Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"In five minutes, I will kill the President of the United States. In ten minutes, I will kill the Vice President. In twenty minutes, I will kill every political figure on the White House's list, as a declaration of my abilities."

"His Majesty will create a brand new world, a just, bright, and great world. All those who yearn for change, grasp the stone His Majesty has given you to change your destiny."

"We, the apostles, will become the Camus of the New World!!!"

865

584. Killer, the Demon of Death

The sudden global live broadcast, the sudden bizarre remarks

How many people would actually believe such nonsense? Most people would probably just think it's some kind of television show.

Meanwhile, President Naruto, who was giving a speech in front of the White House at that moment, seized the opportunity to begin an impromptu speech.

"This is a provocation against the great United States of America! This is terrorism!" Milk Dragon shouted indignantly, waving his fist.

“We have never suffered such humiliation since 9/11. This is an infringement on the privacy rights of American citizens, and someone must pay the price!”

The crowd below cheered and applauded, shouting and pumping their fists in response to their leader's shouts.

But just as Milk Dragon was feeling smug, he suddenly froze, his eyes glazed over, and then—

He gripped the microphone in front of him with both hands, took it off, and then pointed the sharp stand at his eye socket.

"Commander-in-Chief?" The security guards nearby had already noticed something was wrong and stepped forward to inquire, but the Milk Dragon Commander suddenly let out a sharp and manic cry.

"Seven seals, seven brides, offered to the Crimson King!!!"

After saying that, to everyone's astonishment, he grabbed the stent and stabbed it directly into his eye socket! He then plunged it into his brain and vigorously stirred it.

Even though the security guards rushed over immediately, it was too late; he had already smashed his own head to pieces like crushed tofu.

The scene was chaotic, with screams echoing everywhere, and this chaos was only the beginning.

About ten minutes later, the Vice President in the White House started a national emergency live broadcast, and then, in front of the whole nation, shouted the same slogan and smashed his head against his desk.

Twenty minutes later, key figures in the White House cabinet, who suddenly started live streaming on various social media platforms, shouted the same fanatical and bizarre slogans before committing suicide in various ways.

This includes, but is not limited to: Secretary of State, White House Chief of Staff, White House Chief of Staff, White House Legal Counsel, National Security Advisor, White House Economic Advisor, U.S. Trade Representative...

Just as the live broadcast declared, twenty minutes later, he killed all the high-ranking officials in this cabinet.

Moreover, they were the ones who started the live stream themselves and chose to commit suicide.

The consequences of such killings were catastrophic.

Regardless of the political impact and global turmoil caused by the collective suicide of a presidential team, these delayed effects will likely take several days to take effect, with the most direct impact manifesting in public opinion.

There is no doubt that the slogans shouted by these senior White House officials as they committed suicide triggered a huge panic on the internet!

All the panic boils down to one question—who is the Crimson King?

Soon, a large number of foreign netizens immediately dug up the name on the closed Japanese internet, the one who had frightened all of Japan with a terrifying video just days earlier.

And then, almost immediately everyone associated all of this with the name of the demon that appears in many holy scriptures and in many fan-made adaptations in games and anime.

Soon, a religion on the internet claiming to be the son of the Crimson King declared that this was the arrival of the Apocalypse, and that a terrifying king of the new millennium was about to descend and rule the world for a thousand years.

As for why it was twenty years late—don't ask, the answer is that our calculations were wrong.

In short, the name, which was already related to religion, was linked to this bizarre incident of mass suicides by White House leaders, instantly sparking countless heated discussions and debates on the external internet, which was dominated by the West, especially Protestants.

Some people panicked and spread rumors that this was a sign of Judgment Day, while some believers shouted that it was a test from the devil, and of course, many more ecstatic people cheered the arrival of the end times.

The Vatican has remained silent on the matter, but it can't really hold any hope for these people, especially since they now consider Judaism their elder brother. Following this chaotic scene, a blurry video went viral online.

The video shows a scene on the moon, where thousands of coffins are lined up, and at the end of the coffins, there seems to be a blurry human figure standing.

A single video might not prove anything, but when someone observed the moon with a high-powered telescope, they actually discovered these strange things.

Some people think they are aliens, while others think they are signs of the apocalypse.

But all these speculations and ideas were finally answered that very night.

......

This is a dream, and when everyone has the same dream, they all see the same terrifying sight.

There He was, beneath the burning tree of knowledge, seated on a throne—a throne made of a hundred thousand skeletons, each bone still trembling, each skull still gaping, maintaining the scream of the last moments before death.

865 >>

The tree is burning. Golden sap flows down its towering trunk like a reversed waterfall, or the blood of a dying giant. Flames lick at every leaf, burning them to ashes, only to reignite them in the ashes. But the tree will not fall. For He will not allow it to fall.

He is the Scarlet Khan, the firstborn son of the devil; he is ancient history, the reflection of heaven, and the threat to Eden...

The person who dreams cannot see the dreamer's appearance; even if they try hard to recall, all they can come up with is a general description.

He looked like a giant humanoid with antlers. He had seven deep red eyes and a mouth with sharp teeth. His skin had the texture of charred human skin. His fists were large and rough. Sometimes He wore a crown, sometimes He wore a red robe, and sometimes He gripped seven heavy chains.

You saw Him.

Just seeing it makes your soul begin to peel away. Like scorched paper, it curls, blackens, and vanishes piece by piece. You want to scream, but your vocal cords no longer belong to you. You want to close your eyes, but your eyelids are pierced by His gaze. Your will is like a match against lava before Him.

You are an ant, you are nothingness, you are a fleeting moment in His long eternity that is not even worthy of being forgotten.

Just as your soul is about to be swallowed by this fear, feeling yourself dissolving and disappearing, experiencing endless pain—

The light came.

It was not the soft light of dawn, nor the warm glow of flickering candlelight. It was a light that existed since the beginning of creation, a light that had been buried in a tomb only to burst open three days later, a light that crushed the neck of death into the dust. It cleaved through the darkness like a sword cutting through silk, without warning, without any merciful transition—just like that—

Come.

The sound of trumpets poured down from an unknowable height, like a waterfall, like thunder, like the roar of billions of angels flapping their wings. In that light appeared a figure, standing there, the wound still on his palm, the marks of thorns still on his forehead.

Everyone knows who he is.

Even if you don't believe in him, he is the person who has been described in countless stories and works throughout history.

In the last second before the soul was about to be devoured, light came from the chaos and finally dispelled the crimson light.

The dream is over

This is a dream shared by a total of 77.77 million people, all of them identical.

After waking up, these people discussed the same dream almost obsessively online, in churches, at schools, or even in their families and with those around them.

They were terrified, they were excited, and they were fanatically convinced that they had received divine revelation!

Perhaps not all of them, but most of these people later converted to Catholicism.

Of course, they may not have truly joined, and some may have even worshipped at the wrong temple, but so what? Their faith and purpose are more aligned than ever before.

Faith based on fear is so pure and fervent that they begin to believe that the world is about to be destroyed and that the Son of God will eventually come. Such a fanatical religious atmosphere is so intense that even the governments of those countries cannot suppress it.

And the one who accomplished all of this was undoubtedly Tsugumi!

On the Moon

Tsugumi stood before a coffin filled with thousands of bodies, each containing a cyborg who had been arbitrarily altered into a non-human form by the real man in Shibuya using the "Wuwei Transformation" technique.

Their bodies and souls returned to their original forms, but the pain and fear remained. All of this eventually connected with the real people, and Tsuruga saw this process as the best way to understand the structure of cursed spirits.

Creating a cursed spirit from fear was an easy task for him.

But that was never his goal. He unleashed this terrifying dream and redemption performance to more than 70 million people in order to observe two outcomes that piqued his curiosity.

—In all the realms, at least in this world, what kind of incarnation could humanity create from their deepest emotions toward this 'Crimson King'?

—And, can his unwavering and fervent faith, along with his positive emotions based on fear, ultimately shape the person he desires?

Cursed power is the underlying logic of this world. It is a near-omnipotent power that can achieve countless results as desired, as long as the corresponding spell exists.

However, this world is not only filled with negative forces like curse power. In fact, the basic principle of the reversal technique is to multiply "negative" curse power with "negative" curse power, so that negative times negative equals positive and generates positive energy that can promote cell regeneration.

In other words, such positive energy does exist in this world, but unfortunately, no technique has ever been able to truly utilize it.

Even ancient sorcerers who possessed the 'Angel' spell a thousand years ago still used the Evil Destroyer Ladder to annihilate the spell through incantation, rather than truly utilizing positive energy effectively.

865>>>>

A large part of the reason for this is that, within the underlying logical framework of this world, positive emotional energy cannot take shape on a large scale like magical power, let alone create a positive 'spirit'.

This is a matter of the rules of the world itself, but Tsurugi's understanding and mastery of the soul can bypass this logic to achieve the result.

In short, he had two objectives.

The first is to construct a hypothetical cursed embryo of the strongest 'Crimson King' that this world can contain through negative emotions. After all, in a sense, cursed spirits originating from these purely negative emotions are indeed very suitable for his characteristics as the Crimson King.

And he was genuinely, fucking curious, about how these humans fabricated his backstory!

As for the other purpose—

He wanted to attempt to create an unprecedented 'Jesus curse spirit' in this world.

As for why he did this? Part of the reason was simply to keep himself occupied with something he was bored, and another part was—

“If I can descend as a cursed spirit like this, then others can too. But if it's just my fellow hellish beings, I won't be satisfied!” Tsugumi said.

—If I were the only one who was unlucky in another world, I would drag everyone else down with me so they wouldn't be happy!

Not only those in hell, but those in heaven shouldn't be left out either!

Harming others without benefiting oneself—that's the way of forbearance in Tsurugae!

Of course, the Jesus curse is an unattainable, purely ideal purpose. The fact that it could be created means that it can constitute the descending spirit of other demon kings and angels, and all of this must be based on the construction result of humanity's fear of its opposite.

Through the connection between real people and the 'fear' of all humanity within the soul channel, Tsugumi is able to observe and control the emotional changes of all humanity, keeping everything firmly in her grasp.

Then all he had to do was create something special that would instill fear in humans and create opposition to what he wanted to build—and this first and foremost required people to feel a sufficient fear of themselves.

Without hell, heaven is meaningless. Without extreme fear, how can there be the purest fanatical worship?

"Your Majesty, I am very sorry..."

The Behemoth in her hand emitted a voice filled with apology and shame from Yuuki, but Tsugumi didn't seem to care.

"As the first sinner demon, you've done your best. After all, this is your first time using these powers. You've killed a top-tier sorcerer and wiped out the entire cabinet of a nation. Now, all you have to do is wait for time to bring you back to life."

"As for the guys after you—Death did a good job, and 'Judgment' has found a suitable target. 'Blood' is about to be born. Including you, I'll soon be able to assemble a Four Horsemen."

"Your Majesty..." Yuuki whispered.

"Won't Kira cause any problems by doing this?"

"Human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain. If he truly has enough self-control and is intelligent enough, I will give him the chance to truly become the demon of death." Tsurugi pulled out a black notebook, looking at the names appearing one after another, a playful expression on his face.