The wind swept in with malice.

In the center of the room, there is a fierce spirit!

It floated, countless resentments glued to its body like rags.

Grandin was startled, his body frozen in place from the biting chill. When the bloody eyes of the fierce spirit looked over, he saw the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in a trance.

Almost resisting the urge to run away, Grandin forced himself to look at it.

If the 'monster' doesn't believe in his hunch, it's not far from getting out of control.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed the difference.

This ferocious spirit is sluggish. And the evil spirits described in "The Rise and Fall of the Mystical Art" have just been formed, and they can slaughter the terrifying creatures of a small town.

Luckily, because I had to go to work today, I was loaded with demon hunting bullets in the revolver nest...... Now I finally have some self-protection ability.

Grandin reached for the revolver pinned to his waist.

Suddenly, spirituality tugged at his heartstrings, and a creepy sense of crisis made him stop drawing his gun.

Draw a gun and die!

Cold sweat broke out on Grandin's forehead, and under the gaze of the fierce spirit, he slowly retreated outside the house.

'Squeak'.

Hardwood floors make a sound.

The sense of crisis in his mind resurfaced, and it grew stronger as time went on.

Is this a limited-time dungeon?

Grandin stiffened his head and moved in front of the spirit.

There was no warning from the spirit this time.

As he moved, he carefully wiped a corner of the ritual circle with the sole of his foot. The stability of the ritual is broken, and the 'Gathering Spirits' effect ends.

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that before he knew it, he was already face to face with the evil spirit.

He swallowed and tried to communicate with it.

"Hello."

"Woo~"

"It's a nice day."

"Roar!"

“……”

“……”

I need to communicate and maybe try channeling. But if my astral body came into contact with such a powerful and intact evil creature, it might be distorted and contaminated.

Grandin thought about it, but decided to communicate with it in a more secure way.

As in a hotel, he tore himself apart into two parts, one still focused on the spirit, and the other came to that mysterious space above the Black Lake.

On the Black Lake, hexahedral crystals are still hanging in the air and slowly spinning.

"Transit through crystallized connections, and carefully observe the fluctuations of fate in space, and if it is too violent, it will be disconnected immediately. With these two layers of insurance, I was able to try to communicate with the spirits. ”

He reassured himself and began the next steps.

"Communicate with Roger Holman ."

"Communicate with Roger Holman ."

In reality, Grandin repeated the words seven times, then closed his eyes and entered the spirit world half-asleep and half-awake. The faces of the fierce spirits in the spirit world are ever-changing, and Roger is also among those distorted faces.

In the space, he reached out and touched the hexahedron crystal, which alone strengthened the connection with Roger.

The black lake began to boil, and shadowy hands poked out of Grandin's chest in reality. It grabbed at the ferocious spirit, clutching the resentment that belonged to Roger in its hand as it retracted.

Between the virtual and the real, Roger's resentment disappeared in the real world.

After Roger's resentment left, the ferocious spirit's arrogance began to wane, and it began to fall from the ferocious spirit to the collection of resentment.

Such a collection of resentments is something Grandin can handle. After his safety was assured, he focused more on the Black Lake space, and in reality only retained his basic mobility capabilities.

Because of the crystallized connection, Roger's resentment was pulled from reality to this mysterious place by Grandin. It floated over the Black Lake, and the hexahedral crystals were attracted to it, and the two began to merge.

Soon the first visitor appeared in the space, transparent and sluggish.

But as time passed, his sanity began to regain and his eyes became bright.

He began to look at the strange space in horror and confusion, and then he saw the mysterious man standing under the dead tree.

The mysterious man was dressed in a robe made of golden flames, his eyes were filled with flowing sand, and his height and gender were blurred.

When Roger tried to take a closer look, he felt himself boil like water.

"Who are you, who are you? I remember that I was already dead. ”

After Roger finished speaking, he looked at his translucent hand.

"I did die......"

He glanced at the figure under the tree with a complicated and incredulous gaze, and quickly lowered his head.

"Are you a god?"

He asked.

Grandin's surprise was no less than Roger's, and he looked at his own flame-colored robes...... Why is this suddenly pretended?

But it's not in place.

Bring me a chair.

Sensing his thoughts, the black lake began to churn, and some of the tree roots rose from the water, and they became entangled with each other to form a high-backed chair. The tiny tendrils on the roots of the tree become natural mysterious lines.

More music.

An ethereal whisper like a gospel began to resound in the space.

Well, that's pretty much it, and he sat down in his chair.

Roger, who was standing in the distance, was already stunned, and he was hesitating whether to kneel.

"You can call me fate."

Grandin decides to keep it mysterious so that communication can be better.

"I, what's wrong with me?" Roger asked in awe.

"You've become a ferocious spirit."

Grandin waved his hand, and a real-life scene appeared on the Black Lake.

It was a fierce spirit from his point of view.

"Ahh

When Roger saw the hateful and terrifying face of the fierce spirit, his soul collapsed.

Grandin hurriedly waved his hand to disperse the picture.

"Thank you for your help." Even though there was no heartbeat now, Roger still felt palpitations and stroked his hand to his chest.

"I didn't help you. When you get out of here, you'll still be a sane spirit. Grandin then said, "Roger, you're dead. You should keep going, instead of wandering around the world and becoming a harmful ghost. ”

"But, but I have regrets." Roger's mind was shocked by the appearance of the murderous spirit, but he was still unwilling: "Those innocent people who have been deceived have not been helped, and the perpetrators are still at large." ”

"Your wish is that the victims are compensated and the murderers are punished?"

"Yes, that's right!" The more Roger spoke, the smoother he became, and he got down on one knee, "I beg you!" I want to see their ends, and I want to know if there is justice in this world! ”

"What can you give?"

"All of my own!"

"Then the contract is signed."

The "Akaxia Catalog" appears from Grandin's hand, and one page of it records his contract with Roger.

"You will witness the end of the story, and I will take your fate."

The wildly waving branch of the "Tree of Numerology" impaled Roger's body in one fell swoop, and when the branch was withdrawn from his body, it took away the crystallized fruit of the hexahedron.

"Thank you, God."

Roger's last words fluttered down in the space, and a lonely wisp of resentment hung in the air.

"But I am neither God nor Righteous ......"