It's a grey and dead city.

It's a colorful city.

The streets were dead and silent, covered in ash.

People reveled in the streets and danced with joy.

On both sides are distorted and even upside-down buildings, which seem to collapse towards the center of the street and stretch out their jagged arms.

The neat houses that are beautifully decorated with lights and colors seem to be as happy as the people.

He crouched down and looked at a mutilated, broken corpse on the ground, lost in thought.

The strange young man cheering loudly with a beer glass pulled him to the sidelines and joined the frantic procession.

Mr. Zero carefully walked around the corpse to avoid disturbing his sleep.

The young man who had been dancing with Mr. Zero seemed to finally recognize his face, and he stepped back in a panic and exclaimed.

"What the hell is going on here......"

Mr. Zero put his finger to his lips and gave the young man a soft boo.

No one responded, and rightfully so, after all, it was such a relic.

Although the voice was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd, the young man still understood what the other party meant, and nodded again and again with a smile.

Ahead, a cold, pitch-black, sloping spire, obscured all light and cast a dark shadow that twisted in shape like a ghostly dance.

Although the white tower towered into the sky, the sunlight still swept down from the tip of the tower, bringing joy and warmth to the crowd.

"I always felt like some terrible monster was going to emerge from the shadows......

What a beautiful sunny day......"

He sighed and moved on.

He briskly continued on his way.

On the side of the tower was the half-collapsed church of the church.

The doors of the beautiful and holy church are open.

So he walked through the rusted door.

Behind the door were the devotees who were also laughing.

The stench of flesh and blood on the floor covered his mouth and nose.

The voices of the noisy crowd praying for happiness or just visiting the garden allowed him to share a happy smile.

At the deepest point of the church is an unrecognizable statue of an unspeakable deity with half of its head shattered, looking down at the visitor indifferently and frantically.

Although the face of the idol cannot be seen clearly, just looking at it can make you feel as if you are being guarded by the Great One.

Beneath the idol was a kneeling nun, her clothes and skin decaying like black mud, her flesh peeling off to reveal her bones, her face still full of madness and malice.

When the simple and decent nun heard that she seemed to see his arrival, she paused her blessings to the people around her, and a smile of joy bloomed on her delicate face.

"Die, die! die—"

The nun welcomed the arrival.

Mr. Zero walked by gradually.

How do you have time to come here?"

"Sure enough, I'd better go to the tower first......" muttered to himself.

He replied with a gentle look at the nun.

Mr. Zero couldn't see the nun's decaying body twisting and trembling behind him, almost as if the skeleton was about to burst out.

"That'...... You're going to come to me later, don't go to anyone else first......"

Mr. Zero approached the tower.

The huge door opened with a sound.

He choked on the dust raised by the door's downfall and coughed for a long time.

"I won't just teleport it this time. It's good to see how many others ......."

Ascending the nearly endless spiral staircase, amazed at how durable the spiral staircase was, Mr. Zero saw a myriad of strange structures that did not resemble a human at all - or rather, a few human stumps mixed in.

"Tsk, these guys have all slipped out for the festival...... But that's okay. Haha, let them go for once. ”

Many of the monsters' corpses bear traces of various forms of energy, and it seems that this group of humans using anomalous powers is probably the last struggle of the humans facing the monsters.

He came to the entrance to the top of the highest tower.

"All attempts to probe the anomaly...... Or what people call a mysterious end, nothing more than that. ”

In his room, he suddenly felt a certain fear.

"This is probably the tower owner...... According to the layout of the city, it may also be the place where the castle lord is located. What's going to be inside?"

It's as if something calamity is coming. Some kind of unforeseen, irresistible apocalypse is coming...... He must reconvene everyone and put an end to what should be a joyous festival and pull it to hell.

Stepping into the already empty room, Mr. Zero seemed a little disappointed - until the words came to him.

"Run!"

A blood-red phanteur of words appeared in midair.

“...... Save the world......"

In whispers of despair, the monster appeared in the room.

It's like a stitch monster of tentacles dripping with slime, but the point is how exactly did it get here?

Is it a breakthrough to this point...... Or have you been hiding here and never left? But there's no point in thinking about it. He waved his cane, just as he did then.

Countless rune fragments in the tower fell off, squeezing out the last bit of strength to contribute to their master.

Blazing red flames erupted, and slimy, disgusting monsters were scattered in char.

However, this is no longer what bothers him.

"Why is this happening?"

He asked, nervously, as he pressed his face closer to the mirror, which was covered in dried yellow-green blood.

So he saw the most familiar stranger in the mirror, grinning even more maliciously—

In the midst of his smile, he contorted into an even more terrifying anomaly.