An infinite journey starting from paradise

"Ahhhh!"

Kakushika Akimoto let out a scream that was completely inconsistent with his macho image. His right hand was "broken", literally broken into pieces of meat: blood was spurting out, hot air was coming out, metal bullets were embedded in the meat, and the blood and hot air were mixed with the smell of gunpowder and the aroma of burnt meat.

"Ahhhh, my king's power~" Lin Shangren exaggeratedly played a clichéd joke, "Alright, don't even think about resisting, or I can't guarantee you'll hit your head, or even your balls, next time."

Lin Shangren raised his hand and pointed, using the Eagle Finger, which was sure to hit the target, to block out Jiaolu Zhanghu's pain. At the same time, he walked towards him with his head shaking. After habitually accumulating a sure-hit attack, Lin Shangren smiled and squatted in front of Jiaolu Zhanghu, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Come, let me see what you do."

Too lazy to waste time with Kakuroka Akimoto in the material universe, Lin Shangren directly used the mind shadow to invade his consciousness world.

……

It all started with a kidnapping case involving a girl named Xiaotong. Although a serious crime, it was nothing special compared to other similar cases, and the police were simply following protocol. However, the case then took an unexpected turn.

First, the police's automatic license plate reader (N) detected the vehicle used in the kidnapping as belonging to the city of Jigsang in northern Kanto. After receiving a request for assistance from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Jigsang police conducted a search of the vehicle and discovered it was involved in several other kidnappings.

Initially, the police investigation went smoothly. Just as they were about to capture the kidnappers, the operation went awry and the criminal gang escaped. However, among their belongings, the police found even more devastating evidence: a large collection of photos of victims. The photos revealed that the victims included not only Japanese schoolgirls and housewives, but also numerous foreigners. Citizens from the Five Kind-hearted Families and several Latin American models had also been kidnapped by this criminal group.

Because the kidnapped individuals included family members of a prominent American figure, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, under diplomatic pressure, discouraged the police from taking further drastic action. While the police were scrambling, a large number of "marginalized" individuals, both Japanese and international, flocked to the Jishi City. An unidentified club posted a notice on the dark web, claiming to be hosting a free-admission, hardcore, and bizarre party in the city. Most horrifyingly, the website also posted photos of the kidnapping victims: underage children, students traveling to Japan, nuns from a welfare institution, and their adopted orphans... The website indicated that these innocent victims could be tormented and killed at will.

In theory, the police had no authority to arrest the sexual deviants gathering in the city, and could only impose a small-scale blockade of the city. While the police's actions weren't immediately effective, they were certainly better than nothing. The crowd continued to flock to the city like crazy. Even some of the police officers supporting the city began to experience some degree of psychological distress.

Finally, on the day of the planned party, the number of "thugs" gathered at the unfinished skyscraper in Jicheng reached an incredible 2,000. No matter how the police and the Self-Defense Forces tried to disperse them, they refused to leave, even with tear gas, riot control equipment, and even tanks.

The group of people were in a strange state of frenzy.

Although the police cleared the building early and sealed off all entrances and exits, an hour before the party officially began, all officers stationed in the building lost contact with headquarters, and the building's entrance was opened by unidentified individuals.

A huge crowd broke through the cordon and poured into the building. The police on the scene had no way to stop them - even if they dared to shoot, more than 2,000 mad thugs could not be dealt with by a few teams of special police.

"Those crazy people rushed into the building like zombies. I had to stop them."

Kakuroka Akimori and his team took the initiative to rush into the building with automatic rifles equipped with rubber bullets and chili powder explosion-proof projectiles to block the thugs.

The dense crowd carried the aura of bestial ferocity and brutality. Beyond these thousands of ugly waves, one could see scattered specks of white objects being torn apart like sawdust. Even more striking than the white was the crimson hue. Kakushika Akimori realized that the interwoven red and white in the distance were precisely the girls being tormented, murdered, and dismembered. At that moment, Kakushika Akimori's rage reached a breaking point.

He himself could not remember clearly what happened after that, but Lin Shangren, who was observing his memory, saw the whole process clearly: a mad good man faced a group of irrational beasts. After using up all the tools made by human rationality, he chose the most primitive weapons of mankind, using his hands, feet and teeth to fight and protect.

It was unknown how long it took, but when Kakuroka Akimoto regained his senses, he was already lying on the ground, but his limbs were still supporting him, tightly protecting the person under him... ?

Before him was a massive hunk of flesh, stained with blood, shaped like a seal or a giant caterpillar. The skin his palms touched lost heat with every moment. Finally, Kakuroka Akimoto realized that the person he was protecting was indeed a human. Even if his limbs were lost, his breasts cut off, and his facial features gouged out, it was still a human, someone he would protect even if he had to act as a human shield.

Although he had lost his facial features, his long hair and scalp had been peeled off, and he had few teeth left, judging from his figure and skeleton, he was protecting a young woman.

"I should have saved her... Please, don't die, at least let me save you..."

Amid the color of blood and the stench of organs, only innocent lives were taken away one after another.

"I can't do anything."

A feeling of powerlessness invaded Kakuroka Akihiro's consciousness.

"I can't do anything...at least, let me save her..."

The miracle didn't happen.

"I can't do anything..."

The crowd trampled on his body, and Kakuroka Akimoto lost consciousness again.

"You've done...very well." Lin Shangren said softly.

"Wake up, while I'm still awake. Let's have a good talk."

Chapter 209: The old man with the giant shark? When did he come?

"When I woke up again, it was five years later. My brain and spine had been severely damaged, and I was in a vegetative state. The doctor's original diagnosis was that even if I regained consciousness, I would not be able to walk again.

But, as you can see, not only can I walk now, I can also actively attack the witches and sinners wreaking havoc in this city.

Oh, the doctor said I was a miracle. But I never felt any joy about it. I just stared at the cruel fact that I didn't die. I should have died, just like everyone else in that incident.

Nearly thirty kidnapping victims perished, along with nearly two thousand thugs present. My brothers and I only managed to kill a few, while many more perished in the massacre and trampling. The criminal gang responsible for this incident remains missing, and the case has become the biggest scandal in Japanese police history. And then... a strange disaster called "Witch" appeared in Shelf City, wiping the entire city off the map.

At this point, everyone involved in the crime, save for the mastermind, and even the very place where it took place, are 'dead.' No one knows who created that hellish scene, or for what purpose. The truth remains untold, yet no one disputes it. The state has drawn a circle, imprisoning the innocent victims of that day in this city, inaccessible to ordinary people. No one now looks back on those girls who were raped and torn apart, or on my comrades who died in despair..."

In the world of consciousness, Kakuroka Akimoto recounted this with a self-deprecating smile: "But I survived, and it happened to be me... I have to do something..."

"So you came to the Shelf City, which has become a place of sin."

In the world of consciousness, Lin Shangren waved his right hand and showed Jiaolu Zhanghu the scenes he saw in Kara's memory fragments and the appearances of several witches he had seen.

"Kidnappings, bloody and brutal parties, possessed thugs... After that bloody and brutal mass, a witch with power unmatched by mortals appeared, and the city gradually turned into the cesspool it is today."

Under Lin Shangren's control, the figure of the white-haired and horned witch Gloria overlapped with the image of the athletic girl with wheat-colored skin wearing fitness clothes in Kara's memory fragments.

"As a witness to the case, you've noticed, right? The witches and the women who were victimized have similar appearances." Lin Shangren continued, "These murderous witches today are the innocent victims."

"Yes. I discovered this when I saw the witch's photo circulating online. But, strangely, when I told my former superior about this, he said it didn't look like her at all. Furthermore, all the photos of the victims from that case have disappeared, and the victims' families have even forgotten the case, the fact that their loved ones were kidnapped. This is very wrong... That's why I'm going to the city to investigate.

It took me two years to get fit, prepare my equipment, and find helpers before I officially entered the city two months ago."

Kakuroka Akimoto said,

"It's clear that I can't deal with the witch with my abilities, so I can only look for a breakthrough from the human criminal organizations in Kanto's evil magic district."

"Then you naturally turned your attention to the city's largest criminal organization, Zhimen," Lin Shangren said, "and then..."

"And then I found this."

Jiaolu Zhanghu also raised his hand like Lin Shangren, trying hard to imagine a picture in his mind. Then, what he imagined really appeared in front of him. It was a silver-gray Mazda.

"It's the same car. That group of people must be related to the Zhimen Organization. That's why... I started hunting members of the Zhimen Organization. I attacked you because your outfit and the way you swung around were very similar to those of a cadre of the Zhimen Organization." Kakuroka Akimoto explained.

"Wouldn't it be better to just start with assassination and revenge, rather than first arresting a few influencers and interrogating them, and then investigating the connection between the Zhimen Organization and the kidnapping case seven years ago?" Lin Shangren asked, "Wouldn't that be too hasty?"

Without waiting for Kakuroka Akimoto's reply, Lin Shangren continued, "But it doesn't matter anyway. Everyone in this city, except for the victims of trafficking and other innocent people, deserves to die. Shoot first, ask questions later."

"This……"

"Do you want to come with me?" Lin Shangren asked again.

"what?"

"Follow me and turn this stinking ditch into a sea of ​​fire."

Lin Shangren snapped his fingers and left Jiaolu Zhanghu's spiritual world. When Jiaolu Zhanghu opened his eyes again, his right hand, which had been shattered by the explosion, had recovered as before, and two submachine guns were thrown at his feet.

"Your power is too weak, so make this one, this one, stronger."

As he spoke, Lin Shangren pulled out a US Army M2 flamethrower from the shadows. He kicked the bottle assembly of this "small familiar machine" and continued, "This is genuine WWII US military equipment. I just picked it up from Okinawa last week. It's sturdy and durable, safe and reliable... probably."

"what?"

"What are you standing there for? Put it on your back and follow me. I'm not asking you to die. Just be a mood-setter on the battlefield." Lin Shangren said.

"No... Who are you? What are you going to do?" Kakuroka Akimoto asked in confusion.

"Didn't I tell you I'm going to take you to set fire to that illegal building over there?"

Seeing that Jiaolu Zhanghu was reluctant to move, Lin Shangren used the black shadow to carry the flamethrower on his back, and at the same time hung the two daggers and submachine guns on his shoulders.

"As for who I am..."

"Click~"

With Lin Shangren's snap of his fingers, the black shadow completely enveloped him and Jiaolu Zhanghu. The next moment, they appeared on the ground floor of the Zhimen Organization building, among a group of fellow Taoists who were buying and enjoying powder.

"what?!"

Before Jiaolu Zhanghu could figure out the situation, Lin Shangren beside him had already drawn his two guns and started an indiscriminate death roll.

"What are you standing there for? Why don't we just start the fire?" Lin Shangren said as he sheathed Jiao Luzhang with a layer of "physical immunity" black shadow. "You've been strengthened, hurry up."

Jiaolu Zhanghu simply couldn't understand Lin Shangren's purpose. Since you can teleport, and your fighting power seems to be comparable to those witches, why don't you teleport directly to the front of the gate and capture the leader first? Why do you have to start from the first floor? What's the point of all this meaningless killing? This isn't Bruce Lee's "Game of Death."

If Lin Shangren was normal at this time, he would definitely do what Jiaolu Zhanghu wanted, but at this time he started to go crazy again - "Sage Time" is a skill that acts on subjective consciousness. Although Lin Shangren's time in the material universe has not exceeded the two hours of the skill's effectiveness period, he has stayed in Jiaolu Zhanghu's consciousness world for a long time.

After seeing the tragic scenes in Kakuroka Akimoto's memory, Lin Shangren was also quite angry. The feeling of watching the people he was supposed to save being slaughtered, and being powerless to do anything, was similar to the feeling of helplessness Lin Shangren had experienced before, watching howitzers continue to destroy those thatched huts and the lives of the children he taught, while he had only a pitchfork in his hand.

He desperately needed to kill a bunch of damned beasts to calm his slightly agitated mood. Apparently displeased with the slow pace of firearms and the lack of ritual in magic, Lin Shangren finally drew his sword, transformed into a "limb-jointing noble," and charged into the panicked, fleeing crowd.

"Come, come, come! You disgusting bastards, you damned pests, all of you will die under my Water Bird Dance!!"

Looking at Lin Shangren who seemed to be a bit extreme, Jiaolu Zhanghu didn't know what to do. He had to light the flamethrower in his hand and clean up the flying flesh and limbs everywhere.

[Next time, don’t send him to the alternate universe of the Watch Company’s worldview…]

Ashrose, who had already woken up and was quietly watching the show, thought so.

Chapter 210 Help her out!

The 30th floor of the Zhimen Organization Building.

In the center of this floor is a hollow area, surrounded by an open corridor with one-way glass. The compartments of this corridor are the prison where the Zhimen Organization holds captured witches.

The prison's interior is composed of flesh-colored walls made of the flesh and mucus of demonic maggots, with human limbs and tentacles growing from them. The witches imprisoned are either physically restrained or bound with tentacles. Furthermore, the prison is equipped with various torture instruments, including iron bars, sackcloths, and tearing wheels, to ensure the imprisoned witches are not bored.

Mercenaries from the Zhimen organization patrolled the area. If they performed well enough and conditions permitted, they could have a taste of the witches—no matter how excessive they were, since witches had strong self-healing abilities and could not die.

But it is obviously a period where "conditions do not allow it". Most of the witches originally imprisoned here have been dealt with. Now there is only one witch imprisoned here, and she was caught last night.

"It feels so good. I envy you for being able to grow a man's thing."

The two witches, Sandy and Sita, walked through the corridor without paying any attention to anyone else. Sita rubbed her ribs, which were almost broken by Sandy, with a look of satisfaction, and continued, "But it's still a little short. I still want a real man."

Sita's fluffy cotton candy-like short hair fluttered gently as her body swayed, and her gem-like eyes flashed with greed. "I'm going to go out for a walk later. What should I do today? Pretend to be captured and have a good fuck with those perverted men? Well, their little dicks are too fragile. They break with just a slight pinch, and I have to use less force. I want a toy that won't break so easily."

"Then learn from me how to grow your own penis." Sandy patted Sita's shoulder. "Produce and sell it yourself. Maybe you can even get yourself pregnant."

"Forget it. I hope Irene can learn this move more than mine. Then our partnership will become as harmonious as you and little Isabel's. The black meat stick of the black-skinned witch is delicious just thinking about it."

Talking about obscene things, the two of them walked to the cell where the witch named Carol was imprisoned. Through the one-way glass, they could clearly see the bound cat witch inside the cell.

White hair, red eyes, cat ears, and a well-proportioned figure... Carol's appearance can be said to have hit the G-spot of many Chinese people.

"Poor little wild cat, let Sister Sandy teach you the joys of being a woman."

Sandy licked her lips greedily and was about to open the cell door when her sensitive sense of smell detected a strange noise downstairs.

"The smell of blood and barbecue... Are they holding a human barbecue party on the lower floors?" Sandy thought puzzledly.

Sita, who also sensed something was wrong, spoke first, "Shall I go down and take a look?"

"Let's go together." Sandy said.

"I have an ominous feeling."

Sandy only repeated this sentence in his mind and did not say it out loud.

"Maybe there's some new fun." Sita laughed and took Sandy's hand, "Let's go."

The Pangolin Witch activated her power, and the two of them disappeared into the floor, then teleported to the source of the smell, the 26th floor of the building. Then they saw a terrifying scene that looked like hell.

I saw that dozens of red-hot metal pillars, two meters high and one meter thick, had been erected on the 25th floor at some point. The mercenaries, thugs, and organ traders who originally lived on the 25th floor were trapped on the pillars in groups of two like Mexican barbecues. The aroma of meat came from these half-dead guys who were suffering from the torture of burning them alive.

"Encircling the copper pillar, one's body burned by karmic fire, while evil spirits blew winds for ten thousand years. This is the Copper Pillar Hell."

Lin Shangren, who had just set up this scene, explained loudly.

Simply killing people with weapons can easily become boring due to homogeneity and repetition. Lin Shangren became a little tired after killing the scum on the fourth floor, so he decided to find some fun for himself.

After seeing what Lin Shangren did, Jiaolu Zhanghu, who was following behind Lin Shangren as the battlefield atmosphere group, instinctively said: "It's really... hell on earth."

This remark gave Lin Shangren an idea: why not recreate the Eighteen Levels of Hell in real life? Whether it's the hells of Chinese Taoist mythology or those of Buddhism and Christianity, the methods of killing and torturing the wicked are truly imaginative. And Lin Shangren happened to have the ability to replicate them as closely as possible.

So, starting from the fifth level, Lin Shangren stopped carrying out simple massacres and instead began a unique and brutal slaughter, with things like tongues being strung with iron hooks and bacon being hung, ghosts being hanged by the neck after being gutted, and severed limbs being forced to climb a knife-like mountain... and so on. To recreate the Rat Torture Hell, this lunatic even used the "Light of Temptation" to summon a group of rats from the sewers.

Kakuroka Akimori was quite resolute. Even after witnessing so many shattered scenes, he'd still managed to follow Lin Shangren's footsteps. However, his consciousness had been nearly numbed by the constant barrage of hard work. It wasn't until he saw the two witches appear that he suddenly realized what was happening.

"Mr. Lin, be careful!"

"Don't worry, it's a small situation. As long as the opponent is dealing physical damage, they can't do anything to you or me."

As he spoke, Lin Shangren looked at the two witches, one big and one small, in front of him. Then his eyes were attracted by the pair of big breasts on Sandy's chest.

"It's still classical mechanics. The greater the mass, the greater the gravity. What a pair of big mines." Lin Shangren sighed and stuffed two "big mines" into Sandy's big mine.

The next moment, Sandy's breasts suddenly swelled and trembled for a while, and then blood gurgled out from her pointed nipples.

"Dig ass, that's a really hard bomb, even a high-explosive grenade can't break it?"

Although the fragments from the high-explosive grenade failed to penetrate Sandy's skin, the impact of the explosion did damage the fatty tissue and blood vessels in her chest, affecting her heart, liver, and lungs. This level of injury was nothing for the witch. But Sandy still looked at Lin Shangren with fear on her face: "This guy can detonate other people's organs remotely? There are still metal fragments in his chest, it's a grenade. This guy can release objects remotely! But why didn't he put the grenade in my head? Is he unable to do it? Or is he just testing me?"

Although she was apprehensive, she couldn't afford to lose in terms of momentum. Sandy tensed her body, straining her chest muscles to force out the grenade fragments lodged in her chest. Under the immense pressure, the fragments shot towards Lin Shangren and Jiaolu Zhanghu like machine gun bullets.

Then... Sita next to Sandy began to scream and roll on the ground, covering her butt.