His pupils contracted slightly. The Archbishop of Calamity had originally believed there was nothing wrong with what he had done.
In fact, he had repeatedly studied his plan from the very beginning, carefully deliberating over every step and preparing backup plans. That was why he had come to Happy Town to carry out this promotion plan.
Even now, it seemed that every step remained within his control.
But whenever he saw that person, he always felt a panic he could not grasp.
Outside, his parasitic plan had reached a crucial juncture. Now he was in the Museum of Calamities, which was supposed to be his world. Yet he did not understand why he felt as if he were being controlled by someone else—or even felt a trace of panic.
He did not even notice that his voice had become somewhat halting. "Everyone has their own memories."
"Within everyone's memories, there is a past they are unwilling to recall..."
"I came from calamity. No one understands the power and pain of calamity better than I do..."
"I am the master of calamity. Every calamity will obey my commands..."
"..."
This was the spiritual world, and he had not deliberately concealed anything, so his thoughts transformed into voices and intertwined around them.
As his will descended, all the thorns throughout the town grew wildly and spread toward Lu Xin. They were like seas woven from black thorns, wrapping around Lu Xin layer by layer. Although the black particles around Lu Xin seemed capable of constantly destroying the thorns, before the boundless sea of black thorns, it was all futile.
The black particles could not spread, nor could they cover Lu Xin's entire body.
Thus, the black thorns could always injure him and continuously dredge up his unpleasant memories.
No one could remain