I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

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Chapter 6 - Choosing Pepsi is one thing, but you even rejected the raspberry flavor as your only salvation?!

Upon hearing this, the wolf remained silent for a moment before calmly saying, "I can manage on my own."

The wolf's words sounded arrogant, but in reality, as a ninja, the wolf was inherently very cautious. And the arrogance that others perceived...

Although he still didn't fully understand his current situation, Wolf knew from the newcomer's guide that to stay in the 'mental hospital,' he needed to demonstrate some ability and achievements. And by staying here and accumulating enough system coins, he could use the items in the system shop to reunite with the Princess.

Compared to the uncertainty of traveling to the distant land of dragons, what we have in front of us is obviously more feasible—in any case, let's give it a try!

As he pondered, a cold, resolute glint appeared in the wolf's eyes.

Ron tilted his head at this, then said, "That's a good suggestion, but I refuse."

"..." The wolf remained silent, simply waiting for Ron to speak. Seeing this, Ron cheerfully said, "Before our mental hospital officially opens, my power has been sealed. After all, you should be able to sense that there are many inexplicable evil spirits within this power."

Upon hearing this, the wolf hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Having undergone countless trials and tribulations, defeating powerful figures like the Corrupted Monk, the Divine Dragon, and Isshin Ashina, Wolf's perception had reached a level beyond the imagination of ordinary people. And now, with his eyes closed, Wolf simply couldn't believe that the man before him, who called himself "Ron," or rather, "Headmaster," was human in appearance…

It doesn't even have a physical form; it's more like a distorted, eerie melody... materialized?

Thinking it over, the wolf nodded and then asked, "What do you need?"

"This one with the fan and this one with wings, I guess~" Ron shook his arm, a few drops of blood splattering from the rough meat saw. Ron calmly said, "The guy with the tin staff and the cross-shaped spear is yours, after all, it's your specialty."

Upon hearing this, Wolf exhaled a breath of stale air after a moment of silence, then nodded silently… Although it was only for a split second, Wolf was certain that when Ron slashed at the mad ghost, the mad ghost's staff emitted a few sparks of lightning. Although it dissipated the next instant as it lost its lock on Ron, Wolf was certain he hadn't misread it.

Even with Wolf's calm and collected nature, a strange look couldn't help but appear between his brows.

Looking at the two, Wolf shook his head... The dean knew far more than he had imagined, perhaps not just the hospital's basic information. Fortunately, they weren't bad people, at least not enemies, so he didn't have to worry about being attacked from both sides for the time being.

Unfortunately... he has some mental issues.

"Hey, buddy, I can hear your thoughts."

Ron raised the meat saw in his hand with displeasure: "Are you thinking about something very rude?"

"..." The wolf subtly shifted its gaze, then looked at the two ghosts in front of it, and charged forward without saying a word.

Seeing this, Ron, standing to the side, also pursed his lips in displeasure, then complained to the two ghosts beside him, "He clearly wanted to but didn't dare admit it. Sekiro is such a loser!"

Ron started as an ordinary person, and through the World Tree system, he entered Yharnam, a world where one could be tempered and strengthened through constant reincarnation. Unfortunately, in Bloodborne, it is almost impossible to become stronger without being affected, because the source of all power is almost entirely the blood of those in power.

In this situation, Ron's own consciousness also underwent significant distortion and warping, to the point that he often lost control of his reason. And those past memories… according to the World Tree, this was a necessary compromise to allow Ron to travel normally between worlds. Because if one fully knew the history and secrets of a world, then the world's corrective power would increase resistance during travel.

Even so, if Ron remembered correctly, the abilities of the two ghosts, Kong Xi and Cola, should be high-speed flight, ultrasonic waves, and storm fans, respectively.

"Although he is very weak, he should be fine as a sparring partner for recovery exercises."

Hearing Ron's matter-of-fact words, a sinister smile crept across Yue Gui's lips, while beside him, happy Gui's eyes gleamed with malice.

"Ha, quite the big talker, huh? Looks like you don't care about us at all~"

Ron paid no attention to the fighting spirit of the Joyful Demon, but instead turned his gaze to the Joyful Demon beside him and said, "As one of the seven emotions and six desires of the Half-Heaven Dog, you represent joy, and are called Cola, right?"

"...Yes." Although he didn't understand what Ron was up to, the Ghost of Music wasn't intimidated by Ron's question. Instead, he looked at his other clones, calmed himself, and said with a slightly twisted excitement in his eyes, "You seem to know a lot, but it doesn't matter. I'll make you tell me yourself how you know!"

"Instead of that, let me ask you a question." Ron held up two fingers, looking at the demon named Cola, and said, "Which word do you prefer, 'Coca-Cola' or 'Pepsi'?"

"Um?"

The ghost looked puzzled, while Ron said seriously, "Answer seriously, as it will affect how I handle this battle. And if you refuse to answer..."

Ron didn't say anything more. He just stared silently at the cola, but his hand was tightly gripping the meat saw. Although no one could see it, almost everyone could feel the veins on Ron's arm bulging one after another. It was as if he had reached a breaking point.

Since there was no real cost, Le Gui narrowed his eyes briefly and said, "If I had to choose between these two words... I guess it's Pepsi, right?" Le Gui stroked his chin and said, "After all, compared to the word 'delicious,' the word 'Pepsi'... um?!"

Before Cola could react, he suddenly felt the air around him change drastically. He instinctively looked at Ron, and in Cola's eyes, Ron's lips curled into a malicious smile.

"Pepsi? Great!"

The saw made a soft sound from the mechanism, which then jammed. The grotesque cleaver, which had originally resembled a heavy saw axe, transformed into something like a broadsword, a long-handled battle axe, or a long-handled cleaver.

Compared to its initial form, the changed shape makes the already cumbersome meat saw even more difficult to wield. Its unusual shape means that a slight miscalculation could not only result in injury, but could even disrupt one's own balance!

Even so, the Joyful Ghost and the Happy Ghost dared not relax for a moment. They could sense that the man's emotions were becoming increasingly chaotic, almost reaching a point of rage or even a berserk state.

"If it's Pepsi... what do you think of the raspberry one?"

"Raspberry?" Upon hearing this, and feeling the increased pressure and murderous aura emanating from Ron, Cola broke out in a cold sweat at his temple, but still managed to say with a forced smile, "Enough! I am a demon! Upper Moon Four, Half-Tengu Cola! I eat people! Stop humiliating me with this bullshit question! To me, what you're saying is nothing but dog shit—"

Before Cola could finish speaking, a blur flashed by, followed by a burst of dark red blood from Cola's chest. The thick, rectangular broadsword slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right side, severing him in two. At the same time, Ron twisted his body and kicked Cola's body, sending it flying through the air. It crashed into several small trees before finally coming to a stop under the bushes.

"I gave you a chance, but you're completely beyond saving." Ron gritted his teeth, gripping the butcher's cleaver tightly, completely ignoring Kong Xi beside him, and forced out each word through gritted teeth:

"I will use two hundred percent of my power to relentlessly blast you into dust, and then, in endless hatred and despair, realize my mistake and that it's too late. In agonizing screams, I will end my own life, and even if I am reborn, I will never forget this profound remorse!!"

"what?"

The ghost's face was full of confusion and bewilderment, but then a series of slashes, like a storm, rained down. The dense slashes splattered countless droplets of blood; let alone chopping him into mincemeat, under the heavy blade, his entire body was almost turned into a meatball.

Seeing Cola suffer such a heavy blow, Kong Xi also let out a roar. Then, with a flap of his wings, he transformed into a blur and flew out like a cannonball. His sharp eagle claws were aimed at Ron's back. Judging from his posture, no one would doubt that even a hard rock would be easily shattered!

But at that moment, Ron raised his left hand, which was an exquisitely crafted and antique smoothbore musket, about the length of a human forearm. The slender shaft was covered with gilded patterns, and even under the moonlight, one could still be certain that it was a rare treasure.

Hantengu knew about firearms—trains and electric lights already existed in the Taisho era. And as an old demon, Hantengu had seen countless bullets. Unfortunately, however, current firearms posed little threat to an Upper Moon demon.

But now, staring at the dark muzzle of the gun, for some reason, Kongxi felt an unprecedented terror rising within him. However, past experience told him that these muskets were nothing but decorations!

Upon realizing this, the Ghost of Empty Joy did not slow down in the slightest; on the contrary, it accelerated further, attempting to tear Ron apart before he could pull the trigger.

Unfortunately, with a loud bang, Sora felt his body struck by a bullet. Such an injury would likely kill an ordinary person instantly, right? But Sora found himself largely unharmed. In fact, because the bullet wasn't made of a special metal like Crimson Sand Iron, which absorbs solar energy to harm demons, Sora could even accelerate his body's recovery, ignoring this meaningless blow—

But just as Kongxi was still thinking, suddenly, a violent tremor exploded from within his skull. Like a heavy hammer crashing down mercilessly, with a deafening boom, Kongxi's mind went blank; not only did his thoughts freeze, but even his movements became noticeably stiff—

Evelyn, Mercury Bullet.

Evelyn, from the Bloodborne DLC Cainhurst, is a special pistol used by the Cainhurst Knights. It uses the same mercury bullets as the Workshop Pistol, but is more powerful and relies more on blood. Its name comes from an unknown woman, and its exquisite design highlights its extraordinary nature, making it quite popular among the Cainhurst Knights.

Bone marrow ash can greatly enhance the destructive power of bullets... but it's useless against these two clones.

If Evelyn's destructive power was just a prelude, then the mercury bullet was Ron's ultimate goal—the mercury bullet.

The special bullets used for the guns used to hunt wild beasts are called that because ordinary bullets are almost ineffective against Yharnam's "beasts". Therefore, the bullets need to be made into mercury bullets using mercury and the hunter's own blood as a medium.

Its power largely depends on the strength of the blood's energy. Therefore, it is more like a special kind of medium than a bullet.

As the mercury bullet was embedded in her body, a flood of information rushed in instantly. This process was extremely rapid, like forcibly stuffing a 20mm diameter screw into a 5mm nut. A high density of incomprehensible information flooded into her brain, and the Ghost of Empty Joy was immediately immersed in the chaotic and mixed information flow, losing all perception of the outside world.

Although Sora had lost all sense of its surroundings, it had accelerated its body to an unimaginable speed before losing consciousness. At this rapid pace, Ron didn't say much, simply flexing his arms a couple of times. Then, just as the unconscious Sora was about to crash into him, he slightly shifted his body, seized the opportunity, raised his meat saw, and sliced ​​through its flesh, cutting into its internal organs. Then—*splat!*

With the sound of flesh tearing apart, shattered internal organs scattered across the ground along the trajectory of the flying demon. Starting from the chest cavity and descending downwards, apart from the head which suffered little damage, the entire lower body was completely ripped open by this one cut.

Barely managing to snap out of the delirious ramblings, the Demon of Empty Joy propped himself up and uttered a series of meaningless incoherent words. Though his vision was chaotic, he quickly realized his predicament. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to control his body, attempting to heal his wounds. Unfortunately, his severed body seemed to have lost all connection to him; he couldn't control it, nor could he even feel the presence of his flesh and blood!

(End of this chapter)