Chapter 207: Yūmi Island (Part Thirteen)
Chapter 207: Yūmi Island (Part Thirteen)
The followers seemed unaware and continued chanting. In reality, at this point, they were no longer considered “human.” Something else had completely taken over their bodies from deep within.
“Wait a moment. Get ready to hide.”
Fang Jing’s fists gradually clenched. His eyes showed a cold and unfeeling expression.
“The ‘Seal of the Asura Hand’ gives 0.01 Stamina Attribute for every mutated life form it kills. It might be a small amount, but it adds up over time.”
He licked his lips. Looking at these followers, he felt as if he could see a 0.01 symbol floating above each of their heads.
He had been worried about the ceiling for his attribute values recently. He was trying to raise all his points to the maximum. He wondered if this method could break through his own attribute limits.
Whoosh!
A dark shadow cut through the curtain of rain. It was a huge, arm-thick tentacle covered in glowing spots.
This flesh-whip-like tentacle swung with surprising force. But Fang Jing simply raised his hand and caught it.
His right hand was covered in dark cursed flames. The moment he grabbed the tentacle, the flames ignited it and spread rapidly.
A fist came straight at him—it was Fang Jing’s own fist. His clenched fist seemed as if cast from steel, solid and unified. It moved like a flash of lightning and smashed into the follower’s body with a loud bang, piercing straight through his chest and back.
Some broken pieces of tentacle fell to the ground, squirming slowly.
Even with a gaping hole in his chest, the follower could still struggle and move. But Fang Jing grabbed his head with his other hand and lifted the man up.
“I don’t know if gods exist in this world, but you are no longer human now.”
He felt no pity for these followers whose bodies had been taken over. In an instant, he crushed the man’s skull and tossed him aside casually. The corpse flew toward the crowd.
Several glowing tentacles made of tendons and muscles lashed out like whips, shattering the man’s body in mid-air.
The next moment, several figures leaped up, each jumping four or five meters high, charging toward the center.
Fang Jing gave a cold smile. His body turned into a blur. With several loud impacts from his fists, something in the air exploded like a balloon, raining blood down.
These followers who tried to ambush him were killed by Fang Jing’s punches before they even hit the ground.
These “monsters” were even weaker than Corpse Hounds. Also, they were different from Corpse Hounds. Corpse Hounds, being Nocturnal Species, were transformed from human corpses. These monsters were more like parasitic beings.
“Their strength isn’t great. Their regeneration ability is probably lower than Corpse Hounds too. They also don’t seem very intelligent. The only thing worth noting is… that ability to create a Mirror Image Space.”
He swung his fist and sent one of the followers flying. The follower crashed into the ruins of a nearby building. The entire outer brick wall shattered. Bricks, wood chips, cement, and small debris flew everywhere.
“However, so far, only that guy ‘Tomatsu’ seemed somewhat intelligent after being parasitized. It seems not all Parasitic Entities can use that Mirror Image Space ability.”
With another slap, he shattered a Parasitic Entity’s jaw. The next second, raging black flames burned the Parasitic Entity’s internal organs to ashes.
He shifted his stance. With a casual, reinforced punch to an enemy’s body, he could collapse their chest. A punch to the head would make it burst open.
He didn’t need any special techniques. The movements of these Parasitic Entities were slow as turtles. In his eyes, they were just moving targets.
Skills, moves, experience, strategies—none of that was necessary when dealing with such trash. It was all redundant.
He freely charged into the crowd. With the Seal of the Asura Hand, it was like a wolf among sheep.
Swish! His hand swept across a Parasitic Entity’s neck.
The next moment, the Parasitic Entity felt the world spinning. He looked up and saw a headless body collapse on the ground, blood gushing out. A mass of black flames consumed the entire body.
Even as his head hit the ground, his eyes remained wide open. In the blink of an eye, his head caught fire too.
Kase Mi and Sakuma Bohei held their heads and curled up into balls. They found a corner to hide in. This slaughter seemed so unreal to them, giving them a strange dream-like feeling, as if they were in an unreal world.
Occasionally, some Parasitic Entities noticed their presence and tried to attack them, but Fang Jing quickly dealt with them.
To Fang Jing, the Parasitic Entities were like weeds. One wave died, and he cut down another. After this harvesting, Fang Jing had killed all the Parasitic Entities present.
He checked the area again. He retrieved the Cadaveric Toxin flames from the corpse fragments. Then he called Kase Mi and Sakuma over.
“Don’t waste time. Take these flashlights for now.”
The followers’ bodies also had some items. Fang Jing found two flashlights and gave them to Kase Mi and Sakuma.
“It might be dangerous ahead. But if you want to survive, you better stick with me. As long as you’re within my reach, saving your lives shouldn’t be a problem.”
Kase Mi and Sakuma nodded meekly. They were terrified by Fang Jing’s cold-blooded killing.
The young man before them had indeed saved their lives. But the killing intent and destructive power he displayed, along with his unusually cold demeanor, shocked them deeply.
This made them feel that the person standing before them wasn’t human, but a terrifying monster disguised as one.
Compared to those Parasitic Entities, Fang Jing continuously radiated an aura of extreme brutality and cruelty.
“If you understand, then hurry up and follow me.”
His tone carried a command that brooked no argument. Kase Mi and Sakuma Bohei could only nod frantically.
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Yuki Ham woke up with a scream from his nightmare.
He had a bad dream!
After waking up, he realized it was just a dream.
He thought carefully and remembered that someone had knocked him out.
What time was it now?
Where was this place?
Damn! And Shiho, where was she?
He sat up straight. He found himself in a dark, damp room. The floor was cold cement, not tatami.
There was a strange smell in the air. Maybe it came from the wrinkled bedsheet, or maybe from the stains in the corner that looked like waste.
A beam of light slanted down from a skylight, the only source of light in the room.
Along with the light came a few raindrops.
He got off the bed. Yuki Ham noticed he was wearing different clothes.
He had on a white robe, the kind only followers of Shinzaki Tenrikyo wore. It looked like the surgical gowns patients wear in hospitals.
There were no shoes on the floor. He walked barefoot toward the door.
It was an iron door. Yuki Ham thought it would be locked. But when he pulled hard, the door swung open with a clang.
“Creak—!”
The old iron door let out a groaning sound.
Yuki Ham didn’t know where he was. He heard a long, echoing sound from outside.
This made him guess the space outside was very large, otherwise there wouldn’t be such an echo.
Bzzz!
He suddenly had a ringing in his ears. He couldn’t help but reach out to support himself against the wall. Faintly, he heard a strange roar, like the call of a night owl or the bellow of a cow. The sound was indescribably weird.
The long, deep corridor seemed to flip upside down. He felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone was stabbing his brain with a needle.
He didn’t know how much time passed before he finally let out a sigh of relief. His head felt a bit better. But when he opened his eyes again and looked around, his face turned completely pale, and his whole body shook.
“What… what is this place?”
He gasped, feeling his stomach churn.
Yuki Ham discovered that the surface beneath his feet was flesh-colored, like turned-over human organs. The entire floor, walls, and ceiling had transformed into a bizarre landscape.
Men, women, old people, and children—it was as if they had turned into a bloody pool of organs and fleshy walls, embedded with countless faces.
These faces continuously let out strange shouts, curses, and wails. Like uncontrolled children, they freely expressed their emotions.
“It hurts! It hurts so much!”
A scream came from under Yuki Ham’s feet. A woman’s face was right under his sole. Her face showed a dazed, insane smile.
She slightly opened her eyes, revealing deep blue pupils.
Yuki Ham stumbled back in fright. His expression grew more distorted, his whole body trembling.
Was this… hell?
“I… can’t take it! Kill me!”
Squelch!
Like crushing a bug.
A disgusting feeling came from under his feet. His bare feet were covered in slippery blood and bodily fluids.
He looked down again. It was a wrinkled face that looked like an old man’s.
Like the surrounding faces, it was mixed into the surface of organs and flesh walls. They screeched and screamed together. The combined sounds resembled the resentful shouts and angry curses of countless people.
Yuki Ham’s mind was filled with voices, countless voices converging. He suspected he was at the bottom of hell.
The next second, all the faces stopped.
One after another, blue eyes opened. All of them stared toward the end of the corridor.
That area was crimson red. A sinister shadow sat cross-legged on a huge throne.
Yuki Ham couldn’t see that direction clearly. He only noticed a pair of deep blue eyes fixed on him.
Boom!
A loud noise exploded in his mind.
Yuki Ham woke up again. He opened his eyes wide, staring into the dark corridor. The ultimate hell-like scene had completely vanished.
—An illusion. It must have been an illusion! It can’t scare me!
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his trembling body.
“I can’t stay here. I need to find Shiho.”
Yuki Ham, forcing himself to stay calm, continued forward. He had no idea that his feet left bloody footprints on the ground with every step.
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“We’re finally here. Is this the headquarters of Shinzaki Tenrikyo?”
Shinzaki Tenrikyo had used its own funds to build this complex of buildings. In the center stood a gray three-story building. Nearby were several sizable structures, including dormitories for followers, a cafeteria, a prayer hall, and other single-story houses.
The Cult advocated simplicity and minimalism. Even the buildings were quite plain. The outer perimeter had a white-painted wall and the roofs of several buildings. There were quite a number of them, covering a large area, surrounded by evergreen plants.
The main gate was a large iron door, locked with a bolt. The interior of Shinzaki Tenrikyo was extremely quiet. There was no trace of human activity.
“The scent of living people… it’s as if it’s completely gone.”
Fang Jing stood outside the main gate. He felt a sinister aura rushing toward him.
He lifted his foot and kicked forward. The iron gate flew over ten meters away and crashed to the ground. The impact even shattered the cement floor into countless fragments that flew in all directions.
The rain had finally stopped. The sky cleared up a bit.
But Fang Jing didn’t feel any relief. Deeper clouds and storms gathered in his heart. He knew he might have gotten involved in an even deeper and more sinister crisis.
This was a path leading to a bloody battle.
Yet, Fang Jing accepted it willingly.