As night deepened, the Dolphin Hotel was shrouded in a blinding crimson light, like a Rashomon-like structure standing at the edge of hell.
Amidst surging clouds and torrential rain.
Joseph simply stood still, and the security guards and cleaners all fell to the ground, exploding into clouds of blood mist.
"As beings governed by rules, are they so weak because they cannot resist variables?"
Outside the window, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky.
Someone appeared at the elevator entrance at some unknown time.
He wore a dark suit, and all the chaotic light around him seemed to freeze and vanish. The man stared intently at Joseph, standing in this luxurious yet chaotic place, like a flame about to die.
At this moment, they were standing on the corridor of the second-floor hall. On the right wall was a huge and highly religious mural depicting the Passion of Christ. On the opposite shelf were thirty decorative ornaments in the medieval style—human heads, all of them boys and girls around ten years old, with beautiful faces and different expressions, showing varying degrees of joy, without any pain or confusion, all looking at this magnificent heaven.
Below, there is even a metal plaque explaining how this technique for preserving subtle expressions came about.
Joseph turned to look at him, as if he had remembered something.
He looks familiar; he seems to be the person we're supposed to kill.
He just thought about it briefly.
And in this world, the most destructive force is the intent to kill.
Buzz—
Without warning, He Yu's entire body was sliced in half at the waist, then eerily paused in mid-air for a second before exploding, splattering countless drops of blood onto the murals and decorations.
Joseph recognized him; he had seen this person on the death list during his meeting with Sergio—the host of 659, an operative.
However, in less than a breath, the body, which had already become unrecognizable, began to rewind as if time had reversed. Flesh and organs were instantly reassembled, and the instantaneous killing that had just occurred seemed like a dream.
"I see."
"You also appear in the records of 'Fate Rules,' the so-called person who transcends control? In the end, you are just a puppet."
"The barrier doesn't seem to affect you much, which is amazing. Even Fairmond was defeated by the backlash of his own forbidden object, but you... are not restricted much."
What kind of chaos have you experienced?
He Yu didn't waste any words. This person must be the legendary calamity, and his purpose in coming here is to take his life. The two are on different sides and there is no need to communicate or argue. All that's needed is to kill one of them.
In the blink of an eye.
He no longer had any intention of hiding his strength. He unleashed all the threads at once, launching an indiscriminate attack. Everything visible was cut and pulverized into fine, sand-like particles. Thousands of threads pierced through, tearing apart the entire Dolphin Hotel's building structure without any resistance, creating one terrifying gap after another.
Under this devastating offensive.
Joseph remained standing still.
But soon, cut marks began to appear on his body.
In an instant, it exploded into thick blood plasma, and was completely dead.
"How boring. Is this all you've got?"
"The higher-ups in the Americas described you like a monster, but this meeting..."
"I am really disappointed, 659."
He Yu's breath hitched; he couldn't understand what had happened.
At the elevator.
Joseph emerged unharmed, took out a manuscript from his pocket, and began to read it.
“The ‘fate’ records about you are far too vague.”
"I've only heard that you have the ability to devour other forbidden objects. Your previous resurrection was one type, and those threads were the second?"
"Have you ever heard of the theory of fairness? I gave up those extraordinary characteristics, so I obtained the exclusive rights that only humans have."
“Your methods are so boring they’re boring enough to make you doze off. Now it’s my turn.”
Joseph spoke calmly, then looked up at He Yu without haste.
He only had the idea in mind.
"Let me see your cage."
The deepest prison in the world is one's own hell.
...
...
I don't know how much time passed.
It was like a dream, like a deep illusion, and it was impossible to know how it started.
Only oxygen is exciting.
He Yu suddenly woke up with a start, his blood rising uncontrollably, making him vomit.
"The world does not need other species to participate in the grand scheme of destruction."
"You must offer enough leverage to bring Libra to a state of equilibrium."
"Otherwise, you will have to suffer the consequences."
"Then we shall perish in this desolate land."
The madman's whispers rang in my ears.
What lay before him was a grand banquet worthy of a president. The house was so large it resembled a maze, and the designer had deliberately created a classical and artistic atmosphere.
Ancient sculptures, murals, carvings, jewelry, and other artifacts are everywhere, along with some bizarre specimens—insects, ferocious beasts, and humans.
The maker clearly possessed some extremely advanced technology, capable of precisely and perfectly preserving the gruesome deaths of these creatures for visitors to see. The living and the dead mingled together in a heavenly mansion.
He Yu was strapped to a wheelchair with some kind of heavy device on his head. He could feel the back of his head being connected, and the device was deep in his skull. He couldn't muster any strength at all, and even moving his neck was very difficult.
Only then do you realize how ordinary you are.
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