Killing this family is not the difficult part, it does not even qualify as a good show, and as a game, it has absolutely no challenge, which does not meet your expectations. So, since you forced me to act this way, it means their family must be hiding some problem that would catch me off guard and unable to respond, or even cause me to suffer a backlash. I fear only such an ending could be called the good show you speak of, am I right?
Hearing Lynch's rapid-fire, loud exposure, the young lady in fancy clothes narrowed her eyes, covering her face with her black fan and smiling without a word.
However, both the husband and wife are dead, and although they died in a disgusting way, it can hardly be called a thorny situation for me; at most, it is just a little surprising. If this counts as a good show, then your sense of humor is far too low. Therefore, the only possibility is that the problem lies with Nara. Coincidentally, this child reeks of abnormality from head to toe.
After Luke read that book of the Goddess of the Black Fan, if my previous judgment is correct, the normal process should be that Luke is affected first. He starts having those strange dreams, which then spread to his wife and daughter. But in reality, Luke is fine, and it is Nara who starts dreaming first, as if she were the source of the infection. This is fundamentally abnormal; I felt suspicious from the start, so I have been observing.
From the moment I broke into the house, she did not react like a normal child. She cried and threw a tantrum, but it was done quite perfunctorily. Even when her parents died in front of her, she only cried symbolically to go through the motions; she was more curious and observant. What kind of child acts like that? More importantly, her parents did not find anything strange about it at all, just as others do not find anything strange about this city.
If I only harbored suspicions at that point, her two warnings afterward made me completely certain that she had a problem. First she warned me, then she warned her father, as if she were terrified that our conflict would not be intense enough. Unless the intention was to provoke us, even the stupidest person would not do such a thing. But it was precisely this anomaly that made me realize there was another explanation for my initial doubts.
The book Luke read was not without effect; perhaps the thing that creates the influence simply used him as a guide to take effect directly on Nara, and then Nara passed it on to others. If that is truly the case, then that thing is still on Nara. If I fire a shot, what exactly will come out?
Perhaps she is just a little child. Won't you know once you pull the trigger? Cowardly and timid, you don't even dare to pull the trigger, wasting everything we prepared for you.
The eyes behind the round fan seemed full of laughter, yet her gaze was cold, and her voice was seductive yet made one shudder:
I have already given you the chance to choose. Since you do not want to end the game easily, then die here.
As she spoke, she waved her hand. The five men in black behind her suddenly began to swell and distort, turning into the spider-shaped monsters encountered earlier. The monsters brandished their sharp claws and tentacles, circling toward Lynch.
Are you certain I will die?
Lynch stepped back again, having already reached the edge of the stone slab. The slab was not flush with the ground but raised, like a platform white as jade. Nara had been crawling and playing on it earlier, but now that it had absorbed blood, the platform had completely turned into a phantom image, with the shadow of the city vaguely appearing on its surface.
Stop him.
The girl with the black fan seemed to finally be getting anxious, shouting loudly, and the several monsters closing in suddenly accelerated, approaching rapidly.
Heh, don't even think about it.
Lynch made a move as if to jump onto the slab, but suddenly gave a cold laugh. With a flick of his wrist, he smashed two bottles of Flame Oil onto the ground. As they exploded, he activated his ring, allowing his body to turn into flames and merge with the explosion. This left the five monsters completely without a target, forcing them to pounce into the sea of fire.
Meanwhile, Lynch, who had been in the sea of fire, had already used the lightness of his flame-formed body to move at high speed. He appeared instantly before the girl with the black fan. The humanoid figure composed of flames was gradually returning to solid form, and a half-phantom, half-solid fist, trailing long flames, slammed heavily toward the girl's face.
Bang.
Astonishment still lingered in the girl's eyes when the flaming fist hit its mark, smashing viciously into the bridge of her nose.
For Clara. A straight punch to the eyes.
For Luke. A hook punch to the face.
For myself. A revolver then appeared in his palm, and he fired three shots at the girl's face.
In the blink of an eye, the girl was blown away on the spot. Everything happened too fast; the monsters could not even react in time and could only turn their heads, watching this with shock.
However, just as the girl flew backward, his cane turned into a multi-jointed whip, wrapped around her, and dragged her back by force. This was followed by a vicious knee strike that smashed into her face.
You still want to toy with me, still want to trick me into jumping in myself.
The cane stabbed fiercely into the monster girl's stomach.
That clearly looks like an altar, do you think I don't know where an altar leads?
With a wave of his left hand, he stuffed the last bottle of Flame Oil into the gaping wound.
Klin had ten times my experience and strength; if it were really this simple, he would have escaped long ago. How could he have become a twisted one?
He shoved the muzzle directly into the wound and fired three more flame bullets in rapid succession. As they burst, they detonated the Flame Oil inside the wound, turning the girl with the black fan into a massive, raging fireball.
I...
Roar!
Lynch was about to continue his attack when the burning fireball suddenly exploded. The girl's body swelled several times over, and the shockwave blew Lynch away. When the dust settled, the girl with the black fan had transformed into a three-meter-tall humanoid monster, bloated all over and waving tentacles from its back, just as Lynch had glimpsed with his intuition earlier.
The open flames on the monster's body had been extinguished, but it was still emitting wisps of white smoke. Its skin was charred, cracked, and blackened, revealing the fresh, rotting flesh beneath. The air was filled with the scent of scorched carrion, which looked quite appetizing.
Roar.
The bloated monster girl roared in anger again, raising her materialized tentacles toward the sky, and then they stabbed down viciously at Lynch from all directions.
There was nowhere to escape, but Lynch's eyes brightened. His expression carried a look of excitement and madness as he gripped his cane tightly. His back was straight as a rod, and he suddenly stepped forward, spread his arms, and tilted his head back, striking a defenseless pose.
Come on, do you dare?
Bang, the tentacles fell.
Dust, tentacles, flying soil, and weeds completely engulfed the proudly standing Lynch. The dust became instantly silent.
Hehehehe, as expected, I bet correctly.
Amidst the chaos, Lynch's dark but confident laughter suddenly rang out. As the dust gradually cleared, the tentacles had all grazed past Lynch, smashing into the mud on the ground.
But Lynch, in the center, was completely unharmed. He tipped his hat and bowed slightly to the bloated monster.
Since even Mr. Klin with such extensive experience could not escape, I felt that the method of departure must exceed a normal person's cognition—at least enough to make a normal person afraid to try it easily until they were completely distorted.
And the only option I could think of that fits is to find life in death.
As he spoke, Lynch pulled out his pistol, aimed it at his forehead, and said with a cold sneer:
The simplest way to leave is to pull the trigger right here, right? That is correct. I said it, I have already seen through you all.
The massive monster did not continue its threat but instead retreated a few steps under Lynch's aura.
Too bad, I won't do that, because I am not having a good time being toyed with right now.
Lynch put away his pistol quite casually, clenched his fist, and said with a wry smile, "I said it before: you announce the start of the game, but I am the one who decides when the game ends. I haven't had enough fun yet."
Lynch slowly lit a pipe of soul-returning grass, took a deep breath, and then suddenly pointed at the petite figure to the side. It was little Nara, who had been watching with great interest.
Come out, you hiding thing. I have already found the way to leave, and I have already guessed that, other than letting myself be corrupted, only your appearance can destroy my soul in this world and let me die here. Hehehe, now the positions are swapped. I will give you a choice: whether you can keep me here forever depends on whether you, a lowly and vicious evil god who only dares to crawl in the dark and peep, dare to face the blasphemy of a mortal yourself.
Saying this, he turned around, fired a shot at the statue, and then stared at Nara's small body with a provocative, cold sneer.
Heh, a mortal looking directly at the supreme—although it is only a status, such a request is rarely heard. Then, I shall satisfy you.
A mature female voice emanated from Nara's body—it was that same cold voice from earlier. Then, she performed the motion of covering her face with a fan. The next moment, in Lynch's field of vision, Nara's body suddenly grew, and in an instant, she turned into a mature noblewoman with the same image as the statue, her eyes fixed on him with cold, indifferent mockery.
The moment the noblewoman revealed her form, the surrounding monsters suddenly let out a series of screams, and then their flesh began to melt and disappear rapidly, turning into a cloud of red mist that merged into the noblewoman's body. Only the bloated monster that the girl with the black fan had turned into was now shivering and crawling at the noblewoman's feet.
As for Lynch, the moment he saw the noblewoman, his entire spirit suddenly shook, and a powerful sense of impact rushed toward him.
Light and shadow shifted, and it was as if an endless stream of bizarre knowledge was pouring into his soul. His brain was in severe pain, and his soul was expanding wildly, as if it might shatter at any moment.
A mortal looking directly at an evil god must pay the price. Even with the assistance of the soul-returning grass, Lynch nearly collapsed on the spot, merging with the noblewoman just like the other monsters.
But Lynch did not panic; instead, he revealed a grim smile.
You are the ones being toyed with this time.
You have fallen for it.
Thank you for your cooperation, and then, goodbye.
Saying this, Lynch gently exhaled a puff of smoke. In coordination with his action, a dazzling, brilliant crimson moon rose from behind him.
Divine Authority has finished charging on site, and the crimson light shines once more.
Lynch leaped up fiercely, his fist trailing the moonlight, and slammed it down toward the noblewoman's face.
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