Hell Embryo

The stadium was filled with fanatical believers.

To some extent, they could no longer even be considered human.

Half of their mental power had already become linked to God's Nightmare.

Driven by their fanaticism, their mental power had reached an extreme.

That extremity rendered them nearly immune to all Mental Pollution. Their entire minds held only a single thought.

That was to pray for reality to descend.

It was precisely this extremity and fanaticism that allowed them to become the heart that supplied power to the entire city's madness.

Yet within those fanatical, almost simple minds, a suppressed and icy voice suddenly rang out.

Quite a few people's facial muscles twitched slightly, and they could not help but open their eyes a sliver.

Then it felt as if an old-fashioned television screen were flickering before their eyes. Noisy static kept jumping across their vision.

At last, the image suddenly became clear, but also monotonous. Their entire field of vision held only a gigantic black shadow, rising from the ground and growing impossibly tall until it filled their sight and their entire minds.

"You..."

Someone suddenly lost control of his mind and looked toward the black shadow.

"Hell's Kitchen..."

The gigantic shadow laughed hollowly. Speaking words that seemed somewhat out of character for him, it suddenly lunged down.

In that instant, everyone who saw the shadow instantly lost control of their minds.

The black shadow lunging toward them filled their entire field of vision. They saw scene after scene so real they were horrifying. In some, they were worthless, crawling by the roadside and waiting to die. In others, the reality they had longed for finally descended, only for them to be excluded from it. In still others, they discovered that people condemned them as insufficiently devout and despairingly exiled them