Gothic Punk Isn't Suitable for You

"I like challenging missions."

Allen squinted, waiting for Alessa to assign him a task.

"Collect two Floros Shards, merge them, and then destroy them with The Blade of Redemption," Alessa stated directly.

Allen showed no reaction, his eyes fixed on Alessa.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Alessa felt a chill run down her spine and tentatively asked, "Is it too difficult?"

"Tell me the mission details and key specifics so I know how to find the items. I can't spend half the day guessing what you mean."

"..."

Alessa blinked, realizing she hadn't explained clearly.

In the vast Silent Hill, searching aimlessly alone was indeed unrealistic.

"There are two shards. One is inside the former priest, and I can provide his location. The other is in Krista's possession. She's been hiding in the church, but she has hundreds of followers. You'll have to figure out how to deal with that yourself," Alessa explained.

"This mission is indeed very challenging. I'll need more money."

Allen rubbed his chin, bargaining.

"The shards are made of gold," Alessa added.

"What are we waiting for? Eliminating cults is an urgent matter."

"..."

Under Alessa's guidance, they passed through several buildings and successfully found a hidden room.

An iron lock secured the iron door, with no other entrance.

Alessa stopped, warning, "This place is protected by other demonic powers. I can't open the door; you'll have to rely on yourself."

"Small problem."

Allen cleaved the iron lock with his sword.

An ordinary sharp sword might not be able to break a lock ring as thick as a thumb, but with the Shadow Blade skill attached, the effect was entirely different.

At the same time, Alessa was shocked by the power of the strike, feeling a sense of threat from it.

It was clear that the blade was imbued with a layer of supernatural power.

He pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the sealed room, a disheveled old man was bound by several iron chains.

Upon sensing someone entering, the old man raised his head. His eyes, cloudy like lychees, eerily emitted a faint glow.

Allen exclaimed, "Holy crap, Imperial Bearing, Innate Double Pupils! Could you be Shi Yi?"

"Young man, come closer. I have cataracts and can't see clearly," the old man replied in a weak, pleading tone.

Allen patted his chest in relief and muttered, "I haven't even developed the Supreme Bone from bone growth, and Alessa wants me to fight a Double-Pupiled One solo? This is a suicide mission. Turns out it's just a half-blind old man. I was overreacting."

"Alessa?"

The old man exclaimed, "Did the Child of the Demon, Alessa, send you?"

"Yes, she gave me the mission," Allen replied sincerely.

"She's the Child of the Demon; her words are full of lies. Be very careful," the old man said gravely. "Alessa must have sent you to take the shard from my body and then collect the other one to destroy it. Don't do that. If you do, her power will be unleashed without suppression, and everyone will die."

If Allen hadn't watched the second Silent Hill movie, he would have believed the old man's words.

The old man was the monster who, in the second movie, had merged the two shards and devolved into a mutated old man.

His imprisonment here was purely punishment for losing a power struggle.

"I've already collected one shard. What should I do now? Why don't you keep it for me?"

Allen grinned slyly, having no shard at all, deliberately testing the old man with his words.

In the second movie, the other shard was given by the newly appointed priest to his biological son, helping him temporarily escape Silent Hill and bring back the female lead, Sharon.

Currently, it was confirmed to be in Krista's hands.

"The cunning Krista might have made a fake to hide the real one. Let me see it to verify,"

The old man eagerly reached out, his face unable to hide his excitement at the thought of obtaining the complete Floros Emblem and gaining the power to break free from his predicament.

Thwack...

A sword pierced the old man's throat.

Allen said cheekily, "You actually believed me? You're so naive for your age."

Cough cough...

The old man clutched his throat, blood foam uncontrollably spilling from his mouth. He was unable to utter a single word, his expression shifting from bewilderment to rage.

With another diagonal slash, the sword cut from his neck to his heart.

A dazzling golden disc was revealed, hidden within his heart.

"That's a huge piece of gold, we've struck it rich."

Allen tore a piece of rag from the corpse and collected the shard.

It seemed the shard's power needed to be activated by a believer. As soon as the old man died, Alessa appeared inside the house.

"I heard your conversation outside. Do you believe him, or do you believe me?" Alessa asked.

"Sorry, I just made a mistake that all men make."

Allen leaned against the wall with one hand and put the other on his hip, imitating the tone of a domineering CEO: "Honey, you'll forgive me, right?"

It seemed his question was a bit redundant.

Alessa realized how foolish it was to ask a madman a question.

On the way to the church.

They passed a washroom.

Allen stopped and beckoned mysteriously, "Come here for a second."

"What is it?"

Alessa frowned, unable to guess what Allen was up to now.

"You'll know when you come in."

As Allen walked into the washroom, Alessa saw him turn on the faucet, and water began to fill the basin.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

Suddenly, an ominous premonition arose in Alessa's heart.

Wuu wuu wuu...

The next second, Allen pushed her head into the basin, vigorously scrubbing her dirty hair with his hands, a bright smile on his face as he said, "I've wanted to wash your hair for a long time. This Gothic Punk style doesn't suit you."

"That's enough."

Alessa suddenly struggled, lifting her head and roaring.

Wuu wuu wuu...

Unfortunately, how could her petite body resist Allen's terrifying strength?

Black, dirty water continuously overflowed from the basin, while the faucet gushed out clean water. Allen finally stopped the inhumane hair-washing abuse when no more black water could be washed out.

At this moment, Alessa's eyes were vacant, letting the wet hair drip water.

That cold, clear water seemed to wash away her dignity as the Child of the Demon.

A profound humiliation.

I'll endure this.

Vengeance came first, so Alessa could only suppress her rage.

Inside the church.

The Inner World descended, and all the followers gathered together to avoid the dark invasion.

A golden disc was placed in the center of the church, and everyone faced the disc, praying.

The Floros Shard, containing demonic power, filled the entire church with its brilliant radiance, providing protection to the terrified followers.

Krista, who was presiding over the prayer, looked at the golden disc, her expression inevitably dimming.

After five years, her power was waning, and another sacrificial ritual was needed to maintain the shard's power.

Never think of getting something for nothing when making a deal with a demon.

After all, the cheapest things are often the most expensive.

Fortunately, a sacrificial ritual only cost one life, exchanging it for five years of lingering existence. Moreover, capturing two outsiders now could secure ten years of stable days.

"Bruce, I think the situation is getting bad. That old woman is looking at us strangely."

"Oliver, perhaps we've encountered the situation we least wanted to face."