The Human Incarnation of the Concept of Despair

After a fierce analysis, the conclusion was reached that the real culprit was the strategist himself...

What kind of bizarre operation is this?

Moreover, judging from the appearances of Akane Owari and Enoshima Junko, even the most oblivious person would have realized what was going on.

There must be some kind of intimate relationship between the two.

Hinata Hajime's pupils contracted into dangerous needle-like shapes.

Looking at the wicked smile on Enoshima Junko's face, he felt a chill run down his spine and his voice trembled slightly. "Wait! You mean, you're the one who caused all this?"

A powerful malice gripped him tightly, and he could not break free.

Enoshima Junko chuckled slowly and mockingly three times, her expression contemptuous. "Ha, ha, ha. Are you mentally challenged? Ji'er with underdeveloped brain? I've already made it very clear, everything that's happening now is my fault."

"Of course, Akane Owari's help was indispensable in this process."

She was like a severely mentally ill patient, spouting incoherent ramblings.

Why do this?

The one who asked this question was Komaeda Nagito.

His gaze fell on Akane Owari's unseeing corpse, his expression complex.

"Why? What happened? What will happen? You boring people, why do you always ask why?"

Enoshima Junko chuckled, "But since things have come to this, I'll mercifully tell you."

"Because..."

"Despair!"

"Despair is the most beautiful thing in the world! I want everyone to feel it!"

The woman now appearing before everyone is Enoshima Junko's true identity!

[The Ultimate Despair!]

Daughter of Despair!

After betraying and killing her closest loved ones, her facial expressions were somewhat exaggerated and unnatural.

Enoshima Junko smiled in a twisted way.

She ran to Akane Owari's corpse, knelt down, and kissed him deeply.

Then, Enoshima Junko let out a hysterical cry, "For me, despair is the most delicious thing in the world! Sister, I love you! But... I love despair even more! I'm sharing the most wonderful despair with you. When you die, won't you be grateful to me?"

Enoshima Junko's performance sent chills down everyone's spine, raising goosebumps and sending shivers down their spines.

The chilling malice seemed to seep into the very marrow.

The only one who was somewhat normal was Wang Yan.

His composure surprised even himself.

After all, judging from his life experience, he should not have performed much better than others in the face of such illogical and unconventional unexpected events.

But Wang Yan now asked indifferently, "As your sister, Akane Owari is a very good and capable assistant. Without her help, aren't you worried about being killed by us? This is not just about crossing the river and then destroying the bridge or using up the millstone; you are courting your own destruction."

There was no hatred or appreciation in his words; he was like a deity standing in a realm beyond human comprehension, indifferently looking down upon all living beings.

Human joys and sorrows are irrelevant to him.

"Ha."

Enoshima Junko squinted at Wang Yan, letting out a contemptuous laugh, his arrogance raging. "I just want to taste the bitterness of despair. Actually, you can understand me, right? Why pretend to be a normal human being? I am despair, you are a desire for control. Speaking of which, you're no less skilled than me..."

Hearing this, Wang Yan shook his head and snorted, "Even when you're about to die, you're still spouting nonsense."

The woman before me can no longer be considered a pure human being in essence.

Her very existence is the human manifestation of the "Concept of Despair".

Birth, aging, sickness, and death meant nothing to her; despair was the only meaning. Everything in life was a prelude and guide to savoring the final despair.

"Whatever you say!"

Enoshima Junko raised an eyebrow slightly, blood gradually spilling from her mouth. "Ha~ I've already taken the poison beforehand, I'll die soon."

"Of course, it could also be a drug that puts people into a state of suspended animation. I deliberately set a trap to deceive you, to fool you and toy with your pathetic intelligence."

"Just a heads-up... it would be best to completely dismember me, or even cook and eat me. Otherwise, I might still come back!"

As she spoke wittily, Enoshima Junko's beautiful eyes held a strange smile before she spat out two mouthfuls of Black Blood.

A chilling smile graced her face before she breathed her last.

However, her eyes were wide open, which looked quite terrifying.

Wang Yan expressionlessly took Enoshima Junko's pistol and pointed it at her heart.

"Bang"!

"Bang"!

After the two shots, Enoshima Junko's eyes widened suddenly, and her mouth split open even wider.

Her laughter was eerie and grating. "Hehehe... Wang Yan, well done! But true despair has already... spread! Hehehehe..."

Bang!

A bullet struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

Looking at the bloody hole on her head, you could tell that Enoshima Junko was truly dead this time.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Suddenly, Enoshima Junko's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Seamus! This is the Ultimate Despair, and I am Enoshima Junko herself!"

A flirtatious and arrogant female voice lingers in my heart.

The talented individuals were startled, but breathed a sigh of relief after discovering the source of the sound.

It turned out that her voice was coming from the computer.

A short film started playing on the projector.

In the video, Enoshima Junko intense malice seemingly able to break through Dimensional Barrier and descend upon everyone.

"By the time you see this video, I should already be dead."

"Hahaha! Don't you feel it's a pity?"

"Isn't it a bit too early for a girl as beautiful and elegant as me to die?"

"But... it's okay!"

"My influence will last for the rest of your lives!"

"You are the henchmen of despair!"

"You are the minions of despair!"

"Go forth, talented ones who have inherited my will! Make this world more interesting!"

As everyone watched the slideshow of Enoshima Junko's "Despair Film" from who-knows-where, their expressions gradually contorted, and their eyes turned ferocious.

They tried to turn their heads away, close their eyes, and plug their ears, but they couldn't control their bodies at all.

Wang Yan took a deep breath and clapped his hands.

"Close your eyes."

It was not Wang Yan who uttered those two words.

Instead, it was a man with hair reaching his waist.

He slowly walked to the computer and closed the video of despair.

Makoto Naegi after being subjected to the Izuru Kamukura Project's live body modification.

The boy who was given the title of "Ultimate Hope".

"You arrived just in time. I will keep my promise."

Wang Yan rubbed his throbbing temples and said this.