Infinite Anime Transformed into Sky Striker

Lingyi blinked her big innocent eyes.

"...Not really."

Patchouli looked away.

"Two suggestions. First, control your behavior and stop being so bizarre. Also, pay attention to your image."

"..."

Lingyi frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I don't want to do it this way. It's just the environment that demands it."

Just like she had no interest in mountains of corpses, but because of the environment, she still built many wonders.

Because these wonders can be very effective in disciplining people's behavior.

"As for my image... well, I'll pay a little more attention to it."

Lingyi remembered that when she first came to this world, she was covered in blood all day long.

The main reason was that I was chopping heads off at the time and was too lazy to use the cleaning module to deal with the blood on my body.

"But I think there's nothing wrong with my image, right? A blonde, slender, cute beautiful girl. I'm even attracted to her myself."

"After all, when fear arises, even a girl like me will be seen as an unspeakable evil."

"Like my Hamp, I think it's very cool, and those netizens I know would definitely think it's very cool too. But for pests, Hamp can be very scary, but you can't scare them without Hamp. Only by keeping them in awe can they behave themselves."

"Anyway, you just want to hunt for novelty, right?"

Patchouli said with dead eyes.

"That's right!"

"Ha... Then my second suggestion is, can you at least come up with something that can convince people you're good? Or something that seems a little more beautiful? Just like in the previous world, people felt the fear you brought, but also felt the warmth you conveyed in their dreams."

"This way, combined with the gifts you bestow, people will believe that you are not an evil god, but a strict and kind father, oh, a kind mother."

"I understand what you mean."

Lingyi nodded in agreement.

"I hope the Lord can give me some title related to salvation, hoping it can be used in this regard."

"You just understand."

"But the Lord God never gave me this title... It seems I have to find a way to solve this problem myself. How can I gain people's favor more easily, intuitively, and quickly? But I don't have any idea yet..."

"......"

Patchouli didn't say anything, she wanted to see what Lingyi thought.

"If I could directly touch people's hearts like a succubus, or even project certain emotions into them..."

Ling Yi suddenly raised her eyes, her emerald pupils gleaming slightly. "Of course, it's not something that arouses desire, but rather something that inspires positive emotions like trust, goodwill, and goodwill."

"You mean, directly inducing or even manipulating other people's emotions?"

"Correct."

"What a stupid idea!" Patchouli frowned. "You still say you're not an evil god?"

“But it’s very convenient.”

Lingyi spread his hands helplessly.

"It's so evil."

Patchouli's tone was firm.

"But it's very convenient." Ling Yi didn't care. "As long as this power is not abused, won't it be fine?"

"..." Patchouli was silent for a moment, staring at Lingyi's serious expression, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

"How do you ensure that this power is not abused? How do you ensure that you yourself will not be corrupted by this dangerous power?"

"The ability to control people's minds is always a double-edged sword. If you are not careful, it will distort the user's original intention."

“When you start weaving an emotional spider web, how can you be sure you won’t become a monster entwined in it?”

105. For those who follow evil ways, only their corpses can be displayed to the public.

Lingyi's smile faded slightly, and he thought seriously for a moment.

Finally, she raised her head and looked directly into Patchouli's purple eyes. Her tone was solemn yet gentle: "Although this is just an idea, I haven't made up my mind yet, and I believe that my will will not be easily shaken, but you are right, Patchi - this power is indeed dangerous."

She paused, a bright smile bloomed on the corners of her lips again, without a trace of haze in her eyes, "So, if there really comes a day like that, I hope you can help me."

Ling Yi gently took Patchouli's hand, interlocking their fingers, and the fingertips conveyed a slight warmth: "Keep an eye on me. If one day I lose my way, use the magic you are best at to wake me up."

Patchouli was slightly startled, and a complex emotion flashed in her purple eyes.

She snorted softly, her tone filled with helplessness. "You think it's easy. Do you really think I have the ability to pull back a guy who's addicted to power? Not to mention that person is you."

"It doesn't matter." Ling Yi smiled even brighter and more sincerely, her emerald eyes reflecting the morning sun. "The key is to keep your eyes on me and prevent that day from coming, right?"

Patchouli narrowed her eyes slightly, and a helpless and gentle light flowed in her purple pupils.

"You really are causing trouble..."

"I'm aware of this, so if you need anything, please let me know~?"

........

The Great Purge has ended, and amidst the ruins of the apocalypse, only one horrific wonder remains.

This giant tree has the flesh and blood of zombies as its foundation, and twisted corpses are piled up into a thick trunk, emitting a strong stench of decay and death.

However, those hanging on the branches were not zombies, but those corporate people who once wore suits or dresses - their power and wealth in life have now turned into nothing, leaving only broken corpses entangled by flesh and blood vines swaying in the wind.

They once possessed wealth, status, and influence, but now? Now they were just... decorations.

Lingyi and Patchouli replicated the method used in the world of "Black Bullet" and used dreams to guide the survivors into the teleportation array.

However, the destination of the teleportation was not a safe city, but a desolate wasteland outside the city - a wilderness with giant flesh-and-blood trees.

The survivors were required to walk one kilometer through this land of death before they could reach the city through the next teleportation array.

When they stepped out of the teleportation array, the terrifying outline of the giant flesh and blood tree came into view.

Giant trees hundreds of meters high pierced the sky, their twisted branches stretched toward the sky like dead claws, and densely packed corpses hung on the branches, blocking out the sunlight.

On the tree trunks, countless hideous faces were embedded in flesh and blood. Their expressions were so vivid and terrifying, as if their souls were imprisoned here, and even after death they would suffer the torture of hell.

A breeze blew by, and it seemed as if a painful wail echoed in my ears.

The foul stench lingering in the nose makes people feel nauseous.

The survivors' reactions were overwhelming.

A young woman's legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground, covering her mouth with her hands. Her scream was choked by the sobs in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her pupils reflected the distorted face on the giant tree.

A sturdy man gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to run away. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead as he growled, "What the hell is this?!"

An old man trembled and held on to the person next to him, his lips trembling as he muttered to himself: "Oh my God... What sin have we committed to see such a thing..."

"Is this... hell?"

There were also a few people who stood there in a daze, their eyes vacant, as if their souls had been devoured by the horror of the giant tree. Their bodies were as stiff as sculptures, and only the violent rise and fall of their chests revealed their inner fear.

There were even flocks of crows circling above the giant tree.

Tens of thousands of mutated crows perched on the branches, their blood-red eyes flickering like drops of blood, staring at every survivor who passed by.

That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, making people feel a chill down their spine and filled with extraordinary fear.

There was still traces of fresh blood on their beaks, and their wings flapped with a low humming sound, like the whisper of death.

At this moment, a realization arose in the hearts of all the survivors - this giant tree was a tombstone for pests.

Those hanging corpses were once sinners who had lost their humanity, and if they follow in their footsteps, the same fate will be waiting for them on the branches.

Fear gnawed at their sanity like a poisonous snake, but it also brought a twisted warning: in these last days, the judgment of justice was not absent.

Yes—this is a warning, an oath, and an iron rule.

"If you become pests, you will be the next corpse."

Some people screamed and fell to the ground, while others' legs trembled and they were unable to move forward.

Some people covered their mouths and retched, digging their nails into their palms but feeling no pain.

Some people even became incontinent on the spot, with urine dripping down their trouser legs, but they were completely unaware.

But just when their sanity was about to collapse, people could feel a refreshing breeze blowing away the stench and slightly dispelling their fear.

Under the giant tree, a statue was emitting a gentle and white holy light.

That is the god of death who brings death and judgment, but also the loving mother who brings new life and protection.

He will give shelter to the innocent, but will not hesitate to kill vermin.

The crows tilted their heads, staring with bloodshot eyes.

The only sounds in the air were trembling breaths and suppressed, childlike sobs.

Finally...someone crawled and rolled towards the next teleportation array.

Then, everyone broke out into a frenzy and ran away in fear.

Behind them, the giant tree of flesh and blood still stood silently, like a monument, permanently recording - in this world, those who follow the evil ways can only be displayed to the public by hanging their corpses.

"..."

In the distance, Lingyi and Patchouli were watching this scene.

“It seems to be working very well.”

"If we don't intervene, at least half of these people will be frightened to death under this tree."

Patchouli reminded.

She felt that a certain Saigyo Sakura from the underworld should give up her seat and let this thing in front of her pass.

"That's right. We're intervening anyway, right?"

"...Have you chosen a manager yet?"

Patchouli didn't argue and started talking about another topic.

"This really doesn't exist."

None of the protagonists in this world is suitable for management, and Lingyi does not have the time to slowly get to know others.

"What are you going to do?"

"Let them hold their own elections and see if people can spontaneously form a sound social system. I'll be keeping an eye on them anyway, and the crows will help me keep an eye on them. I've also given them a rough template for order, so even if something goes wrong, it won't become a serious problem."

"Crow?"

Patchouli looked thoughtfully at the flock of crows in the giant tree.

This name is obviously directed at them, but such a cute name is used for them...

Lingyi also looked up at the flock of crows on the giant tree. Some of the crows looked down at him as if they were aware of something, and then tilted their heads.

"My nickname for the little guys."

........

ps: By the way, apart from anything else, the OP of Black Bullet is still very nice.

Slash, Scarlet Eyes

106. Listen to the calls of countless suffering people from afar

After gathering all the survivors from around the world to the last refuge city, Lingyi also brought Busujima Saeko, Takagi Saya and others into the city.

The dust from the ruins has not yet settled, and people who have just arrived in this city are still at a loss.

Everyone stood on the high platform, overlooking the city baptized by the fire of karma, and the truth about the "cleansing of the world" echoed in their ears.

"Actually... are you really going to cleanse the entire world?"