She is not an investigator.

Chaos consumed its mind; it could never understand why it, which was destined to bring disaster, would choose to coexist with an ordinary human.

How could he possibly avoid being consumed by this sin and ultimately becoming a complete walking corpse?

why?

How could he do that?

He was just a human being.

"Ah, kill them, kill them all... kill you, and those traitors too. They shouldn't have to coexist with anyone. The desire for freedom, that's what we're truly pursuing..."

boom--!

Another heavy blow struck, the iron rod slamming down on its head without hesitation, or rather, on its headless head.

The iron rod snapped in two, and at that moment it stretched out its hand and grabbed his head.

"Go to hell..."

Its palms tightened relentlessly, trying to crush his head completely, just as it had done to countless others.

But at that moment, his iron surface was coated with a red layer, and the completely broken iron rod suddenly reappeared. Before it could react, it struck again with a heavy blow, directly breaking its lower leg, which was made of armor.

Its body lost its balance, and the unimaginable force instantly freed it from its restraints. Without hesitation, it charged forward again, attempting to break its other leg.

"Enough! Enough! I've had enough! I'm not going to have any of this damn duel with you!"

It suddenly started yelling and began attacking its own body.

Its flesh and armor were quickly stripped away, and its originally tall body shrank several times in an instant, turning into countless fragments that fell to the ground.

His attack ceased, and the red mist deepened, turning the sea of ​​blood into a vibrant red. Finally, the irrational people began to move.

With one bang after another, the bodies that originally belonged to humans were almost all torn apart at this moment, and more red mist flew out from them, mixing into the mist suspended in the sky.

The red mist is rapidly condensing, abandoning its spread and diffusion, and constantly drawing power from it.

Soon, all those Yueyi 4 Phosphorus 7 Erba people turned into wreckage and fell to the ground, but the red mist that gathered together finally outlined a brand new shape.

It was a huge, muscular creature, so large that it was taller than the tallest house in town.

Its skin was a deep red, as if it had been scorched by endless rage, and its surface was covered with fiery magma patterns, with sparks occasionally shooting out from the cracks in its skin.

Its head has a pair of curved, sharp horns, the tips of which are burning with raging flames.

Its eyes were two inextinguishable fireballs, revealing endless anger and hatred.

It was a beast that did not exist in this world, symbolizing savagery and anger.

Fighting it is, in any case, a desperate and painful thing.

Almost everyone knows that at this level of combat, nothing can be accomplished.

"...What's your name again?"

"?little Red Riding Hood."

"little Red Riding Hood."

Wilson sighed, looked at the giant beast that had also lowered its head and was looking at him, and then took a big step forward.

"Leave here."

His words had barely faded when he swiftly charged towards the ferocious beast without hesitation.

He knew that with just the stick in his hand, there was no way he could pose any threat to such a large creature, but he was clear about his plan.

Someone has to leave here alive, and he hopes that person will be a younger Little Red Riding Hood.

He was already in his thirties, and in a few years he would be forty. In this world, there wasn't much he really cared about anymore. At least if he died heroically like this, he wouldn't feel much regret or pity.

But in contrast, she was quite the opposite.

She hadn't even gone into the city to take a look, hadn't truly made friends or had family, and hadn't found her place.

She is still young, and there is still hope for her future.

Therefore, this is a necessary sacrifice.

This is a sacrifice that had to be made.

Therefore.

"Live."

"..."

She opened her mouth, still wanting to say something, but she still took a step.

She wasn't afraid of death or danger; she could stay and die here with that strange man, but she knew that wouldn't be right.

Because he could have lived, he had to make a sacrifice because he saved her.

She can't stay here; she has to live; she has to see others; his death cannot be in vain.

So she had to escape, she had to escape far away, even though she didn't understand why someone had to sacrifice themselves.

Why do all the disasters happen to her?

Why was she never able to have a happy and peaceful life?

Did she do something wrong? Was there something she didn't do well enough? Why did she have to go through all this? Why did she have to be the one to survive?

Why should such a heavy thing as life be casually thrown at her? It's not fair at all. This world has never been fair to her.

All she could do was run, dragging her injured body, running into the distance, fleeing aimlessly.

Don't think about the future, don't think about the present, don't think about the past.

She has to keep running, she has to keep living.

Only in this way, only in this way—

…………

"I'm past the age of trying to look cool."

He may have weighed the pros and cons and considered many aspects, but if we were to explain what made him make this decision, it wouldn't seem so noble.

Just like twenty years ago, he had asked that person why he wanted to become the Punisher, and why he had been given that title.

That person's answer was unreliable, but it was very loud.

"Life is short. If you don't do it, you might never have the chance again. Besides... don't you think it's cool?"

"Oh…"

He's clearly a middle-aged man, but his mentality is still that of a child.

嗏

Even middle-aged men sometimes want to show off their coolness.

"—!"

The Bizarre Stage Play - The Book of Secrets: Chapter Fifty-One, Restrictions

Yi Wu Jiu Liu San Er “Roar—”

Behind me came violent tremors and terrifying roars.

She dared not stop or look back. She hoped she could escape from here and avoid witnessing the tragedy happening around her again.

She didn't want to watch anyone else die in front of her anymore, and she didn't want to...

Boom—!

Her path was blocked by something that fell from the sky.

The thing crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up dust and bringing her to a stop.

Countless times she wanted to ignore it and step over it.

But she still couldn't do it, and completely lost the strength to escape.

"Cough...Quickly..."

boom--!

The claws, almost as wide as two people, slammed down heavily on him, pressing his body completely beneath them.

It was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined, and he couldn't even buy himself half a minute.

She had nowhere to run, and she couldn't escape anymore. The beast was right behind her, and with just one step, it could easily crush her into a pulp.

So it deliberately brought Wilson here and killed him on the spot in front of her.

This is its perverse sense of humor, and the only action that brings it joy.

Infect others with their emotions, drive their anger, awaken their fury, and utterly kill them when they try to resist.

“…Ugh.”

She couldn't make a sound; her body was trembling, but it was hard to tell whether it was from fear or anger.

But whatever it was, her mission seemed to have failed; she didn't manage to escape and ended up killing the people who tried to save her.

What should she do now?

"—!"

She didn't know anything. She knew nothing about the next plan or what she would face next.

Then let's stop thinking about it, since we can't get an answer anyway.

Then…

"...?"

Come to think of it, she seems to have been looking for something.

From the day she regained her senses, the day she escaped from the laboratory, the day she was saved by that person.

She had been searching for something.

She didn't know what she was looking for, but that was exactly why she had come here.

Since then, she has experienced everything that is happening now, which has even made her briefly forget what she should really be doing.