(￣︶￣) Despair Took Root and Began to Sprout, but the Little Mistress Had Arrived
Here, on Earth in an alternate dimension...
No one knew when this world had begun to change, or what direction those changes would take. But everyone in the world, from the powerful elite to the ordinary folk scraping by at the bottom, had gradually come to share one understanding: the world was growing more and more unfamiliar, and survival seemed to be getting harder.
That was because all sorts of strange phenomena were unfolding in this city every moment, in places people never knew about.
For example, one news report had said that in the middle of last month, on the night the blood moon tore through the clouds, the city's drainage system had suddenly begun flowing backward. Dark red, metallic-looking slime had surged up through the drains and gathered at street corners into winding scarlet streams. Under the streetlights, the liquid had even reflected rippling patterns like scales?
It was said that every scale bore a hideously twisted face...
And any stray cats, dogs, or even rats that touched the liquid would die and rot in a matter of moments. Then their bodies would split open, and silvery-white spiders would crawl out, weaving webs of white human hair across the nearby streets?
Another report said that the morning fog near a certain hospital always carried the smell of rust and formalin. The electronic display in the hospital's morgue also always flickered after midnight, and even several teams of engineers from the manufacturer couldn't figure out why.
Subway workers had also revealed that deep in the tunnels, a horrifying forest of steles made of mycelium had somehow sprung up. Unknown words glowed across the stones, written in luminous moss, and anyone who saw them immediately fell