There are always hallucinations in pain, and when the pain is particularly intense, the hallucinations seem real. Ever since the moment I came into contact with the mystery, hallucinations have always stayed with me. It is what is seen, what is heard, what can be smelled, the wind that blows through the skin, the swaying fire and the majestic rain, the ashes that fall and burn to the ground, and the intuition that is engraved in every cell, every nerve, and even deep in the soul.

Hallucinations are not real, however, hallucinations suggest some kind of change in the body, which can be negative.

All drugs, all situations, when they hallucinate, often mean that the oppression of the person is reaching a certain point in their own load.

When illusion is accompanied by power, sometimes this power is just an illusion, but sometimes, illusion is an accessory of power. When a person hallucinates, he or she often can't tell whether what he feels and the power that erupts with the hallucination is an illusion or a reality.

I've taken Paradise. Once upon a time, "Paradise" was just a kind of psychedelic drug that resembled a soft drug, however, as we delved deeper into the mysterious world, this psychedelic drug gradually became less pure. In this gradual process, I have investigated many reactions to drug stimulation, including the effects of drugs on the human body. Because of these investigations, I am resistant to anything that can cause me to hallucinate, whether it's drugs or whatever.

If I could, I didn't want to fall into hallucinations, I didn't want to have illusions and déjà vu, and I didn't want to hear voices that didn't come from anywhere, yet. There is no choice in all of this.

All mysteries aside, I'm just an ordinary high school student. An ordinary high school student can't fight against those weird and cruel malice, can't fight against inhuman cult sacrifices, can't fight against inexplicable viruses, can't fight against incomprehensible monsters.

Just thinking. It is useless in the face of a real sense of crisis, and it always has to act to change something. And the limit of action is the limit of what the body can reach.

The limits of what the body can achieve are limited by one's talent and the training that can be exercised over time.

So, if you are just a high school student with ordinary talent and don't have enough time to exercise, how can you fight against the malice that comes one after another? You can't do anything but think.

If it is impossible to imagine. So, to describe it a little: how should an ordinary patient at the end of a terminal illness face his imminent death? If you are not willing to die like this, how should you save your own fate? How can he fulfill his wish when he wants to save other patients? What should he pray to?

There is only the indescribable thing, only the grotesque beyond thinking, only the unpredictable fate.

Therefore, fate must be unpredictable. Because that's where there is probability, and there is hope. The unspeakable must also exist. Because, that means a possibility beyond what is currently known. It is also indispensable to transcend the grotesqueness of thought, because only such grotesques can transcend the fate limited by existing cognition and create miracles that do not exist in theory.

Suppose in all the theories, cognitions, and the future that is taken for granted. Death is within a few steps, and the pain of others is clearly visible, so what can save all this must be the "mystery" hidden in the unknown forever.

I don't want to die.

I don't want my loved ones to be in pain.

I want to save more people.

I desperately want people and things that I know. Whether it's illusory or real, it can usher in a happy ending.

If there is a monster that transcends all common sense, all cognition, all knowable theories, all ideas, and can achieve all this, then whatever it is, I pursue it, I love it.

If that's the witch of gold, if that's the ideal town of dusk......

"I'll go to the end of the world!"

"I want to be a hero!"

The second after the fierce battle began, nearly half of the Doomsday Shinrikyo believers died.

Before the end of this second second, I activated the fourth-level magic pattern - it was dangerous, full of mysteries, incomprehensible, and regarded by hunters as some kind of terrible fate. In this nightmare of the deepest night, it is a proof of being a natural hunter, and it is also a deeply taboo thing. It clashes with the Hunter's Seal, as if it were torturing my body and soul at the same time.

In this torture, I saw hallucinations, heard psychedelic voices, and felt intense pain. It was as if there was something running through my muscles, nerves, and bone marrow, spreading deep into my body, and the "deepest part" of my body seemed to be not the internal organs, but the abode of the soul, and the pain followed this path, pinching my soul tightly.

My left eye started to throb, it felt slight at first, but suddenly it became intense. It began to twitch, rolling up and down, left and right, as if the optic nerve had come to life, and with its own will, it also spread to the soul deep in the body.

The sense of spread of two different sources eventually intersects at the soul, but is connected without any conflict.

Then, the soul was ignited, the body was ignited, and I felt that every breath I exhaled carried a violently flickering spark.

In the midst of the pain and burning, I saw that the church was in ruins, that it had lost its top, and that the sky that could be seen was both a vision of the deepest night and an illusion of "paradise" - everything that could be seen was burning, whether they were burning or not, they were burned to ashes and sparkled from the sky.

I lowered my gaze and saw the expanding light in front of me, so powerful and full of unimaginable destructive power.

It's about to shoot, and the target is myself.

- The magic pattern is activated, and the activation fails

-- Interference is detected, elimination begins, and the elimination efficiency is 64 percent

- The fourth-level magic pattern has been forcibly activated

-- Search the messenger's consciousness and connect with subconscious information

――Preset mode expansion, input self-built frame

-- Transformation begins

I raised my long knife. In the next moment, the huge suction force caused a huge amount of ash to attach to the body of the knife, and in the next moment, the mass of the long knife continued to expand, and by the time he realized it, it had already turned into a large piece of indescribable shape.

In an instant again. It dawned on me that it was a huge shield with scarlet textures in the darkness.

As a result, it became a huge shield with a scarlet texture in the pitch black.

I knew that the giant shield in my hand was the embodiment of the power of the fourth-level magic pattern, and it was what I had always wanted to do - collect the data generated in the battle to hedge the aftermath, strengthen my defenses, and meet the inevitable first wave of concentrated firepower.

It is not necessary to use this force until the strike of this concentrated fire comes. But after the fire is done, it determines whether or not I can survive to face a force more terrible than this fire strike.

In the next moment, I felt as if I had suddenly come to my senses.

The blinding light, the ashes and the sparks, were all gone, and everything inside the church was in complete ruins. It has become the original destroyed appearance.

The long knife is gone, and I am holding a huge shield. A surging shock is coming head-on.

Even a quick sweep cannot become faster than the speed of this impact, because it is no longer a process, but an inevitable hit.

It is a complex mystery that cannot be directly observed by chain judgments, but has already had an effect. The result of condensation after one second. It was also what I had a premonition from the beginning, from dozens of mysterious experts, after targeted deployment, concentrated firepower. There is a decisive gap between the phenomena it produces and any current phenomenon that can be interfered with by rapid plunder.

This blow successfully avoided all the concepts involved in the quick sweep. At the moment of perceiving this impact. I intuitively knew that it was not dominated by any thought, but in the midst of the chaos, it became what the Doomsday Shinrikyo people wanted.

And this was the first test I was destined to face when I stepped into this church.

No reaction I could prevent myself from being hit, and such a strong instinct kept me from doing any unnecessary dodges.

Because, I had already anticipated the existence of this blow, and with a two-second limit slash, I weakened its power as much as possible.

I did everything I could, and now I had to face the inevitable consequences after that.

My burning body, complicated thoughts, and fluctuating moods suddenly calmed down in this instant.

In the speed-swept state, I can still do a few movements.

I raised the shield and slammed it into the ground in front of me, using my whole body to resist it.

The next moment, a terrible force swept through everything in my field of vision, knocking me away with my shield and body.

I felt that my body, which had been strengthened by the fourth-level magic pattern, was almost torn apart by this indescribable, strange and substantial power. It's not just a physical force, it has all the physical effects that I know, and at the same time it has unrecognizable, but intangible, but intangible, non-physical effects. It is both a blow on the material level and a blow on the conscious level. This terrible power is chaotic, muddy, and full of malice.

My feet were firmly planted in the ground, but it didn't help, and the impact lifted the ground up. I hid behind the giant shield, and I couldn't observe any movement because all the movement was so violent that it exceeded the observed load, and on both sides of my field of vision, there was only a layer of hazy outlines, and I couldn't even make out what was inside the building.

I didn't know where I was going to go, if I would fly straight out of this church, but the moment the thought came to me, I hit something incredibly solid in my back, and a huge reaction force hit, and at the same time, something behind me shattered and collapsed, and I fell to the ground, slid all the way backwards, and repeatedly hit something else. I couldn't adjust my balance, and at one point I lost all my energy, I couldn't even breathe, I couldn't control my limbs, and I had to go away on my own with the impact.

When my vision vaguely returned to normal, the chain judgment recovered faster than my vision, and several figures appeared in the observation image presented in my mind. They creetly leaned forward and stood on the edge of a great gap, looking far away. I felt like they were looking forward to something.

These Doomsday Shinrikyo guys are really naïve!

Even if the impact of the shock hasn't completely disappeared, I don't think I'll lose this time.

No, actually, to be able to catch the blow, unless they summon demons beyond imagination, I have no doubt that I will be victorious.

Because, they can't be more powerful than that. They may be able to do it, however, they already don't have time to deliver a similar second blow.

"The only thing left is to summon demons, right?" I whispered, but I felt that they could hear it.

Those believers in the Doomsday Shinrikyo should have been fearless, but their posture still wavered slightly, as if expressing their disbelief.

I finally regained my strength, and the negative effects were still there, but as long as I could move, I could sweep quickly - no, I didn't even need to move my limbs, I could also sweep quickly, and the invisible passage created by the speed-sweeping superpower had a kind of impetus in itself. I need to be physically mobile, not for the sake of the Swift Sweep, but to be able to slash in the Swift Sweep.

I breathe, I hear my own breathing, through the hollow mouth of the beak mask, making a long, slight sound.

I got up from the ground and pushed the shield away.

I saw that I had actually smashed through the walls of the church, and when I landed outside, I had smashed the walls of the carts, stone piers, and other buildings. The distance between myself and the mysterious experts standing in the gap in the church wall was about thirty meters, and there was a huge ditch between us.

On the surface of the shield, a faint white mist was emerging, as if it had just been burned.

I looked away from my shield and looked at the Doomsday Shinrikyo believers in front of me, their faces gloomy and without the slightest joy, but I did not feel the frustration and fear of defeat from them. I can understand that for them, this is far from the final result. But for me, they're all dead.

Whether they are killed by me, or kill themselves, they will surely die and will surely turn themselves into sacrifices to demonic summoning rituals. The only difference is this: being killed by me, compared to suicide, which way of death is more suitable for this demon summoning, which can summon a more powerful and targeted demon. (To be continued......)