An Increasingly Wonderful World

"Blade Killing Array, activate!"

Twelve sword shadows bloomed like lotus flowers.

In an instant, they slashed in all directions, cleaving swarms of Corpse Worms in half.

'Experience is sufficient, current Rogue level Lv51.'

'Experience is sufficient, current Rogue level Lv52.'

'Experience is sufficient, current Rogue level Lv53.'

As the system prompts continued, Allen never stopped his chopping.

With his Rogue level increasing, his physical attributes were enhanced across the board, though the most basic four stats weren't displayed directly.

Simultaneously, as he continuously used the Weapon Mastery and Shadow Blade skills, their levels increased, further boosting his combat power.

"Don't stop, I want more."

Allen was ecstatic.

It was like that thing between men and women, one thrust, double the pleasure, and once it started, it couldn't be stopped, thus it was called a chain reaction.

His job level skyrocketed.

In less than fifteen minutes, both skills that needed upgrading were maxed out.

[Lv10 Weapon Mastery: Hit +10, Strength +10, Armor Penetration +10]

[Lv10 Shadow Blade: With level increase, Speed and Damage increase by 100%.]

As he swung and chopped, silver-white sword light flickered, giving the Corpse Worms no chance to get close. The sword shadows sealed his surroundings so tightly that not a breath of air could get through.

"Hehehehe... the more frantic and surging it is, the more flamboyant I become."

Suddenly, the tide of insects stopped attacking.

The darkness receded.

The Corpse Worms fell like raindrops, and before they hit the ground, they ignited with rootless flames and turned to ash.

Even the toilet walls, under the onslaught of fire, were transformed back into the appearance of the Manifest World in an instant.

"I hadn't even pulled down my pants before you guys were done,"

Allen grumbled unhappily, feeling unsatisfied with the cheat-like experience gain.

He looked around, and the corpses of the Twisted Monsters still lay dismembered where they were.

"I wonder if Batsy and Green Arrow are in danger."

Allen suddenly remembered that his companions had gotten separated while facing the insect tide.

He immediately decided to find his teammates first.

Walking alone through the dilapidated school, Allen occasionally shouted, "Batsy, I see you, stop hiding."

Or he would peer into a dry glass fish tank and say, "Green Arrow, your dad isn't dead, come out and acknowledge him."

Allen walked past an office and then tilted his head back, calling out, "Batsy, I have a parental exchange voucher here."

Just as he was about to leave, an old photograph on the wall caught Allen's attention.

In the photo, two middle-aged men stood shaking hands, with a line of text below reading, 'Thank you, Mr. Osborn, for your sponsorship of the educational cause.'

"Osborn Industries!?"

Allen remembered that the Green Goblin's surname was Osborn.

Allen had no way to verify the Osborn family history, but based on information from movies and comics, he deduced that any company cooperating with the national military must be an old-established capitalist family.

Old-established capitalist families often accumulated wealth through energy.

Silent Hill was a typical energy-exporting town.

After a glance, Allen continued to the next location to search for Bruce and Oliver.

After all, the Green Goblin was the enemy of 'Four Hundred Great Mothers,' not his enemy.

Using his Grappling Hook Claws, Allen swung between buildings, searching for his companions.

Cultists hiding in the shadows widened their eyes, their expressions utterly bewildered.

They had set traps at all the exits, only to encounter a mentally eccentric young man who didn't follow the usual path.

At this moment, inside the church.

Krista gestured, "Splash them awake."

Bruce and Oliver, whom Allen had been desperately searching for, were now bound and gagged, unconscious.

A basin of cold water was splashed, and the two slowly woke up.

"Welcome, esteemed guests."

Krista's playful expression turned to one of amusement as she took out her prized Blade of Redemption. "If the Ninja Master doesn't come to retrieve it himself, does sending you two mean you're underestimating us?"

Bruce and Oliver struggled, twisting their bodies. Unfortunately, the ropes were tied too tightly, and their personal weapons had been confiscated, leaving them with no chance to escape.

Recalling the events, after holding out until the Inner World receded, they decided to scout ahead for the church's location.

To their surprise, they fell into a trap and were immediately electrocuted unconscious by a group of burly men wielding electric batons.

When they next awoke, they found themselves inside the church.

"There are three of us."

Bruce implied that Allen would come to rescue them.

Suddenly, Krista chuckled. "That fool is having too much fun. He's probably forgotten all about you."

Indeed, given Allen's unreliable nature, it was more practical to save themselves.

"We don't have to be enemies. We can cooperate."

Oliver stated seriously, "We're all trapped in Silent Hill, and you need the Blade of Redemption to break the curse. We can help you with that."

Upon hearing this, Krista fell silent for a moment.

They had tried to kill Alessa more than once, but it was too dangerous within the Alchemilla Hospital.

If they lost the Blade of Redemption, there would be no weapon capable of killing Alessa.

Furthermore, even after obtaining the Blade of Redemption, the other party hadn't killed Alessa outright. Instead, they demanded to be sent out of Silent Hill. Ultimately, they remained trapped by the curse.

Therefore, Krista dared not take the risk lightly and politely declined, "You have no idea about Samael's power."

"I have a question," Bruce analyzed. "The source of your power is a descendant of the fallen angel Samael. You intend to kill her, so how could Samael possibly continue to protect you?"

By normal logic, how could a parent protect the murderer of their own child?

Of course, this logic might not apply to demons and fallen angels. The only reasonable explanation for a mortal conceiving a child with a demon, resulting in their offspring, was as a vessel for descent.

But the problem was that the cultists wanted to kill the vessel. It was illogical that Samael wouldn't punish them and would continue to offer protection.

Surely, some contrarian would jump out and argue that demons couldn't fall in love with mortals. In nature, wolves and sheep even get along, so what's impossible?

The key point was that Samael was a fallen angel.

By common sense, angels don't have... reproductive organs.

"I'm surprised you know so much," Krista said frankly. "Initially, we worshipped Samael. But after the ritual failed, the dark power descended, and we were cursed, we switched our faith to Flauros."

"That's still not logical. Samael is one of the Seven Kings of Hell, while Flauros is just one of the seventy-two demonic pillars. You should have switched to Belial for support," Bruce asked, puzzled.

Krista couldn't help but roll her eyes, clearly not wanting to dwell on this issue.

At this point, Oliver speculated, "Perhaps hell has its own social etiquette. Belial is also one of the Seven Kings. Out of respect, he might not want to rashly take in Samael's followers. So, he arranged for a subordinate to be a scapegoat. If someone were to demand an explanation, they could push the subordinate forward, claiming they acted without understanding, to quell the conflict."

In reality, Oliver's guess was quite accurate.

Flauros was indeed a scapegoat.

The Seven Kings of Hell all belonged to the fallen angel faction and maintained a degree of mutual respect. If they truly wanted to break ties, they would have already intervened to dispel Samael's power. Why would it be limited to just covering a single church?