Amures had gone so mad that he started babbling nonsense.
The overwhelming pressure from the divine beast left him unable even to think, and he could only deny it in the most simplistic, direct way.
Instinct drove him to flee.
Just like the humans who had encountered calamities before the Age of Gods, he could only scurry away in terror before nature's decree.
Watching Amures flee in panic,
Moran revealed a mocking sneer.
"Whether it's real or not, open your eyes and take a good look. Go. Clean it up thoroughly."
"Roar—!"
Cerberus strode forward on its powerful four legs.
It gave chase in the direction Amures had fled.
No one would believe that a Phantasmal Species from the Age of Gods was racing through the streets of London.
Yet that was exactly what was happening.
"Without Hades's Authority, the Cerberus created is indeed inferior to a divine beast. Though its strength has weakened considerably, it can still absolutely be called a calamity in the modern era."
Moran watched in the direction Cerberus had departed.
He was not worried about this at all.
After all, it was the infamous Cerberus.
Hunting a Magus would be effortless.
As for whether the Clock Tower would detect it, he did not care in the slightest. Even if they discovered that he controlled Cerberus, could they really designate him for Sealing?
Creating one Cerberus was not Moran's limit.
Even conservatively, he could instantly create three or more.
Moreover, these Cerberuses could remain in the present world or vanish from it according to Moran's will.
Even if three Cerberuses were not enough,
Moran could prepare in advance and cultivate an entire army of magical beasts. By then, even blowing up the Clock Tower would not be a problem.
Of course, he had always advocated getting along peacefully.
But if anyone was blind enough to provoke him, Moran would not mind summoning an army of magical beasts from the Age of Gods for a fight.
"Moran, that Cerberus... are we just leaving it alone?"
"Don't worry. It'll disappear afterward, so you don't need to worry about it causing any chaos in London. I'm not some terrorist. I love peace the most!"
Moran wore a smile as warm as a spring breeze.
It washed away the worries lingering in Camus's heart.
As a Magus, she could guess Amures's fate.
Still, Camus did not think Moran had done anything wrong.
Whenever she recalled the heroic image of Moran standing in front of her just now, her heart still fluttered.
Unfortunately, as she watched Moran walking ahead of her,
the pleasant atmosphere had been ruined by Amures's interruption, and her idea of inviting Moran to a café had come to nothing.
Still, that was not really a problem.
Both Moran and she were students in El-Melloi's classroom.
She would definitely have another chance later.
While Moran and Camus set off on their ambiguous journey home, a completely different scene was unfolding for Amures.
He raced wildly through the streets of London without regard for direction.
He poured all his mana into his legs, erupting with astonishing speed.
His internal organs howled as though they were being torn apart.
Driving his body too hard caused pain to spread through his entire body.
Even so, Amures still desperately tried to get as far away as possible from that terrifying place.
"Haah... huff! Fake! It has to be fake!"
Amures clung desperately to that thought.
As though that were the only way he could escape alive.
He ran forward on unsteady legs.
He ran down the deserted streets.
How could someone with such inferior blood possibly command a divine beast? He must have used some method to mislead him!
Whenever Amures thought that,
the image of that vicious monster—sharp as a mountain, blazing hot, and hideously ferocious—flashed through his mind.
He could not understand it. He could not make sense of it.
It was practically driving him mad.
Faced with that terror, he had lost the confidence to remain sane and could only run like a homeless dog.
Abandoning reason, self, and dignity.
He ran and ran, all to survive.
Thud—!!
At last, his body had reached the point where its functions could no longer sustain him.
He crashed heavily onto the muddy grass.
Before he knew it, he had reached the outskirts.
"—Haha, ahahaha, hahahahaha!"
Amures knelt on the ground and laughed wildly.
It was as though he were releasing every emotion that had built up inside him.
Even though he did not want to do this,
if he did not, he would surely go mad.
After regaining his senses and swallowing down that bitterness and despair, Amures could only throw back his head and laugh like this.
That laughter was filled with irretrievable loss.
Because darkness was writhing.
A death-dealing beast from the underworld, a thousand times hotter than the fireballs he had cast, was steadily drawing closer.
No matter where he ran, it was useless—
When Amures finally came back to his senses,
he heard thunderous footsteps, as though something were emerging from the darkness.
Strange. It was all too strange.
Before he knew it, everything around him had been dyed a scorching crimson.
Excruciating pain made his entire body jerk like a spring.
His body, his consciousness, his vision, the world—
all of them spun like emergency warning lights.
At last, Amures realized it.
His body was burning fiercely like firewood!
"Aaaaaaah—!!!"
His screams were swallowed by the tide of flames.
A charred thing vaguely shaped like a human collapsed onto the ground.
Neither its hands nor its feet could move.
They had been twisted into shapes incapable of movement.
Nothing but pain filled its eyes.
The sound of fat bursting echoed across the wilderness outside the city.
Until the very end, the foolish Amures never realized that this was the end of the filth flowing from his own body.
P.S. To express my apologies to all readers, the author has released eight chapters in a row today. Please calm down a little.
The next chapter will enter the simulation. This second simulation will have the protagonist make up for the regrets of the first simulation and confront the Machine God head-on.
There will be no shortage of explosive moments.
A humble request, please forgive me for begging: the author has apologized so sincerely, so could I get some flowers and monthly tickets?
Chapter 35: Second Simulation Begins! Asking for Flowers! Asking for Monthly Tickets!
After an extraordinarily eventful day,
Moran returned to the student dormitory, where the air felt familiar.
The moment he entered his room, he turned his gaze to the clock on the wall. There were still more than ten minutes until the simulation refreshed.
Soon, he would be able to begin the second simulation.
"Phew, ten minutes left."
Moran sat on the bed and muttered to himself.
Other than dealing with his dispute with Kayneth, he had spent most of the day thinking.
Thinking about how to carry out the second simulation.
How he could make the ending more perfect.
The tragic scene beneath the moonlight at the moment of death still left emotions lingering in his chest.
"This simulation, I'll make different choices. Being able to simulate multiple times is my greatest advantage."
Moran settled on the direction of his second simulation.
During the day, he had asked the Simulator about the detailed rules.
Fixed talent skills could also be brought into the next simulation, and they would not take up the talent skill slots chosen at the start of a simulation.
This time, in addition to the three fixed skills he already carried, he could choose three more when the simulation began.
That was to say, he could possess six skills.
Twice as many as in his first playthrough.
The only thing he needed to worry about was hoping the Simulator would not draw some useless skill.
As he made his final considerations and sorted through his thoughts,
ten minutes soon passed.
The Life Simulator's available simulations refreshed accordingly.
Today's simulation attempts have been reset. The host may enter the Simulator at any time. Please note: if no simulation is conducted within twenty-four hours, unused attempts will not accumulate upon refresh.
Hearing the notification from the Simulator in his mind.
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