The Strange Adventures of Hearn the Believer

Sure enough.

Aoko nodded, understanding dawning on her.

So, what needs to be done next is quite obvious.

Go to the dog cafe, go to the dog cafe, go to the dog cafe! You can trust the employees at the dog cafe; it's the only place they can't set foot in.

[Believe in Golden Retrievers. Golden Retrievers bite those who can be saved, Golden Retrievers bite those who cannot be saved. The existence of Golden Retrievers is the key to suppressing "it," the barking of Golden Retrievers is the alarm bell to drive "it" away, the barking of Golden Retrievers is a lament for the dead.]

The information left by our predecessors is simple and easy to understand, and some of it has already been verified.

If you follow the rules, escaping this eerie underwater labyrinth shouldn't be difficult.

Next, we're going to the dog cafe.

The map left by the predecessor marked the addresses of three dog cafes, which were the only three safe zones in the area, places that "it" could not set foot in.

The staff at the dog cafe are trustworthy.

The golden retriever in the dog café can suppress "its" power.

The presence of a Golden Retriever is the key to suppressing "it," its barking is the alarm bell to drive "it" away, and its barking is a lament for the dead.

Wandering through the "crowd" that resembled a parade of demons, Aozaki Aoko strode towards the nearest "dog cafe," drawing one explosive magic trick after another in the empty shop.

After finishing her work at one store, Aoko set off for another.

Behind Aoko, a river of dark golden shadows flowed continuously, and the wails of dying creatures echoed constantly, but she ignored them all the way and never looked back once, until she arrived at the next empty coffee shop and began to replicate the magic process from the last time.

Absurd and nonsensical scenes unfold everywhere in this labyrinth at the bottom of the lake.

The girl wearing blue cat ears walked recklessly through the maze-like corridors, which resembled a procession of demons, as if no one else was there. The demons dressed in orange ignored her and paid her no heed, yet silently made way for her to pass through.

A river of inky shadows, carrying countless golden eyes, flowed, following in the footsteps of the girl.

Just as the first demon thought it had unintentionally yielded, the pitch-black river, carrying golden eyeballs, instantly transformed into a gaping maw and swallowed it whole.

The fragile balance was thus shattered.

As chaos and panic began to spread through the labyrinthine corridors, more and more third-rate actors revealed their weaknesses and were swallowed up by the ever-present shadows.

Aoko could hear the mournful howls behind her, like curses, and the dense chewing sounds like the tides, while the world in front of her was completely quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, Aoko finally arrived at the main dog café, which was closest to the outermost side. At that moment, there was no "person" around her, only an absurd silence.

However, none of this mattered to her.

Everything is arranged; there is only one thing left to do.

Absolute self-driven, ruthless rationality banishes all lagging emotions, leaving only experience and action to bridge the gap between ability and goals.

Aoko has always lived this way, ever since she was forced to detach herself from her ordinary daily life half a year ago—and she has no intention of changing this style of doing things for the time being.

The pre-engraved magic formula is regarded as a mechanical creation, and magic is the high-energy fuel that drives the machine.

He first remotely activated the engraved explosion magic, then raised his right hand and pointed it directly at the coffee shop's main store in front of him.

Deep in the distant corridor, two sharp explosions rang out, and the azure magic cannon fired from Aoko's right hand in an instant.

Thus, the three coffee shops hidden deep in the underwater labyrinth of the lake were reduced to dust.

Chapter 138 The Cyan Hero (Part 9)

I opened my eyes; my long-awaited nap was over.

The peaceful Black Forest was deserted, with only dim golden lights remaining.

Arrogant woman,

Naive half-baked

Stubborn fool,

And, there are still lucky ones who can be saved.

Has that guy already left?

That's only natural.

The fairy tales in the Black Forest are all the same, the sins in the Black Forest are countless, the bones in the Black Forest are piled up like mountains, the last words in the Black Forest are stained with blood, and the monsters in the Black Forest slumber deep within the Black Forest...

Clues are everywhere; anyone with a bit of sense could figure them out, right?

Moreover, she is a very shrewd outsider.

Even without his help, they could eventually escape this maze by exploiting loopholes in the rules.

Then, like those mysterious outsiders, they were thrown by the old hag to be fed to the barrier.

That barrier, ugh, what a troublesome thing.

The principle behind its construction is not unusual; the problem lies in the foundation upon which it is built.

Dragons, or rather, the tentacles of nature, the nerve endings of the planet.

That's the only thing he has to avoid right now.

The challenge he faced was actually a game, a game of deception that fooled the planet's consciousness.

A colossal lie.

The moment his lie is exposed, he will lose the right to seek revenge.

Therefore, all emotions are superfluous until the revenge is over.

Only an actor without emotion can finish performing this clumsy "Hamlet," but how easy is it to be an actor without emotion?

The old witch had already become suspicious, and the three dead golden retrievers that had been brought in were evidence of that.

That wasn't some adorable golden retriever; it was the root of a dragon, the spirit of the planet.

Even though I was unwilling, I had to admit that the old witch was very cunning.

The ability to lure the planet's tentacles to guard it, even if it was just an unintentional act during his past achievements, has now become a real hindrance to him.

Headache.

Everything needs to be considered carefully.

The time gained from the last conflict is running out.

The apparent status of being a prisoner could not lull the old hag into a false sense of security for long, especially since he had been quietly brainwashing a large group of his lackeys right under her nose during this time.

These weaklings are useless except for filling the account. In a fight, they can only bully the little guys or hide in the back and cheer. If they are used as cannon fodder at a critical moment, they will become a laughing stock.

It would be great if we could capture a few decent individuals.

For example, that reckless and clueless woman from before.

Although her magic skills can only be described as regrettable, after observing her for a long time, it is not difficult to see that both her confident and fearless behavior and the results of probing her circuitry through the borrowed magic indicate that the high school girl does indeed possess some kind of extremely rare, even unique mystery, which is why she was mysteriously hidden in this godforsaken place.

If we could obtain that, it would undoubtedly become another heavyweight bargaining chip in the future revenge gamble, and might even play a decisive role...

Oh dear, what are you thinking about?

The believer sat up from the sofa and slapped herself to wake herself up.

His mother had taught him not to be a bad child who was untrustworthy and went back on his word.

Since they had already decided to let that older sister go, they even prepared a secret tool that would allow her to instantly disappear after taking one step out of the underwater maze, sending her back to where she came from and back to her own home and mother.

That is, the whimsical light blue cat ear headband.

If she carries that thing, the [Sea] that is waiting in the mortal world will follow her like a shadow. Although she will inevitably be frightened at first, that girl is a very smart woman and will surely be able to quickly determine that the [Sea] is harmless to her.

So what is there to worry about? What is there to be concerned about?

Instead of wasting time overthinking, you should go back to your cell and figure out how to lure the dog in next time to kill it.

That's right.

This is the question I should be thinking about.

I hate those tactless, impolite women who like to rub people's faces all the time! Get lost!

……

The believer gently pushed open the door of the philosophy building area near the center of the lake, peeked out, and saw that the previously crowded corridor was empty.

He walked into the empty corridor, took one last look at the direction leading to the ground, and after confirming that it was quiet there, shook his head before stepping onto the other side.

The north gate of the philosophy building area faces his little nest, a prison cell that is usually sealed off by nine metal doors.

But that's all in the past now. Most of the underwater facilities are in the form he'd like, except for those three damn coffee shops with dead golden retrievers tied up.

Headache.

His acting skills are still terrible.

The hardness of the heart is also a factor.

The believer stood at the edge of the corridor leading to the prison cell, once again succumbing to the phantom pain in her forehead.

Even a seemingly innocent outsider made him revise his intentions several times.

If things continue like this, we simply can't outmaneuver those old monsters who have been playing with the lives and deaths of mortals for thousands of years.

However, corresponding countermeasures have already been drafted recently.

The first step to changing yourself is to make yourself believe.

The first step to making yourself believe is to make yourself forget.

If one person isn't enough, then why not just divide them into three?

If an actor can only play one role, wouldn't it be better to just send out several actors to play different roles?

Didn't the old witch want obedient children?

Then give her a good child.

How can you have a good child and not a bad one?

Then let's arrange the episode where the good kid turns into a bad kid.

Having good children and bad children is not enough, because children are very easily tamed by their environment. There must be a monster hiding in the shadows, always keeping a clear head, responsible for cleaning up after the good children and bad children.

He knew very well what the old witch expected, and he also knew very well what he needed.

The old hag wanted a fully controllable remote control, while he wanted an iron coffin that could completely seal off this land.

When Gaia's tentacles can no longer reach this land, his colossal lie will be officially complete.

Now, one more nail is needed, a nail called "Hope," which will firmly nail the old hag to this land until the Iron Curtain falls.

The plan has been drawn up; now we need to find a suitable opportunity.

In the past six months of observation, the woman named Asakura seems to have an unusual obsession with my mother; she seems like a plausible confidante...

Ok?

Why did you take this out?

The believer's gaze fell on her left hand, where a small, black-covered notebook lay... Wait, that wasn't his notebook, though it was similar in size and thickness.

So that's it, it was the Black Forest Ghost Story that I had on hand when I woke up.

Because it was about the same size as his diary, and because he had been thinking about countermeasures since waking up, he didn't feel anything was wrong with holding it.

Come to think of it, that guy probably only realized what was going on after reading this book, and then he ran away in fright, right?

She can run really fast...

The believer recalled the scene of being dragged along the corridor like a kite by her, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, and she chuckled to herself.

It's better to put it back.

Bookshelves should be kept tidy.

Speaking of which, the birdcage in the philosophy building also needs some repairs...

While pondering this, the believer casually flipped open the cover of the book "Tales of the Black Forest" in her hand.

On the title page, there is a piece of elegant handwriting.

"Ok?"

...Well, although I really wanted to write something positive like, "The big monster should lower its stance, open its heart to the animal friends in the forest from the beginning, unite all the animals in the forest, and work together to prevent the disaster from happening and achieve a happy ending."