

A nightmarish, black, gleaming form, its amorphous body emitting a foul stench, writhed forward, flowing with a mass of amorphous protoplasmic vesicles, shimmering with a faint glow. Tens of thousands of green, pus-like eyes emitted a powerful green light.

It constantly forms and decomposes on its surface.

The massive body that filled the tunnel lunged at us, crushing the panicked penguins, and crawled across the ground, now spotless and gleaming with an eerie light, 'cleaned' by it and its kind. The terrifying, mocking cry echoed in our ears again: 'Tekeli-li! Tekeli-lir—'—H.P. Lovecraft, *At the Mountains of Madness*.

In addition, Shoggoth possesses the ability to assimilate and integrate, allowing him to adapt to any ecosystem and transform into a more powerful and desired form.

'You simply cannot imagine how skilled the Shoggoth Overminds are at shapeshifting! They've become smaller since the last time modern humans encountered them. Oh, but the Shoggoth Overminds are more agile! They are the pinnacle of shapeshifters—but hidden beneath their countless skins is fear itself.' —Michael Shee, *Fat Face*

Even if it is weak at first, it will grow stronger and stronger as it continues to feed, until it grows into a natural disaster that the world cannot bury and is powerless to deal with. Even in the Kreece universe, other malicious intelligent life forms usually do not want to provoke or summon such a thing, because it is far too dangerous.

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