Whatever I do is wrong, whatever I say is wrong, what I think is right is actually wrong, what I know is wrong but I have to do it, and what I observe in front of me is so sad. Anger, madness, despair...... All kinds of negative emotions are like black smoke rising from flames, silting up in this underground hall. I can understand why Jung was so excited, and it's not surprising that someone else would behave like this, but it's understandable that they look like something I never wanted to see. Jung regarded me as a "monster" and was full of resentment towards me, but these perceptions and emotions were never unique to him. I can see through this being called "Jung" and see the amorphous malice of this apocalyptic illusion roaring at me.

The temperature of the flames did not warm the underground hall, and the more obvious malice, the unstoppable madness, made people feel cold and piercing. I heard strange voices again, and saw the hazy hallucinations, the sparks splashing from the huge brazier that burned violently, as if at once they filled the space around me, and then, the invisible cold rain fell from the closed zenith, and hit my body as if it had been pricked by a needle.

Auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, phantom pain...... These perceptible illusions and illusions are dyeing this seemingly normal substance in my field of vision with an illusory color, but it is not entirely illusory, and behind this illusory color, there is a frightening reality that people don't want to see.

Curse me, I looked directly at Jung, and I was sure he could see it in my eyes.

Curse me, that's it. His hatred, his curse, his vicious oath, may be unwilling for others, or dismissive for some, but I have never turned a blind eye to it, nor have I felt that such curses and hatreds are illusory. Rather, I would rather that this vicious curse would take effect on me, so that I could prove that there is something better in this world, and that I will be punished for it. Only such punishment can bring peace to my heart, and only when the karmic flame of the occult burns my soul can I feel at peace. I willingly bear all the punishment for what I have done.

“…… Do you know? Jung, I never thought that what I did was the right thing to do, but it was a choice I made and it was something I thought had to do. I said this, and in the face of that hideous expression, I knew very well that my heart was unwavering: "If I am wrong, I am willing to suffer the most terrible punishment." But I don't feel like I'm making the wrong choice. ”

Jung's angry expression seemed to be swallowed back by him, and his once-distorted facial features returned to their old-fashioned and stiff appearance. He said to me coldly, "So, Takakawa, what exactly do you want to do now?" ”

"The apocalyptic process of this world is powerful, although the Torchlight's deviant ritual does not directly correct the final outcome, but merely interferes with the factors that lead to the apocalypse, intending to lead to the final qualitative change through the quantitative changes of each stage. In theory, this approach is possible, but in practice, it is not easy to achieve the level of change that can actually change the end of the world. The inertia of fate will correct the deviation of every factor, and the light of the torch can no longer be stopped, which is the best proof. In this case, on the premise that all previous efforts have failed, can you really be sure that this time will succeed? Jung. ”

"Of course, we know how big the deviation is caused by this ritual, and since we expect it to be such a deviation of this scale and depth, we naturally know how much it will cost us. All that is interfered with by this ritual will continue to hit this place—" Jung said, taking a deep breath as if to calm his restless heart, "but that's what we need. This deviant ritual requires stronger sacrifices, more deaths, and then the ritual process will turn the power left behind by the deceased into a catalyst and a driving force, further accelerating the propulsion and catalysis of the ritual. That's the only reason we've accepted you here, and if you and Lady Tomie don't want to be sacrificed, let's kill all the monsters that will invade this place. ”

With that, he ignored me and walked straight to the crowd standing around him. It seems that there is no absolute leader here, or that the people of the Torchlight are at the heart of everything, and yet, these people are already immersed in the Rite of Deviation.

"Do you really want to finish this ceremony? It gave me a very bad feeling that once it was done, maybe the consequences would definitely not be comparable to those monsters that were going to attack this place. I whispered to Jung's back, "It's better not to do such a ritual than to do it." ”

"You're wrong, Takakawa." Jung's footsteps paused, but he didn't look back: "As long as there is still hope, it is better to do something than nothing." You think this ritual is evil simply because your heart has already fallen into evil. If you really want to stop something, stop the monsters that are coming...... Bodylife will never miss this place. Our rituals are like beacons, and all coincidences will lead the enemy here. ”

Jung was right. Although there is no evidence, I have already sensed that the interference of the Deviant Ritual on the Doomsday Factor, and the resistance and correction of the Doomsday Factor to the Deviant Ritual, will turn this place into a tragic battlefield. Primal beings will come here, and they may not know what is going on here, and they may not know that the people of the Torchlight are hiding here, but as long as they are still active, they will definitely be led to this place by various coincidences or accidental clues, or secret feelings...... Not only physical beings, but also the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Nazis will be led here. I stared at the black smoke hovering over the enclosed zenith, and I only felt that the Gray Mist Demon would spawn here as well.

Almost all the mysteries and anomalies that I know of that would have a significant impact on the battle are converging on this place. But as Jung said, once they are all annihilated here, their death will be the impetus and catalyst for the final step of the deviant ritual to complete the qualitative change.

It's just, in such a way, is it really good to destroy these enemies here? Even if it is all fighting, no matter what it is for, no matter where it is, no matter what form it takes, such a chaotic battle will put enormous pressure on all sides of the belligerents. Gambling with the lives of everyone here, even if all of them die in this battle, they will inflict a blow on those enemies who are several times dozens of times greater than their own. Even so, focusing only on the blow to the enemy in front of you, while ignoring the viciousness of the ritual itself, can it really reverse the final situation?

I don't think so, the deviant rituals performed here feel far more evil than the sacrifices of the Doomsday Shinrikyo I've seen before, and if there is a hierarchy of madness and despair, then there is madness and despair here far beyond any battlefield I've ever seen. Once the deviation here is completed, it interferes with the whole world, and in the end it brings definitely not a chance to reverse the apocalypse. Perhaps the arrangement of Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Nazis will be completely invalidated because of this battle and the eventual deviation, but the result of the deviation is likely to directly replace the arrangement of Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Nazis as the first driving force of the apocalyptic process - I don't think these occult experts, including Jung, did not envision this situation, there must be people among them who are more sober and wiser than me, but they did not stop this ceremony, why? Perhaps, as Jung said, everyone is at the end of their rope.

However, the choice in a desperate situation is not necessarily the right choice. Their hysteria, in my opinion, is definitely not the attitude that should be felt when doing the right thing.

I couldn't imagine the ritual being like this until I saw it with my own eyes, and I fantasized about being able to adjust it in the middle, but it was happening right in front of me. I don't think that's right, and I don't think the changes that have taken place because of this deviation ritual are long-term positive changes. So—

"I'm sorry."

I'm going to kill you here, and then kill all the intruders.

The invisible high-speed passage unfolded in an instant, and I jumped into it. Just as I was suddenly making a move, Tomie also sprinted forward a few steps at a brisk pace and jumped high.

Jung with his back to me, the people who performed the ceremony, the mystical experts who watched the ceremony, my old friends, and Tomie in mid-air, it was as if they were frozen in this moment.

The world seemed to freeze frame, and I took three steps, and the blade hidden in the cuff popped out, piercing Jung's heart from behind. I know what Jung was like when he fought, and I admit that he was a formidable warrior, but whether or not he was the same Emringer of the past, or what new powers he gained in this apocalyptic illusion, as long as his fighting style didn't change, even if he was on guard, he wouldn't be able to resist my surprise attack. Of all the people here, my speed is absolute. He, who had never faced me head-to-head, was far less experienced than Father Sissen.

The sweep began, the sweep ended, and I clung to Jung's back, pulling out the blade that had pierced through his body. Jung seemed to realize that he had been wounded, and in disbelief he lowered his head to the wound in his heart, and then spurted out a large mouthful of blood. If I wanted to, I could do it without stopping, and I could strike everyone here in less than a hundredth of a second, and there were probably not many who could react. If that were to happen, everyone in the underground hall would be reduced in an instant to the point where it would be impossible to continue the ceremony. If I had acted rationally, I would have done so. However, I have always acted with emotion, and at this time, the contradictory and violent emotion makes it impossible for me to kill everyone here like a mustard.

So, I just ran through Jung's heart and stopped the rush. I knew full well that my conflicted and complicated sensibilities were screaming to make everyone here understand that I had come to kill them.

It's not rational or efficient, but I don't think it's the wrong decision.

I don't have any hesitation about my current choice.

The people around seemed to be immersed in the crazy and evil ritual, and did not notice Jung's trauma at the first time. Tomie had already crossed the heads of Jung and me, and landed in the middle of several mysterious experts watching the ceremony in a single jump. These mysterious experts seemed to be frightened, and they were about to disperse subconsciously, and the mysterious power they possessed was jumping, but before they could cause the phenomenon, Tomie grabbed one of them by the neck and swept it away as a weapon towards the people around them. Tomie chose to fight in a way that was as inefficient as mine, but more brutal and ferocious than me. She, like me, didn't care that the others came to their senses during this raid and reorganized their defenses and counterattacks.

"You...... How could it be ......" Jung turned his head, his eyes widened, and met my gaze with an incomprehensibly strange look, "beyond prophecy...... Why? ”

What why? Prophecy? I frowned, not understanding his muttering, but, judging by his performance, it seemed that he didn't think I was going to attack him suddenly from the beginning, and despite all the bad words he had been talking about, he seemed to have a different understanding of the current state of affairs.

"You think I'm not going to kill you?" I asked.

"The prophecy says that the ceremony will begin without a hitch." Jung's face turned ugly, but not because of his mood, but because he had been battered. Although he looked at me with an expression of disbelief, the emotion in his eyes was definitely not surprised or inappropriate, but had an ambiguous sense of relief, like-

"You expect me to make a move?" I asked again.

“…… Maybe. Jung said this, and vomited a large pool of blood, in fact, with his physique and ability, even if the heart is pierced, it will definitely not be a serious injury, as a veteran mysterious expert, he must have hole cards to change the disadvantage at this time. After all, after I pierced his heart, I didn't continue the pursuit. My emotions prevented me from doing something like that. Maybe in my heart, I want him to hurt me in the fierce resistance.

I didn't pierce his heart with a calm mind.

Jung, however, did nothing to resist. He sat down slowly on the ground, lay down, and let the blood in his chest gush more and more, forming a pool of blood on the ground. He lay on the ground with his hands wide open, staring fixedly at the enclosed zenith, where the sky was out of sight. His breathing grew weaker and weaker, and he died quietly.