Why is my journey to the world of anime a strange tale of rules?

Glug glug... glug glug...

Amidst the writhing sounds, those enormous eyeballs and flesh released an invisible force, overlapping and vibrating like a tsunami, attempting to break through the defensive position built by the lone Yotsuya Miko.

Not far away, Angel swayed, his expression showing a hint of confusion, but his eyes seemed glued to the screen of the "psychologist" not far away, staring at the face of the man displayed on the screen.

Come to me, my daughter.

The man smiled kindly, just as gently as she remembered.

Come, let's cast aside the pain of the real world and attain eternal happiness!

The woman appeared beside the man, embraced him, and turned to him with a smile, saying...

You will no longer need to endure the pain of the real world. You will be free from the sacrifice game and will never have to suffer any torment again.

An elderly man walked in from the edge of the screen, offering sincere advice.

Come here, be with us, and our family will be whole again. We will live happily together in our dreams.

Then an elderly woman walked in from the other side of the screen, smiling and speaking in a light voice.

This is certainly not just verbal persuasion; such words are unlikely to fool any player.

What truly plays a role is the power of the "psychiatrist" itself, the remnants it extracts from the memories of those it has killed and absorbed, and the polluting power attached to them, directly injected into Angel's mind.

Look how pitiful you are.

The memory of the entire family's death and the devastation left behind is replayed again and again.

Look, only I can save you.

Her family members watched her with smiles, reaching out their hands and awaiting her choice.

"Miss Angel, don't be fooled, it wants to devour you!"

Jianzi, who was not far away, shouted anxiously, but she had no way to escape the siege of the densely packed eyeball monsters.

Jianzi clearly understood that after she retaliated against the [psychologist] through "real trauma," temporarily weakening its abilities, this thing had been trying to escape the influence. Judging from the monster's current movements, to quickly break free, it needed to absorb the flesh and spirit of a living person, ideally someone who had chosen to [abandon reality and escape into a dream]. Therefore, this thing used its power on Angel, intending to bewitch her and use her as a sacrifice to restore its own mobility.

It was Miko's mistake that she didn't expect this thing to have such remaining power.

Blocked by the frenzied eyeball monsters surrounding her, she couldn't rush to help Angel break free—this was something Miko hadn't anticipated. After all, she wasn't some strategist; predicting everything was far too difficult. Right now, all she could do was shout at Angel, hoping she could hear and react. Otherwise, she'd have to consider killing Kita and then committing suicide, waiting for Takami to start the next loop.

Come on... come on... come on...

The gentle voices of my family still echoed in my ears, just like the voices I had longed for in my dreams for so many years, so real and resonant right before me.

"I……"

Unsteady on his feet, Angel took a step forward, his eyes filled with confusion.

Come... Angel... come to our side...

The gentle light fell upon me, and the road ahead seemed to be bathed in sunlight, making it impossible to resist.

"dad……"

Lowering his head, Angel murmured as if he had turned back into a child.

[Dad's here, and so are Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma. Everyone's here, waiting for you!]

As they spoke tenderly, everyone reached out their hands toward Angel, hoping she would reach out in return and embrace this beautiful dream.

"Dad... what's your name?"

Then, Angel asked the question in a low voice.

[Dad is Angel's dad... Dad's right here...]

The gentle phantom simply smiled in response.

"Yes...it really looks like Dad, it's Dad's voice, that's the part of me I can remember..."

Angel's voice was very low, like that of a child who had made a mistake, or like someone afraid of waking someone from their sleep, suppressing their emotions.

“My family, their existence has been erased for so long that even when I recall them, it is only incomplete fragments. I still remember what they look like, I still remember every little thing about living with them, but I can’t remember their names, not a single one.”

She raised her head, her gaze fixed on the screen in front of her, on her family members on the screen, but something seemed to burn in her pupils.

"I don't remember them, but don't you remember them either, Doctor?"

As soon as he uttered the next sentence, Angel's expression twisted in pain.

"You killed them, you killed them all."

“You keep saying this is happiness, that you are saving them.”

"So now you've brought them out to deceive me, but you can't even make up their names? So you actually don't remember who they are at all, and the people you've killed over the years are completely insignificant to you, is that right?"

A deep-seated hatred permeated Angel's words.

If she could suppress her anger at the beginning when she wanted to avenge her family, now she was like a fire burning, her eyes filled with heart-wrenching hatred.

These kinds of questions aren't important; as long as you're happy, that's all that matters.

Faced with Angel's bloodshot eyes, the figures on the screen simply smiled and gave a light, casual reply.

"you--"

Angel, overwhelmed with indescribable rage, nearly lost control on the spot and was about to rush forward to attack.

But just as she lifted her foot to move forward, she stopped again, her gaze shifting from the "psychologist" to what was behind it.

A large hand, glowing with golden-red spots, pressed down on the television screen the next moment, followed by a deep, resonant voice that echoed next to the "psychologist."

"Since you like happiness so much, then your uncle is going to give you a good dose of warmth~"

Chapter 51: The Phenomenal Avatar Descending in the Flames of Judgment - Gao Hai

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It was as if I heard the distant tolling of a bell.

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It was as if I could see an endless, spreading sea of ​​fire, and sinners bound within it, unable to escape.

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The man sat on a throne made of corpses, his body covered in blood that bloomed into a crystal flower.

On the bone staircase beneath the throne, several young girls were either sitting against the throne or sitting around it, as if they were surrounding the man.

Three distant chimes rang out, announcing the arrival of the young deity.

And so, Yurikawa Hana, who had awakened the passage, saw the man's gaze, saw the beams of light reflected in his pupils, and saw the burning city.

Then, she heard his voice:

[Come closer, Yuri Kawana, move closer to me.]

Immerse yourself in this, use your body as a medium, lend it to me temporarily, let me come here.

Leave everything else to me; I'll handle all the trouble.

A majestic voice, carrying an air of unquestionable authority, fell.

The girl closed her eyes without hesitation and instinctively reached out her hand, projecting her aura toward that incomparably vast, sun-like existence.

Since it was his request, there must be no problem.

All I need to do is trust him, that's all.

With this belief in mind, the girl's aura merged into the golden-red burning light, and correspondingly, in the pit where all the corpses had been removed, Xiao Hua's body, pierced by black limbs, began to burn with a golden-red light.

The aura of the eerie creature is drawing ever closer.

The pitch-black monster, transformed from Aoyama Nanami, was rapidly approaching. After striking Xiaohua through the abdomen with its first blow, it pursued her relentlessly, intending to kill her on the spot.

boom! ! !

The violently released shockwave spread rapidly in all directions.

The pitch-black monster let out a shrill roar, but it could not advance an inch and could not break free. It could only struggle frantically in place.

A hand grabbed it.

Emerging from the scattered crimson light, it casually grabbed its wrist, as if grabbing a scallion at the market, making it unable to break free.

So you were here. Honestly, what happened to you?

Amidst the sighs, the figure slowly stood up, looking at the pitch-black monster with a hint of pity and helplessness in his eyes.

Beside him, Yurikawa Hana, whose wounds had completely healed, floated in mid-air with her eyes closed, motionless as if asleep.

The pitch-black monster suddenly unleashed an even greater power, its twisted black color spreading in all directions in an instant, blasting the warehouse storing corpses into countless holes in the blink of an eye. Yet even so, the figure that had grabbed its wrist remained completely unchanged, showing no signs of attack whatsoever.

"...Right now, I really can't save you. I'm sorry, it seems you'll have to wait a while longer."

Then, he suddenly sighed softly and released his grip, letting the dark figure quickly escape and disappear into the distance.

You can feel the tremors of this massive factory.

Something has probably sensed its presence and is therefore trying to expedite the removal of the factory to prevent its destruction.

Unfortunately, realizing this at this point was already too late. If they had really intended to make a plan, they shouldn't have stopped the moment the residential area node was destroyed, and they shouldn't have taken the risk of killing Miko and Kita, trying to go all in for one last gamble.

After all, he wouldn't let the enemy go at a time like this, especially such a disgusting enemy.

[Not bad, I must say, it's no wonder it's from a "hotel"—it looks very exquisite.]

[The fact that the "hospital" could mass-produce so many bizarre artifacts probably relies on this factory. Just how many lives has this place claimed? Could it be a place comparable to the Bydos Academy?]

The fire is burning.

As the man spoke in a nonchalant tone, the flames in his hand began to condense, gradually taking shape and transforming into a burning greatsword.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the factory's heavy mechanical structure, directly looking at the gradually collapsing and crumbling city ruins, and the smile on his lips suddenly became even more intense.

Splash—rustle—

Soft, rustling sounds came from all around.

The strange creatures that were active in the factory gathered together at this moment, surrounding the man from all directions, attempting to eliminate him.