An infinite journey starting from paradise

"OK, now we see the doorknob, all we have to do is turn it, right?"

Looking at Lin Shangren who was constantly flying towards the anchor world, Ashrose suddenly cried out in surprise: "Be careful! Don't touch that!"

"what?"

Lin Shangren also listened to the advice and stopped right where he was. Then, a huge gray bubble hit him squarely. Lin Shangren didn't feel any pain, but he was a little dazed. When he calmed down, he felt someone holding his waist.

"Xiao Ai classmate...? What are you doing?"

"Come in you!"

Embracing Lin Shangren, Ai Xiluo Si suddenly exerted her strength and forcibly stuffed him into the gray cosmic bubble. After doing all this, Ai Xiluo Si also fell asleep on the cosmic bubble, exhausted.

……

"Fuck Ash Rose, you plotted against me!!!"

Roaring, Lin Shangren fell into this new world.

Yes, "falling in." Unlike the previous two smooth landings, this time Lin Shangren randomly landed at nearly ten thousand meters in the air. He angrily cursed Xiao Ai for being inhumane while free-falling uncontrollably. At the same time, the sound of the "Devil's Fake Passport" notification rang in his ears.

[Writing identity...]

[Identity writing has been completed, please boldly enjoy your adventure in this world. ]

[Your identity in this world is... a passing superhero.]

"Huh??? What the hell?"

He hadn't figured out what this identity meant, and no information about the new identity had entered Lin Shangren's mind. But now there was a more pressing problem that needed to be solved urgently - he was about to fall into the city below.

……

The dry wind whistled, making an annoying sound like a foghorn. Here, at the base of a skyscraper-filled city, the ground beneath my feet was grimy concrete. Looking up, I saw only the night sky, stained by the murky yellow-green and purple-red hues of neon lights. It was like a bucket of slop, with not a single star in sight.

The entertainment district was still bustling at one in the morning. The street corners were divided into light and dark sides by street lights late at night. There was no difference between the light and dark sides. They were both equally dirty, and were filled with stains left by the blood and vomit dried from violence and stupidity.

There are also some differences between light and dark:

On the bright side of the streets, neon lights blazed brilliantly, while in the alleys, drunks and prostitutes clamored and groaned, creating a bustling scene comparable to Tokyo's Kabukicho. On the dark side, however, more shameful transactions arose: drugs, human trafficking, and even more sinister and brutal activities. No matter how egregious the crime, it went unpunished here, for this city was far removed from law and civilization, devoid of reason and kindness.

If there are any rules in this city, there are probably only the following two:

Loyal to all evil - deceiving good people and violating virgins. Hanging saints high and shouting loudly to celebrate the joy of wanton evil.

Accept all things that are illogical, no matter what appears, no matter what happens. Because this is the lawless Kanto Evil Street, a different world in reality, a paradise for criminals, and the devil can come here at any time. So here, anything is possible.

"Buzzing..."

A sharp buzzing sounded, and space began to distort. Two women who best embodied the second rule appeared out of thin air on this dangerous, vulgar street. Their appearances were particularly conspicuous:

Their skin was as cold as porcelain, their eyes emitted a strange phosphorescent glow, their faces were truly beautiful, and their structures were different from those of ordinary people: one of them had horns on her forehead, and the other had bear-like ears - all of this made them look unlike humans.

"Isabelle, how much fluid has flowed from your vagina? You smell like a bitch." The tall woman with bear ears said to her companion in a mocking tone. Her strong muscles even surpassed those of male bodybuilders, and her bulging muscles were covered with tattoos that covered half of her body.

"But, Sandy, I could feel their intense gazes from the very beginning. My little pussy is itching like hell." Another petite woman licked her lips in a lewd manner. Her figure was a stark contrast to her companion, Sandy, like a slender candy. She looked around with a greedy smile.

"What's the matter~"

The petite woman named Isabel teased the hungry men around her, "You guys want to do it too, right? Are you all hard already?"

In this lawless city, any woman who is pretty but has no ability to resist cannot survive a night, but the villains around her stood there in silence.

"Hey, you trash who are short of women, I'm going to play with you now. Take off your pants with gratitude!" The woman named Sandy shouted loudly.

Finally, overcoming their fear and holding the thought that even if they died, dying happily was better than any other way of dying, the men rushed towards the two of them like moths to a flame.

On the streets of Xiefa Street in Guandong, another orgy started. Passersby were used to it. Some of those who were aroused would even shoot from a distance, but they only shot from a distance. They didn't dare to get close at all. After all, they were afraid of blood splashing on themselves.

"It's something that can't be banned, and it was broken in just two pinches."

"It's so boring, just a bunch of useless crap."

Sandy grabbed the man's hair, breaking the hair follicles one by one and causing blood to flow out. While tearing off the man's scalp, the violent force almost crushed the man's bones.

"Tsk, you're a man, right? Can you have a bit of backbone? Ha, you're dead before you even ejaculate? Change, change!"

This promiscuity continued, and the men's desires and lives were constantly drained away by the two alien women who were superior to them.

"It's so fucking annoying. I only realized after eating it that it was useless crap. I'm so annoyed."

Isabel, deeply dissatisfied, withdrew her cuteness and seductive charm that had captivated the men. Blood began to flow from her hands, eventually solidifying into a chain hammer. Having had enough, Isabel swung the chain hammer carelessly, wantonly lashing out at the surviving men, joyfully bathing in a rain of filth and blood.

"Hey, I haven't had enough fun yet."

Sandy stood up helplessly, clamping her legs together and crushing the head she had stuffed into her vocal tract. Red and white brain matter and broken bones flowed down between her legs, and finally formed into a huge machete, which she pulled out of her vocal tract.

"If that's boring, then I'll just randomly kill a few lucky spectators. You, you just rewarded yourself, right? Then I'll reward you too!"

Chapter 191 You call this a magical girl?!

Killing, as casual as child's play, yet extremely cruel and violent.

The onlookers fled in all directions, but their heads were scattered like overripe persimmons falling to the ground - their skulls were crushed by the spinning hammers, and their brains, eyeballs, and teeth were scattered all over the ground.

A rain of blood gushed out from the headless corpse's cavity, mixing with the flying fragments of internal organs and showering them on the porcelain-white skin of the two witches. The warm and sticky touch made Isabel feel a little uncomfortable, but Sandy, on the other hand, enjoyed bathing in the blood rain.

"Hey, boring."

Isabel stretched, stepped between the legs of a corpse, and crushed the still erect thing with one foot.

"Hey, it's been squeezed dry. There's only red blood left inside, not a single white substance. I'm still not full." Isabel said, "Ah~ah, let's go, maybe we can find some useful ones on the way."

"Ha, you bitch...don't forget your work. It's almost time to go home tonight."

The two witches walked away, trampling the remains of the scum on the ground like crushed grapes. Just a few minutes later, the crowd on Entertainment Street returned to its usual bustle, as if nothing had happened. The scattered flesh and blood beneath their feet turned into roadside mud under the soles of the shoes of the passing people.

No one cared about the mess on the ground. Some bored perverts would even take pleasure in stomping on the eyeballs left by the witches for fun. They had long since become accustomed to this—just like those crazy witches, they were like natural disasters like earthquakes, tsunamis, and hurricanes, beyond human control. They could only silently accept this bizarre fact: this city, a city of witches, was inhabited by a disaster called witches.

They appeared seven years ago, without warning, and began destroying cities, killing, and abusing people. Ordinary firearms could not effectively harm them, and large-caliber anti-material weapons could only barely scratch their fur. Even high-yield bombs could not kill them.

Instead, the strange, cold weapons they wielded, made of blood, could easily shoot down Japanese Self-Defense Force fighters and dismantle buildings like a knife through butter. The Japanese Self-Defense Force's weapons, placed before them, were no more useful than small toys—they possessed an unusual interest in sex, like the fourth sister who, upon seeing Index, dared to throw anything into her.

Someone once injured a witch using a "Douban Bird" and a vibrator, both loaded with high-explosive explosives. But the damage only lasted a short while. Witches are incredibly durable and have incredibly strong healing abilities. They're like Wolverine and Deadpool, regenerating limbs and growing eyes is commonplace. For example, the witch whose lower body was injured by the explosion, after being physically destroyed, didn't get angry. Instead, she became addicted to using grenades as vibrators...

In short, the Japanese government was unable to quickly deal with these 26 witches who had suddenly appeared. However, their supernatural powers and self-healing abilities, which completely defied the law of conservation of energy, attracted the attention of five benevolent individuals from the United Nations. Among them, Japan's old foster father and old neighbor took the lead, sending troops to the area under the guise of international aid, intending to capture several witches for biopsy research.

However, after the two kind-hearted men paid a heavy price to capture the four witches alive, they found that they could not take the witches out of the city. After leaving the city, the unconscious witches suddenly disappeared into thin air, and then reappeared in the city. The blood and body tissue samples collected from them also disappeared.

The witches are like some kind of "earthbound spirits" and cannot leave the city either actively or passively.

After confirming this, the benevolent individuals abandoned their plans to capture the witches. Whether they would establish a laboratory within Jiashi City and capture the witches for research remains unknown. The Japanese government, however, opted to remain silent: since these dangerous creatures couldn't leave the city, there was no point in fighting them. If they couldn't afford to provoke them, why not just avoid them? Consequently, the Japanese government began organizing the evacuation of Jiashi City residents and sealed off the city's exterior, designating it a danger zone.

Yet, Jiashi City didn't become a ghost town. Countless criminals, wanted criminals, illegal immigrants, and those unable to navigate normal life fled here and settled there. Gangs and illegal traders, who profited from these individuals, also flocked in. Consequently, prostitution, gambling, drugs, human trafficking, organ trafficking, and other illicit businesses took root there, and for a time, Jiashi City was a vibrant, thriving city. The city became akin to a border city in the Taimanin world, with a permanent population reaching nearly 100,000. So, were these people truly fearless? Were they unafraid of those random witches?

First of all, the vast majority of these people are desperate criminals who deserve to be shot. Although there are some of them who value their lives, most of them are indifferent to "death" until they are really in danger of their lives.

Furthermore, while these witches enjoy indiscriminate killing and promiscuity, they are not incommunicable. Some are even happy to interact and cooperate with humans. They also enjoy the worship and offerings lavished upon them—some cerebral palsy consider them goddesses, even forming cults dedicated to them. Many believers, drawn to their fame, then become consumers or merchandise of this "unique industry" on the market.

To some extent, witches provide shelter to criminals, while criminals provide witches with necessities and entertainment, forming a morbid symbiotic relationship between them. The shelf market also continues to develop based on this symbiotic relationship.

……

"This place should be nuked by a Big Ivan."

On the rooftop of the tallest building on Guandong Xiefa Street, Lin Shangren, wearing a black windbreaker and a whip-woman mask, was standing under the dim full moon.

He was the master of shadows, the night was his domain, and nothing within them could escape his perception. Although a five-kilometer radius of shadows was far from enough to cover the entire city, the contents of less than eighty square kilometers were enough for the people of Lin Shang to form an assessment of this disgusting city.

Brothels, casinos, drug dens, human sacrifice farms, slaughterhouses... prostitution, gambling, drugs, drugs, and murder filled every corner of this city. The building just below Lin Shangren's feet contained dozens of casinos and brothels. Even with his shadow, the nauseating smell of money and salty fishiness made Lin Shangren feel physically ill. And in the building's basement, several human auctions and organ trade fairs were in full swing.

In the alley next to the building, three strong men were raping a fresh female corpse, and next to them, a strong woman wearing a fake penis was stabbing an old man's dermatitis.

"Why is this place more chaotic than Gotham?"

Lin Shangren, feeling somewhat physically unwell, quickly withdrew his perception. According to his moral standards, every single one of the beasts in this city deserved to be ground into dust.

"Calm down, calm down, observe for a while." Lin Shangren took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the idea of ​​using [One-time Magic? Nuclear Explosion] here, and turned to look at the system taskbar.

[World Quest: 1. Redeem 26 witches (Tip: Physical salvation also counts as redemption~)

2. Prevent the advent of the "New World". (Destroying this planet can also prevent the advent of the "New Century", but this is not recommended.)

3. Let the world know what true "love and peace" is.

"Alright, alright, this time we're back to the ambiguous quest prompts from the Euphoria universe."

Ashrose, who was still sleeping, could not reply to Lin Shangren for the time being, but she did leave a "warm reminder" for Lin Shangren.

[Small suggestion: My Lord, please put aside moral considerations and vent your instincts crazily.]

"Witch? That world you mentioned before where magical girls fight tentacle monsters, isn't this the place?"

[Sleeping, do not disturb~(?3[▓▓]]

"..."

"Okay, then I'll go explore on my own."

The next moment, Lin Shangren appeared in a shadow on the top floor of the building.

"No one's in the office? Just a few security guards patrolling the corridors... Are the only weapons the security guards are equipped with VECTORs and P226s? And their walkie-talkies are old Motorola P25-like things. It seems the technological level of this world is just like that, probably only around 2010."

However, the confidentiality level here is quite high. Paper files are archived, and the computers storing data are not even connected to the local area network..."

"The level of technological development has been basically confirmed. Now let's test the physical strength of humans in this world... First, a high-temperature resistance test, using the Fireball technique!"

About thirty meters away from Lin Shangren, two security guards were patrolling as usual. At this moment, one of them suddenly smelled a fragrance.

"Sniff... Yamamoto, why is there a sudden aroma of barbecue?"

He turned around and saw that hot steam was constantly coming out of his companion's head and nostrils. His eyeballs were bulging so much that they were almost falling out, and blood and tears that had solidified into clumps were flowing out of his eye sockets along with the hot steam.

"Yamamoto...! Gaah..."

The man called out his companion's name, but the sudden severe pain in his chest prevented him from making any sound.

"The assessment is complete. The physical strength of humans in this world is no different from that of people in other worlds. At least that's the case with these security guards."

Roasting brains with fireballs, killing computers with lightning, dismembering bodies from the inside out with shadow control, simply crushing hearts, and stuffing a piece of toffee into the brain stem and coronary vessels... After successfully experimenting with several of his commonly used killing methods, Lin Shangren swaggered out of the hiding shadow, and then he teleported behind a surviving security guard.

The lucky security guard was still wondering why his companion suddenly collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, when he heard a gentle voice behind him: "Please show me the way."

"?"

The security guard turned around warily, but before he could draw his gun and shoot, he heard the last word he would ever hear while awake: "Yaxixi."

……

In a hall on the eighth floor of the building, the uniquely frenetic atmosphere of a casino surged beneath the deliberately dimmed lights. There were no ordinary gamblers here, risking their lives on a whim. As for money, everyone present had plenty.

Every face here that shows no interest in ordinary gambling, cards and chips is telling one thing: they want more exciting fun than this, they want entertainment that can only be experienced on the shelves and in the Kanto Evil Street.

"Oh, aren't we going to start yet? I've brought enough capital this time."

"Don't even think about getting the first crack at your stuff. Do you think today's stuff is the same worn-out stuff as usual?"

"Aren't those things self-healing? Even if they're cut into fillings, they'll be restored to their original shape, even the membranes can be repaired. How can you be sure that this is just the first batch? Could it be that this one isn't among the twenty-five already named?"

"New? Come on, I got scammed that time. I bought a little girl who was said to be a newly discovered witch. But it turned out to be just an ordinary Indian woman. I didn't even bother to touch it and fed it to my two Rottweilers..."

Inside the hall, the well-dressed beasts were discussing something. The aura of successful people and celebrities they exuded was incompatible with this city, yet it complemented it perfectly.

At this moment, the lights in the venue suddenly went out, and the originally languid atmosphere in the hall changed. Voices filled with enthusiasm and expectation rang out everywhere.

"Everyone, thank you for waiting. Today we will bring you a new entertainment activity! Little Alison Roulette~"

The excited voice spread through the microphone, and then the spotlight shone on the stage set up inside the venue. Cheers and noises rose up, and everyone's eyes turned to the marble pillar in the center of the stage.

Tied to a pillar was a petite girl. Her skin was the pale wax color of a porcelain doll, her eyes were amethyst, and a strange-looking organ, resembling rabbit ears, sprouted from her head. She was dressed like a bar girl, a black, sleeveless, backless, hollow leather dress tightly hugging her petite frame, and her legs were covered in leather garters. "This little Alison is our newly captured witch. She'll be replacing little Isabel at tonight's roulette. Don't be fooled by her appearance; she's a true witch. One of the twenty-six witches. Look!"

The host suddenly took out a special dagger and stabbed it into Alison's forehead. The dagger failed to penetrate her head, but it still cut a piece of flesh on her forehead. The moment the host withdrew the dagger, the wound on Alison's forehead had healed as before.

Seeing this scene, the people in the audience cheered again.

Alison, stabbed, could only glare fiercely at the audience, letting out a childish roar befitting her takeout. However, her limbs, bound tightly by special alloy chains, were powerless, and could only droop helplessly.

"The rules of roulette remain the same, except this time the winner gets the first chance to penetrate little Alison."

Following the host's voice, six muscular men walked onto the stage, carrying a red and black roulette wheel and a large box of torture instruments. Bare-chested and wearing pointed turbans, they looked like both the Ku Klux Klan and medieval executioners.

Various torture instruments were placed side by side on the side of the roulette wheel: splints, branding irons, meat cutters, skinning knives, meat brushes, axes, iron pear flowers... The guests who saw this scene for the first time showed slightly reluctant expressions, but most of the guests were in high spirits and eagerly looked forward to the next gambling game.

"Hmm, all these things are going to be used on this little girl? My daughter is about the same age. How should I put it, this feeling..."

"Hey, aren't you a regular visitor to Jeffrey's island? Besides, this is a witch. Even though she looks like a little girl, she is a real witch. She is a witch who can't be killed or played with no matter what. It's just that this level is nothing." A regular explained to his friend who was here for the first time.

"See the number tag on her? When the market opens, choose a number and place your bet. Then the host will spin the wheel. If the gambler who bet on that number wins, the chips of the others will be allocated to the winner based on the betting ratio, and the dealer will take 5% of the winnings.