Infinite Journey: Dark Souls

He seemed to have guessed correctly; the scoundrel agreed with him. But why was his smile so terrifyingly ferocious?

Of course, it's because what he said wasn't a joke at all.

"Die, die, die, die!" ×100

With frenzied slashes and furious combos, the delinquent, like a demon, unleashed a hand speed that shocked even the two Ashes. The miserable boy was lifted into the air and couldn't land, as if he had been forced into a corner. Then, the relentless attacks continued, blood splattering everywhere. His health bar had already been emptied, yet he was still being whipped in mid-air.

100 hits!

With the final, decisive blow, the tragic corpses scattered in the air as the delinquent youth swaggered away, ignoring the spray of blood from the explosion.

"If you humiliate Yuri again next time, I'll let you fly again."

At the scene of the tragedy, only blood and body parts remained.

"Oh my, so this is how they greet people here – killing someone at the slightest disagreement."

Despite the horrific scene of the murder, two young girls calmly walked back.

"Tsk tsk, that's really ruthless. That guy, he really went in with murderous intent."

They were excessively calm, even pointing and commenting on scenes that should have been censored.

Are we just going to leave him here?

"Otherwise, there are no doctors in the afterlife. Oh no, what we need in this situation is a funeral home. Anyway, he'll come back to life soon, so we can just leave him be."

"Well, let's just leave it alone then."

"So you were just asking... Well, Homura, aren't you curious? How exactly did they revive under these circumstances? There's no campfire here to help them rebuild their bodies."

"Shall we take a look?"

"Mmm! Let's take a look!"

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Ten minutes have passed.

"Isn't this exactly the same?"

The two sat on the hospital bed, inhumanely watching the tragic corpse. Xiao Yan was alright; she took out her P220 pistol and carefully disassembled it while wiping and maintaining it with a handkerchief. Zhi, on the other hand, went too far. In order to see the secret of their resurrection, she directly opened her demonic eye and stared at him for ten minutes without stopping!

"Ugh, I'm losing my patience. Looks like I'll have to help him out."

"what are you up to?"

Seeing Zhi jump off the hospital bed and squat down next to the corpse, Xiao Yan also stopped what she was doing and focused on observing Zhi's actions.

"Of course, I'll try out my new skill."

As she spoke, Zhi took out the Sun Amulet, held it in her left hand in front of her chest, and muttered incantations, as if she were praying to something or recounting someone's deeds. Golden flames rose from her body, and the floating sparks almost turned into sunlight.

He raised his left hand, and at the same time, the sunlight radiated outwards in a ring, enveloping most of the ward. Even Xiao Yan, who was watching, felt a warm breeze on her face, like sitting by a campfire, making her feel genuinely comfortable.

[Miracle? Moderate Recovery] It worked. The corpse, which should have been pixelated, gradually healed under the sunlight released by the weaver, becoming a corpse that did not need to be pixelated. However, the 100 hideous wounds still covered his body, and he himself showed no signs of recovery.

"Hmm, it seems that's not enough. Next one."

Zhi observed her results and seemed not too satisfied. So she picked up the sun amulet again, but this time, after the spellcasting process, which seemed like a prayer and a narration, she affixed the amulet to the boy's body.

Sunlight streamed down in pillars, enveloping the corpse. The Miracle? Emergence of Life Force was released onto the body, bathing its battered form in a hazy sunlight.

"Phew, he should be able to reply soon now."

Zhi wiped the sweat from her brow. This method of converting her own flames into healing effects was clearly still immature for her; the fact that she hadn't set the corpse ablaze was already thanks to her magical eye. So this guy really was conducting an experiment, wasn't he? If conditions allowed, wouldn't she have to use a lightning spear or something?

Five more minutes passed.

"He still hasn't woken up."

Xiaoyan has finished maintaining her gun and is now holding it in her hand, constantly making aiming motions. She clearly wants to get a new weapon but can't, so she can only use this exclusive weapon to satisfy her craving.

"Well, there's no other way. I didn't want to try this trick, but buddy, it's all your fault for being so rude and offending someone."

As Zhi was about to begin her experiment again, Xiaoyan turned her gaze away curiously once more. This time, however, she raised her left hand, and what surrounded it was no longer the healing sunlight, but a sharp lightning spear.

Golden lightning crackled in her hands, and unruly lightning snakes roamed about, about to lick the tormented corpse before her.

"I say, this is a miracle used for attack."

"Well, although it's an offensive miracle, it's also lightning-attributed. Think about it, the heart relies on strong electric shocks to keep beating, so if I give him a lightning spear, maybe I can get his heart beating again?"

"I think you just want to test your skills."

"Haha, why are you speaking such blunt truths? Anyway, let me see just how far this electric current formed from the flames can go!"

The lightning had accumulated to its peak, and Zhi was no longer going to suppress it. The tragic corpse was about to be struck by the lightning, and it was unknown whether any charred remains would be left.

"Akami-san, Ryougi-san, Yuri wants to go to the principal's office. She's going to introduce you to... Huh?"

The doors to the infirmary were opened again, and Asahina, who had come looking for the source of the flames, witnessed the crime scene before her.

“Eeya ya ya ya ya—!”

"Wait! Let me explain!"

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Intermittent Three Deaths World Front

"Yes, that's it. We're not the murderers; we're actually kind people who helped the young man."

After a series of nonsensical arguments, he finally gave the girl a thumbs-up, his bright smile revealing white teeth that shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Huh? So the Thunder Gun can also replace the function of a heart pacing machine? That's amazing."

No, no, no, that thing has two hits at close range. With Zhi's strength, if it really pierces, I don't know if her heart will be stimulated to beat, but the tissues other than the heart will probably only be charred.

Xiao Yan stared at Ash, who was acting silly and dazed, with dead fish eyes, silently complaining in her heart.

"Are you really going to kill me?!"

Suddenly, the corpse in the pool of blood screamed and got up. His memory seemed to be stuck on the scene of his death. He loudly denounced a scoundrel who killed someone without a second thought.

"What kind of joke is this?! It hurts like hell but I can't die! It's absolutely awful!... Huh?"

The boy, who had been resurrected from the dead once again, frantically checked his body. Apart from the blood all over the ground and his tattered clothes, he looked no different from an ordinary person.

"Oh, you can still feel the pain. Aside from the inexplicable resurrection, you really are like the Ashes."

It wasn't until he made a sound that he realized there were three girls in the room. However, two of them, whom he had seen before, were staring at him with the same look they gave rare and protected animals, which sent chills down the spine of the boy who had just died once.

"Haha, so you haven't left at all?"

"That's right. By the way, the way that guy got killed with 100 hits was quite a sight to behold."

He gave another thumbs-up, his bright smile revealing his white teeth once more, inflicting a devastating blow on the boy's spirit.

"Aaaaaah! I'm in despair! I'm in despair over this world where others see my death and then judge me!"

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"So why should I go to the 'Anti-Angel Headquarters' with you? I have absolutely no desire to get involved in your affairs. If sitting and waiting for death will result in elimination, then let me be eliminated."

In the faculty and staff office building, three ashes and one dead man are heading towards the principal's office.

"Don't be like that, buddy. You've already died once. What could be more depressing than death itself?"

"Of course! It's not just that he died once, it's that he died three times!"

"Only three times."

"Isn't three times enough? He was stabbed through the heart, hacked to pieces, and didn't even know how he died in the first place!"

"Well, we've arrived."

In the midst of the argument, the heavy wooden door bearing the sign for the principal's office came into view.

"Ah, well, I'll explain everything to the leader of your 'Afterlife Battlefront (SSS Group)' and just let me disappear... okay..."

The boy, who had been extremely agitated and pessimistic, put his hand on the doorknob without saying a word. However, before he could finish speaking, the doorknob made a loud clicking sound as it was turned, and the ceiling suddenly opened, with a huge iron hammer smashing down from above.

They brushed past him.

"Oh dear, that was dangerous! This guy almost got to experience another way to die."

As soon as the mechanism was activated, Zhi grabbed his collar and pulled him out of the trap's attack range.

"Ah...ah...th-thank you—wait a minute! What's with this mechanism?! Why would they put something so dangerous in front of the so-called operations headquarters?! What if someone forgets to turn it off one day? Won't it crush their own people?"

"It is said that it was specially set up to prevent 'angels' from launching a surprise attack."

"So what kind of monster is this 'angel'? Even a polar bear would be killed by this kind of trap!"

"That's right, 'Angels' are monsters of this caliber. If you don't believe me, think about how you died last night."

The principal's office door suddenly opened, revealing a group of six uniformed boys: a boy with short blue hair, a bespectacled staff officer, a bodyguard carrying a wooden sword, a DJ with a headscarf, a strong judo expert, and a baby-faced boy with no distinguishing features. They stood in two rows at either end of the door, while a silent ninja and the band's lead singer stood guard beside the imposing desk facing the door.

At this moment, Yuri Nakamura, the leader of the "SSS Group," who leads the boys and girls after death to fight on the front line against the angels, and who is responsible for fighting against fate and God, and who has miraculously expanded the battle line, is clasped together, resting her chin on the table, staring fiercely at the uninvited guest outside the door.

"Welcome to the 'Afterlife Front.' Please remember our code: 'There are neither gods nor angels.' So, are you prepared to fight against God?"

Slowly lowering his hands, the dignified leader leaned on the table and stood up, his blue eyes filled with an unwavering determination.

His words, spoken slowly and deliberately, were like a solemn religious leader testing the faith of his followers.

So solemn, so sacred.

"I remember today's motto was 'The dead are your battlefront.'"

Isn't it a "revolving door"?

"How about the 'Suicide Squad Front'?"

It should be described as a "desperate battlefront".

"Extremely superficial."

Then the solemn questioning was interrupted by the hushed discussion of the subordinates.

The solemn cult leader transformed back into the impending guild leader. The purple-haired girl slammed her hand on the table, and her angry roar echoed throughout the entire faculty and staff building.

"Shut up, all of you!"