She is not an investigator.

I have never seen such a raging fire, never seen such a will, and never seen... the possibilities of humanity.

He had forgotten why he became a watchmaker in the first place, but he still vaguely remembered why he chose to protect humanity.

But he will still stick to his path and persist in doing what he wants to do.

"Let me see, let's see if someone like you can bring me some pleasant surprises, and whether you can change my opinion."

Boom!

The clock of time tolls long beneath the gloom.

The accumulated dark clouds trembled slightly at this moment, revealing the power that should have been displayed.

Boom—

A slow rumble of thunder sounded, and the dark clouds that had been gathering for far too long finally unleashed their rain.

That was neither a light drizzle nor a downpour.

It contains the essence of time, yet it rejects the interference of time.

The rain fell, landing on the watchmaker and on Igris.

The rain poured down on her body, slowly extinguishing the flames burning within her.

The sound of gears turning echoed continuously, and the strange pocket watch on her body began to tick counterclockwise.

The clockmaker's body began to change. Drawn by the torrential rain, he slowly dissolved, merging into the clock tower and into this time.

The next moment, the ground beneath Igris' feet began to tremble violently, the clock tower rose from the ground, and the deep chimes began to ring out uneasily.

The tremors grew more and more violent, and Igris had no time to react before being flung away.

Igris's figure plummeted from the sky, tracing an easily visible arc through the rain.

But in the next moment, a disgusting face and figure appeared in her mind.

"I know you will reject me, but that's precisely why you make me so happy. Press the reverse pocket watch and see the surprise I've left for you."

It's Nyarlathotep, the demon who enjoys luring humanity step by step into the abyss.

Igris completely ignored his warning. Seeing the ground getting closer and closer, she didn't hesitate to huddle together, trying to delay the impact as much as possible and avoid injuring her vital parts.

With the title of "The Joker," she won't die easily.

But amidst the rain, the pocket watch in her pocket slowly emerged as it drooped down, and pressed a button on its own.

He had foreseen everything, including the fact that Igris would never listen to his advice.

As the pocket watch was pressed, the reversed time on it began to flow backward rapidly, and at that moment, the torrential rain rose from the ground into the sky.

Time was reversed at this moment, and Igris's figure landed lightly on the ground, unharmed.

The street beneath Igris's feet began to undergo a strange transformation, from a muddy surface to a cobblestone street symbolizing the future of Molkens.

"This is…"

Before she could react, the reflection of the clock tower in the distance had already appeared in her eyes.

There seemed to be an invisible dividing line between her and the clock tower; the rain flowed backward around her, then fell back down beside it.

It sprouted limbs, and a giant clock on its chest spun wildly, affecting all time in the city.

Only for Igris, time began to reverse for her, her fatigue slowly disappeared, and unprecedented power once again filled her body.

Why did Nyarlathotep help her? Igris didn't know.

But she knew that if she were to seriously consider whether the actions of that guy, whose abilities were unknown, were reasonable, then Igris would probably be the one with a problem in her head.

But even so…

"How do I take this thing apart...?"

Looking at the limbs that had grown flesh and blood, but whose body was still a huge clock tower made of brick walls, Igris felt that she should have replaced the straight sword in her hand with a bomb.

She felt a pang of nostalgia for the time when she held a bomb and perished alongside the enemy.

But overthinking won't give her any more opportunities.

"Looks like I won't be able to call in any outside help..."

Fighting through this history, Igris probably only has herself to rely on.

"Why not give it a try and see what exactly controls that giant thing?"

…and Nyarlathotep.

"You don't need to remind me."

"hehe…"

Igris looked at the huge clock spinning on the chest of the humanoid clock tower and had an idea, but facing such a behemoth... she couldn't fly, how could she possibly rush up to it?

"Guess what will happen when two conflicting timelines collide?"

Naya squatted on the ground and casually drew a strange symbol on the ground.

Those were ancient runes; Igris had seen them before and knew their meaning.

still.

"Time is running out."

"..."

Igris took a sudden step forward and launched her charge towards the oncoming giant figure.

Two figures of vastly different sizes rapidly closed the distance, and just as it lowered its body, preparing to unleash a powerful punch at Igris!

tick-

The ticking of the clock was clearly audible amidst the tangled rain, and its movement froze instantly.

The raindrops stopped falling and stopped flowing backward; everything froze in that instant.

Except for Igris.

In a brief moment of stillness, Igris's figure swiftly climbed onto its drooping arm, the straight sword in her hand firmly embedded in it, and continued to ascend towards its chest.

But the next moment, its body regained its freedom, and endless rain began to fall, blurring Igris's vision and causing her condition to deteriorate rapidly.

The pocket watch resumed its normal ticking at this moment, and time began to slowly peel away from Igris.

This is the price of playing with time, and also the limit of what she can do.

But even so... it's still far from enough!

boom!

The bullet, engraved with blue patterns, struck the oncoming giant fist instantly. The runes symbolizing stagnation once again served their purpose, freezing the fist in place.

Once everything is over, Igris will definitely send Constantine a banner of appreciation.

That is, if she can get back alive!

The Gods' Fool's Play - Torrential Rain: Chapter Fifty-Three, Mental Pollution

"Big sister! Big sister!"

Outside the watch shop in Molkens, Dizai's calls could be heard by everyone inside from afar.

Alex turned around and saw him rushing towards him. Just as he was about to ask something, he saw a group of people following behind him.

"Why aren't we evacuating yet? Didn't I tell you to let the people leave first? What about the steam train? Don't tell me that thing is broken again!"

No...no.

"We're here to help."

"help?"

Alex frowned, looking at the several unfamiliar people in front of him, and almost laughed out of anger.

Under these circumstances, what help can they offer? Can they come over and cheer them on?

“We are not ignorant of this, whether it is the torrential rain or the attraction that draws it in.”

Talia stepped forward and stood in front of everyone, looking at Alex with a serious expression.

Even if they may not be able to help much, at least they do have things they can do and are willing to do what they can to help.

"Besides... as long as I find that forbidden vessel, I can seal it away, something you can't do."

Alex didn't answer, but just looked at Didi, the distrust in his eyes obvious to anyone.

They were so young, looking almost the same age as Igris, but there wouldn't be another person like Igris in the world.

“I…have seen torrential rain.”

But at this moment, the magician, who was always silent, suddenly spoke and looked at the suspicious Alex.

“My hometown, my past, everything I have was once covered by that torrential rain. I watched with my own eyes as the people I cherished were wiped out by the rain... That’s why I can’t stand idly by, and I can’t bear to see this torrential rain destroy everything here again.”

"But what can you do? Come here to die? You should be grateful that my temper is much better than before, otherwise I wouldn't bother listening to what you have to say, I would just knock you out and carry you away."

That was exactly what she had planned, but she could also tell that the woman who had been dozing off, though seemingly oblivious to their argument and conversation, was secretly observing her every move and ready to strike at any moment.

Even though these guys were indeed young and impetuous, Alex couldn't help but have some doubts about whether that woman would be willing to go along with their nonsense.

But soon, the little witch's exclamation interrupted everyone's thoughts and attracted everyone's attention.

"Look...it's raining outside."

"..."

Has the downpour already started?

No, that's not right.

"Is this rain... falling backwards?"

"Look at the instruments! The instruments are moving! The numbers have stopped! The spread of the crack has halted! And... and it's regressing, the crack is repairing itself!"

The watchmaker's apprentice could hardly contain his excitement, but even more excited was Isabella, who rushed over almost instantly and crowded next to the instrument.

"That's right...it's rewinding, the time rift is shrinking, it's repairing...which means..."

“Igris is still alive.”