I Clock In at Silent Hill

"Don't go, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Allen was about to proudly reveal the secret of Silent Hill, but Bruce and Oliver, thinking he was having another episode, walked away chatting amongst themselves and headed into town.

"I've mastered twenty-three close-quarters combat techniques."

Bruce gestured towards Sharp Sword and the Wrist Blade Armor on his wrist.

"Impressive!"

Oliver said without false modesty, "I'm skilled with a bow and arrow. The range of my arrows is limited by the bow, not my archery. I'm just as formidable in close combat."

"Likewise, likewise."

Allen caught up and interjected, "Since we're all being honest, I won't hide anything either. I'm a transmigrator with a system template."

"……"

Uh-huh, uh-huh…

We'd believe you if you said you were an alien.

"I'll take the lead, and you provide ranged support," Bruce suggested.

"No problem."

As the two conversed, they completely ignored Allen, only hoping he wouldn't cause trouble later.

Batman and Green Arrow, both heroes with tragic backstories, were not naturally optimistic or cheerful. Therefore, they mostly chose to ignore Allen.

Walking through the deserted town.

"Faulty intel?"

Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt.

Looking at the buildings lining the street, with their shattered glass and aged walls, it was clear they had been abandoned for many years.

How could they find the evil cult without anyone here, and how could they retrieve The Blade of Redemption?

"Looks like we came here for nothing," Oliver agreed.

"Don't you guys really want to know the secret of Silent Hill?"

Allen deliberately quickened his pace to walk ahead of them, wearing an expression that said, ask me and I'll tell you.

"We don't want to know."

Bruce flatly refused.

He had no intention of being led by a lunatic.

"Seeing as you're so sincere, I'll reluctantly tell you."

Allen cleared his throat, his expression solemn and serious.

In reality, Allen was going crazy from holding it all in.

Suddenly, a hazy gray mist began to rise, and ash began to fall from the sky like snowflakes.

The sudden change caused Bruce and Oliver to stop, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings.

"Seriously, can't you wait until I finish speaking before the Manifest World appears?"

Allen crossed his arms, looking displeased, and grumbled, "We were just in the real world, and now we're in the Manifest World. When the Inner World descends, Silent Hill will be filled with all sorts of demons and monsters."

The buildings, which had only appeared aged before, now looked dilapidated.

It was clear that this was no longer the original world.

The two of them couldn't help but take Allen's words more seriously.

"Allen, can you explain in more detail?" Oliver pressed.

"Beg me."

Allen tilted his head back at a forty-five-degree angle, pouting, "You ignored me earlier, and now you can't even reach me."

"There's a monster!"

Bruce suddenly drew his sword, looking vigilantly ahead.

At some point, a humanoid monster, its arms covered in skin, twisted its way towards them.

"Don't be scared, it's the Mannequin."

Allen sized up the monster and explained, "The Mannequin, he was never favored by women in life, and over time, his psyche became twisted, turning him into a monster. He harbors malice towards women, and the holes in his chest spray black, corrosive liquid. But don't worry, it definitely won't spray at men."

Pfft…

The tables turned unexpectedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mannequin sprayed black liquid.

The three of them agilely dodged. A glance at the black liquid on the ground showed it indeed corroding and emitting white steam.

"Shit, this guy is lusting after my beauty, his body's actually reacting."

Allen sidestepped and moved next to the Mannequin, then unleashed a kick, kicking and cursing incessantly, "I'll make you spray, I'll make you shoot, I'll make you react…"

The poor Mannequin, face down, was about to flip over and counterattack when he was met with a fierce kick.

"Should we lend a hand?"

"Forget it, let him have his fun."

They even suspected Allen was too hyped up, possibly not sparing them either.

His temper vented, he finished off the monster with a sword.

[Killed Mannequin, EXP +200]

Allen didn't forget to warn the corpse, "Remember to give me some face in your next life."

The monsters in Silent Hill weren't particularly strong, but their sheer numbers were the main issue.

The Mannequin that could walk and move in the Manifest World, dying to a police officer's pistol in the movie, was nothing more than an experience dungeon for Allen in the Inner World.

"Allen, tell us about Silent Hill."

"Okay, Batsy."

Allen pushed up his non-existent glasses and said seriously, "Silent Hill originated during the Great Pioneering Era, a town built because of the coal mines..."

"Can you make it shorter?" Bruce interrupted.

Knowing Allen's tendency, he'd probably end up recounting half of America's founding history.

Being in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, every extra second spent was an added risk.

"You horny devil, you're really impatient."

Allen rolled his eyes and continued, "In Silent Hill, there was a female fan of the fallen angel Samael. She was infatuated with him from a young age, followed him as a fan until he became an old man, and even became the leader of his fan club. Then, she discovered that her sister had given birth to their idol's child.

At that time, she was consumed by jealousy.

'You scumbag, I called you 'brother' every night for decades, from a young man to an old man, and you never even touched me. I thought you were just pure-hearted and decent.

But then, you went and slept with my sister, and even produced a bastard.

This insult was too much to bear.

The old man decided to kill the idol's child. He gathered people, tied the bastard to a grill, and was about to cook him.

They were preparing to brush on oil, sprinkle cumin, and roast for another hour until it was perfectly crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Of course, what was expected to happen, didn't. A group of people broke in midway, ruined the barbecue party, and snatched away the half-cooked little girl.

The three-quarters cooked little girl was rescued. Lying on the bed, she grew angrier the more she thought about it.

'What's the meaning of you adults bullying me, a little kid, with your love-hate entanglements? If you have the guts, go barbecue my father, the fallen angel Samael.'

Then, she fell into depression.

She thought, 'I'm practically a demigod, and you, an old man who sweats acid, are going to grill me? Don't I have any pride?

Revenge must be taken, or my reputation will be ruined.'

The more she thought, the angrier she got, and the angrier she got, the more depressed she became, successfully opening her meridians and awakening divine power.

Her power enveloped the entire Silent Hill, transforming it into the Manifest World and the Inner World, trapping everyone who had wronged her inside.

Perhaps because the skill had a cooldown, the two worlds, the inner and manifest, kept switching.

When it was the Manifest World, it was relatively safe. Samael's fan would go out to find supplies. But once the Inner World descended, she would immediately flee back to the church.

For years, the fan club leader and her fans have tried to kill the little kid to end the nightmare.

It seems they have never succeeded."

Bruce and Oliver remained silent.

They seemed to understand, yet not entirely.

It could only be blamed on Allen's overly abstract way of explaining things.

In the bathroom of a motel room.

An old television set was placed face down on the toilet.

Suddenly, the screen lit up, emitting a crackling static sound.

Plop!

The next moment, something seemed to fall out.

It was Sadako, who had come to claim a life. Her legs pushed off, breaking free from the television's restraint. She propped herself up with her hands on the edge of the toilet bowl and slowly lifted her wet head.

A large patch of yellowish excrement was clearly visible on her head.

Her disheveled hair obscured her face, making her emotions unreadable. However, wisps of chilling energy, like solidified rage, indicated that she was in a furious state.

'Damn it, not flushing the toilet is the most annoying thing.'