Chapter 836

And then there was...

Akagi Ritsuko carefully looked back; more than a dozen display cases on one side, inward from the black hair display case, were all marked with the number NF637—n something.

They should all be containment objects from that rule-based horror story, or rule-based vengeful spirit world.

Among them, the number belonging to the black hair was 009, and those display cases were 017 to 001; at least eight were more dangerous than this vengeful spirit that could kill gods in dreams.

Akagi Ritsuko looked up.

Display case 012, inside was the layout of a Japanese urban woman's room from the 1980s, quite with a sense of the era.

A kimono was hung neatly by the bed, and red high heels were placed upside down under the foot of the bed, bright red as if dripping with blood, deeply branded in her heart.

Feeling something, Akagi Ritsuko immediately turned her head away, shifting her focus.

The panic and oppression in her heart slowly faded. At this moment, she happened to meet Kaji Ryoji's eyes, and both saw the fear in the other's eyes.

Clearly, Kaji Ryoji was also observing and memorizing.

The two tacitly looked back at others, but most of the rule-based vengeful spirits seemed not to have a definite form; at a glance, it was empty, only the reflection of themselves in the glass display case...

Akagi Ritsuko leaned back suddenly, grabbing Katsuragi Misato's hem tightly.

"..., what..."

Katsuragi Misato shuddered, just wanting to ask, but her voice stopped abruptly, and she grabbed Kaji Ryoji with a pale face.

In the display case over there, another Akagi Ritsuko was standing inside.

But unlike the terrified one beside her, she seemed to realize she had been exposed, her smile gradually fading, and she looked at this side quietly like a lifeless object.

Beside her, another terrified Kaji Ryoji was being dragged into the deep abyss by countless hands.

And the moment she looked up, a new person appeared beside that "Akagi Ritsuko"—that was... her?!!!

Wait, if Ryoji was dragged down, then the one beside me...

In an instant.

Katsuragi Misato felt a strange stiffness in the shoulder her hand was pressing on, as if it were as rigid as a dead person.

Her thinking became dazed, and she felt with horror that in her mind, the past Kaji Ryoji was turning into this expressionless posture.

A huge sense of fear devoured her; it was the fear that everything about herself was about to be replaced and devoured.

At this time.

"Close your eyes."

The young man's faint voice came through, as if piercing through the deep sea, pulling them up: "That is the 'God of Bonding,' symbolizing humanity's deepest fear, which is the destruction of one's own uniqueness."

"It has no definite form; you think it is what it is, but when you recognize 'it,' you will form a connection with it."

"But it won't endanger your life; it will just drag you into the deep abyss of the unknown... well, actually, it's just the depths of the memories of all living beings."

"And it will put on your soul, drape your flesh, replace your causality, become the new you, and thus constantly perfect itself."

"In fact, wanting to give 'Nightmare' the ability to think is precisely because of its existence."

"Yes, as long as the base is large enough, there will always be exceptions; it is the only existence among rule-based vengeful spirits that can think."

"Of course, it has no human emotions."

The young man looked amazed at the wonder of the world.

Everyone present only felt creeped out and also wanted to go to the bathroom.

Damn it, just listening to it made them want to pee.

There is nothing more terrifying than something that truly replaces everything about you.

And this kind of thing, among these seventeen display cases, only ranks eighth, just one place higher than that black hair codenamed "Nightmare."

In an instant.

Everyone retreated in unison, silently squeezing behind the young man.

"In fact, when we discovered it, it had already replaced 90% of that world's population, as well as 80% of the animals; the lively and noisy cities were essentially all it performing."

"Once it completely replaces all spiritual life in that world, returning from ten thousand to one, perhaps it will really become a life, a great macroscopic life form on another level."

The young man felt a little regretful.

Everyone present, and even the audience in the live broadcast room, imagined it slightly: a boundless world, looking lively, looking bustling and noisy, full of love and family affection in the human world...

But in fact, it was just a cold mechanism without emotions performing, so they thanked Brother Luo Shu and Chaldea from the bottom of their hearts for not letting this terrifying thing succeed.

"Don't look around randomly next time; it's still a bit dangerous for you here... I originally wanted to introduce you to the local customs, but forget it now, I'll take you directly to the destination."

The young man slapped the expressionless Kaji Ryoji.

Immediately.

In everyone's vision, the ground beneath his feet seemed to become a transparent ripple, with another desperate and terrified Kaji Ryoji standing in the opposite direction.

Immediately after, one slowly sank, and one slowly rose.

Kaji Ryoji's terrified expression also gradually turned into surprise, as he climbed up, supporting the ground with tears streaming down, breathing violently.

That deep abyss, that fear of sinking into the depths of memory and only being able to watch one's past being constantly covered and changed.

It completely exceeded the acceptance limit of an elite like him.

This simply couldn't be summarized by mere death.

But even so, he used his exhausted body to crawl up and follow the team.

He didn't want to stay in this demon cave for even a moment.

452. The Real Luo Shu, the Meaning of Chaldea Investigator!

Walking in the front, the young man glanced at the pale and shaken group of people and said faintly: "Do you think horror stories are harder to deal with than Demon God Beasts?"

The group, still having lingering fears, was stunned.

Gradually calming down, they recovered their ability to think.

Rule-based horror stories, or should they be called ancient "weirdness"?

In short, although it gave people a greater sense of feeling and psychological pressure, and was more creepy to emotional life forms like humans.

But one thing to say, if the reaction and observation were high enough, even ordinary people had a possibility of survival.

But Demon God Beasts were different; if you couldn't beat them, you couldn't beat them, and all of humanity combined would only have to wait for death.

From the young man's tone, that cosmic weirdness had existed for heaven knows how many years, but humanity seemed to still exist, even maintaining a basic civilization.

For humanity, it seemed that Demon God Beasts were indeed more terrifying?

That was truly a situation where if Chaldea hadn't descended, the entire human civilization would have fallen into the deepest despair.

"Without a good mindset and a strong ability to accept and adapt, I suggest you go back where you came from?"

"Currently, too many worlds have fallen into despair, and too many people in worlds facing terrifying disasters need elites who can bring hope to pan-multiversal humanity with strong beliefs."

Saying this, the young man looked at Kitahara Iori, who was wiping cold sweat.

For example, this kind of protagonist clan.

Immediately.

Everyone, including Asuka, cast their gazes toward Kitahara Iori.

"At this time, it's really time to drink some oolong tea to calm down..."

Kitahara Iori, who didn't know where he pulled out oolong tea to drink, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out a cup of brown oolong tea from behind: "Want some?"

Is this the adaptability of a veteran?

Such a thought popped into everyone's minds.

At this time.

"Give it to me, thanks."

Kaji Ryoji, whose face was still a bit pale, stepped forward to take it, grabbed the cup and poured half a cup into his mouth, and this ace double-agent turned his head and said: "Mr. Kitahara also experienced these in his own world..."

Halfway through his words, his expression changed, and his pale cheeks flushed with a scorching heat visible to the naked eye.

??

Kaji Ryoji looked at the half cup of oolong tea and silently took out a lighter and clicked it on.

Bang~.

A cluster of bright blue flames rose up.

Damn it.

What the hell is oolong tea, this is at least eighty-degree mixed bar, right?

Kaji Ryoji couldn't hold it, crushing the water cup with a ferocious face, already feeling dizzy and tinnitus, a burst of nausea: "Oolong tea?!!!!"

Medical alcohol is only seventy-five degrees!

Kitahara Iori looked blank: "Yeah, is the color different?"