Infinite Journey: Dark Souls

The lead singer must be furious. His concert was disturbed by all sorts of people. He must be angry.

The rousing chords turned into ear-piercing noise, the tightening cordon was of no use, the domineering instructor ended the concert, the speaker wires were ripped off, the microphone stand was ruthlessly pushed over, the electric guitar could no longer be strummed, and she wasn't even allowed to sing her own songs; she was going to tie them up one by one.

Unacceptable! Ash cannot accept being toyed with by the Dark Spirits, the Angels cannot accept the students being killed, and the lead singer cannot accept having their song interrupted.

Dark Spirit can accept it! He accepts the fact that he's crazy, even without background music, he can still be crazy; he's messed up the night, and he'll mess up everyone's plans in the end.

The lead singer broke free from the instructor's restraints, the angel suppressed the dark spirit's madness, and the ashes finally entered the arena, raising their drawn katana high above their heads.

The broken wooden guitar was picked up again; the second half of tonight's concert had only just begun.

The twelve intermittent songs ended and the audience dispersed.

"The feint attack has begun; the angels are confirmed to be approaching."

"Received. Angelic Realm, commence the invasion!"

The noise from the distant stadium had no effect on the dormitory under the cover of night.

The door to the angel's room was opened at that moment, and the rebels became the intruders. They used their skillful assault tactics in the small dormitory room. One person opened the door while pointing their gun at the room. The captain and the blue-haired boy rushed in first, one on the left and one on the right, looking around. Naturally, there was no target to suppress.

With a silent wave, the execution team filed in and quickly took control of the small room.

The last to enter was the speechless newcomer, and even more speechless was the Ash who had followed along. He had also meticulously completed his tactical maneuvers and was now huddled next to the computer in the room, waiting for the hacker to complete the intrusion.

The data cable was plugged into the USB port of the computer case, and the hacker's self-written cracking program started running. The scrolling logs and the progress bar made the people around him swallow their saliva in silence.

"Calling Liangyi, calling Liangyi, Dark Spirit detected, target location, north of the stadium, outer perimeter cordon."

The feint attack team's contact came again, and Dark Spirit indeed appeared. Yuri glanced at Homura, but couldn't detect any fluctuation in her firm black eyes. On the contrary, Asahina panicked and stammered, not knowing what to say.

Since the person in question wasn't in a hurry, Yuri stopped worrying and continued to stare at the scrolling logs and the progress bar.

"Operator! What's going on? There's only one corpse here, where's Dark Spirit?"

"New development: the vanished Dark Spirits have reappeared in the East District; to reiterate, the vanished Dark Spirits have reappeared in the East District."

The person who initiated the contact this time was the furious Ashes; things seemed to be starting to go beyond their expectations.

"Your companion seems to be in trouble."

"Yes."

Aren't you going to help?

"This isn't a matter of combat strength; Zhi must have fallen into the enemy's trap."

"Are you saying that you wouldn't be able to help even if you went?"

"I wouldn't be able to help even if I went."

Why are you so concerned about angels and God?

"It cannot be explained in a few words."

"When you came here, you said it was to prevent this place from being invaded by dark spirits."

"That's also a consideration."

“Our people are the ones who are dying right now.”

"You will not truly die."

"This cannot cover up the fact that they are dying."

"The Dark Spirit seems to be moving extremely quickly using some method. If I leave, I can't guarantee that it won't invade this area."

"Are you staying here to protect us—or rather, to protect Asahina—or to see the truth about angels and God as soon as possible?"

"Both are my goals."

"Tch, even Zuoyou's report isn't as tiring as yours."

The progress bar was only halfway through when the leader and Ash completed a quick and concise exchange.

The outcome of the exchange greatly displeased the team leader, who had no choice but to issue the order to lift the alert.

The Angels' Dormitory, with its lights off, fell silent once more, save for the sound of hackers typing on their keyboards.

Messages were transmitted to the group's earpieces through the operator's equally flat voice. They could imagine Ash being tormented by the Dark Spirits, imagine the band members being assassinated by the Dark Spirits, and even the noisy rock music made them unconsciously imagine the joyous atmosphere of the concert.

The world inside and outside the headphones seemed like two separate worlds; they stood in a quiet world, listening indifferently to a noisy one.

The silence did not mean there were no undercurrents. Asahina stood between Homura and Yuri, and from beginning to end she felt the oppressive aura emanating from the two of them, which made her body tremble from the moment it started.

"The Dark Spirit again—he ran up to the angel! He's fighting the angel, I repeat, he's fighting the angel."

The atmosphere was disrupted by another announcement.

The air pressure dropped, and this time even the hackers in the two-person room started trembling.

Yuri stared intently at Homura, while Homura remained silent, staring at the computer screen.

"OK! Cracking complete!"

Finally, with the hacker pressing the Enter key hard, the password-locked computer was unlocked.

"Very good, Zhushan, quickly check if there is any suspicious data."

"Your orders are obeyed. Also, please call me Kleist."

The hacker, relieved, habitually corrected his self-reference, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he opened and filtered the data on the hard drive, until only one unfamiliar piece of software remained.

"Angel Player?"

The software was opened, and it had a UI interface that combined modeling and programming, and a menu that resembled the skills in an RPG game, which recorded all the skills that the angels they had ever seen possessed.

The truth seems to have come out: the power of the so-called "angels" does not come from God, but from the software in front of them, or rather, from the same principle as the technology they use to manufacture weapons.

Yuri pushed past the hacker in front of the computer and started operating the mouse and keyboard herself, seemingly trying to find other evidence to prove that angels were indeed connected with God.

Without a word, Homura opened the window and, to Asahina's startled cry, leaped out.

She lashed out with the soft whip, which wrapped around the pipe by the windowsill. With a step on the wall and a pull, she leaped up the wall and towards the roof.

With a pull, a step, a pull, a step, the purple figure climbed to the rooftop under the full moon. In the blink of an eye, an M200 sniper rifle appeared in his hand. He crouched, aimed, and the crosshairs precisely locked onto the stadium where the battle was taking place.

With a slight adjustment, the magnification of the optical sight was increased, and finally, the fierce battle in front of the stadium came into view.

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Iwasawa grabbed the broken wooden guitar, and the instructors continued to approach, like her father's wine bottle, ready to interrupt her life once again.

Then let her sing it out loud; once she sings it out, no one will be able to disturb her life.

What kind of lie will those hypocrites tell next as they laugh?

Without the clamor of an electric guitar, but with the gentle melodies of an acoustic guitar, this is a narrative poem that tells the story of a young musical girl's life.

Can something gained through lies be used to embellish one's life?

The melodious tone swept away the previous clamor. The disturbance caused by being disturbed by the teacher, the angel, the dark spirit, and the ashes was finally soothed by the story told in the song.

But we must not stop moving towards tomorrow.

The operator walked into the gymnasium's broadcasting booth, silently pressed the record button, and turned on the school's public address system.

That's why I sing like this.

At that moment, the girl's story spread throughout the entire school, flowing on the tip of the blade cut by the ashes, wandering in the sword danced by the angels, cutting through the hideous needles, blowing past the trigger of a sniper shot, and echoing throughout the afterlife.

[It is your weeping, your loneliness that is right, that is what makes you human.]

Flames shot from the sniper rifle's muzzle, sparks flew as the sword and shield collided, and bullets trailed off with a long, drawn-out note, accompanied by a soft, high-pitched melody.

With unstoppable slashes and supersonic sniping, the Dark Spirit has nowhere for the girl to escape. The one who invades another's life will perish at the most brilliant moment of the girl's life.

The scattered tears tell their story.

The bullet deflected the straight sword, the katana cleaved through the shield, and a dazzling golden-white demonic aura enveloped the crimson body. The katana that had cleaved the shield burst into golden flames, and the blade continued to traverse its predetermined trajectory amidst the final song.

We are so grateful for this beautiful, genuine, and authentic experience.

As the chord played its final note, the flames brought the concert to a close.

The intruders have been punished, and the girl who sang the story has no regrets.

The broken wooden guitar slid to the ground, and the crimson dark spirit turned into light fragments that scattered.

No one knows whose life will be invaded by the dark spirits again, but all that is known is that the girl's life will start anew.

The world after death, a world where regrets are resolved, has come to this world. The girl who only has music left is probably happy.

So many people shed tears for her, so many people were saved by her music. She is no longer that little girl who could only cower in the corner crying and holding her head. She is the singer who sings and plays electric guitar under the spotlight. Music is the starting point of her life, so only in music can she enjoy a fulfilling life.

"My Song" is GDM's lead singer Masami Iwasawa's first new work, and also her last time singing it.

I hope this story reaches everyone's heart.

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"Are we the ones who cry, we the ones who are lonely, the ones who are right, the ones who are...human?"

This story reached the hearts of everyone.

The concert ended, the farce ended, but the lingering melody of the ballad still echoed in her ears, and even she was savoring this somewhat sad story.

She was right in the center of the stadium. She was just an enthusiastic fan. Before she came into this world, she had never been to a rock concert. She just happened to be there on a whim. Maybe she just wanted to see a farce, but she felt that she had heard some good music. Her trip was worthwhile, although she still had a little regret.

If that girl could become one of them, she could keep singing her songs forever.

This is her regret, but there's no way to undo it now.

It's so sad, sad for myself, and sad for the girl.

Ashes, it's all Ashes' fault. They came here, so she came here. She came here and met the girl, heard the sad song, and missed the girl. She couldn't let her keep singing.

They must be driven out. There is no need for flames to burn here. She will build this place into a paradise, a "non-human" paradise, where everyone will become her family, a family bound by blood.

A small world, a small home, an inhuman world, an inhuman home.

The story has only just begun; it is a story written in blood.

Thirteen intermittent bloodstains