Abaddon Yama / Want to Know How to Pick Up Girls?

When Lin regained consciousness, he subconsciously walked towards the kitchen exit, but a small figure blocked his way and pushed him.

He went back into the kitchen.

Bell...?

"You clearly told me to treat you as the person who cares about me the most, so why... when you've been hurt by others, are you unwilling to... hug me?"

Sakura reached out and wrapped the rope around his body.

"But... I don't want to hurt you... I don't want... you and I to become so strange again..."

He seemed to be crying, but the tears wouldn't fall.

"I just want to love you all in a normal way..."

A Zongzi) was born.

He lay lifeless on the ground, just as he had when he first arrived.

"... Hurry up and do what you're going to do."

He looked at the girl standing in front of him.

It's as if nothing has changed.

Chapter Fourteen Abaddon Yama Demon

"..."

The scene before the man's eyes spun wildly; everything merged together and then was sliced apart, separated and then joined together again...

On the bright side, at least he can still feel dizzy.

Where is this place?

This memory fragmentation happened every time, which was really hard to get used to. He spent several tens of seconds piecing together his chaotic memories, then looked up at his surroundings...

Broken walls and ruins, the blood-red sunset.

This is the Parallel World he saw last time, the destroyed headquarters of the Firemoth.

The man glanced down at his attire, which was the same as when he was in the sanatorium. It seemed that he had not been transferred to Parallel World as himself or someone else, but rather that he had come to the Parallel World in a state between physical and conscious existence.

This time, however, the man found that it seemed like a long time had passed since his last visit.

Because they are Parallel World, it is impossible to determine whether the two visits were actually to the same Parallel World or two similar worlds.

He could only assume for now that it was many years later in the same world. The flow of time in Parallel World is not the same. Perhaps only a few months had passed in his world, while many years had passed here.

Last time at least there was an explosion, but this time the man stood there for a full five minutes and nothing happened.

There wasn't even a bird's song; the endless silence revealed an endless emptiness and loneliness.

It's as if... this world has already...

"Click—"

A strange sound that exploded directly in his mind made the man's whole body tremble.

Here we go again.

The feeling is that something is approaching from somewhere, with malicious intent—

"Boom."

A tiny yet enormous explosion erupted from the tremors beneath his feet. Sensing the impending danger, the man tilted his head back in the last half second, and then the ground beneath his feet exploded. Rusty metal shards tore through his flesh, and unseen sharp weapons sliced through the muscles of his chest and the top of his chin, instantly drawing blood.

At the edge of his vision, he saw the knife attacking him and the hand gripping the hilt.

"Bang!"

Before he could retreat, a heavy foot landed squarely on his chest, sending him rolling five or six times on the ground before he came to a stop.

Upon hearing the sound of wind breaking, the man immediately sprang up, bracing himself with both hands, thus dodging the horizontal slash that was about to slice him in two.

The man spotted a pistol on the ground nearby. Without waiting for a shot, he picked it up, cocked it, and fired two shots at the attacker!

"Bass!"

The bullet was cleaved mercilessly, the force of the wind whistling past the man's face, his right eye instantly going black.

"Ugh—" There was no pain, but the blindness in one eye affected his field of vision. He heard the sound of wind breaking from the right again, and subconsciously raised his arm to block it. Then he was lifted into the air again and crashed heavily into the alloy wall.

"Don't resist, you can't beat me."

The voice was unfamiliar; the man was certain it wasn't someone he knew... so no matter what she said, he wouldn't believe her.

He used the wall as leverage to launch himself into the air, aiming his gun at the head of the cloaked man—

"Bang!"

"Laugh."

The sharp bullet twists, deforms, and loses kinetic energy in the air before finally falling to the ground.

This is... the Herrscher's shield.

This person is a Herrscher!

The man couldn't see her face beneath the cloak. She stood on a high vantage point, bathed in light. He demanded, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Does it matter?" she said slowly in a chilling tone. "Some people call me 'Abaddon Yama Demon'... but that was so long ago that I can't even remember it. And you... don't need to care about that."

In the last second, the man saw the person calmly raise their right arm, and then the arm under the cloak instantly swelled into a towering, muscular arm, the familiar skinless muscle structure of Honkai Beast, which even... blocked out the entire sky.

Immediately afterwards, that "mountain of flesh" crashed down on him!

"Boom!!!"

After crushing the man into a bloody pulp, the deformed giant arm slowly retracted into her hand, returning to its original shape as a slender arm with fair skin.

She pulled back under her cloak, lifted her hood, and pulled out a head of long, silvery-white hair from inside the cloak. She then walked to the spot where the man had been flattened.

"..."

There wasn't a single clump of unrecognizable, mangled flesh.

Time's up, are you going back?

"Forest..."

She uttered that name in a low, hateful voice.

"..."

The man rolled over and landed on the ground, wary of the impending attack in this pitch-black place.

One second.

Two seconds.

He could only hear his own breathing.

"What are you doing?"

A vexed voice came from the darkness. After a few seconds of silence, the man said, "Nothing, just a nightmare."

"Tch, how old are you to still be scared by nightmares?" Chrono fell asleep again, and said impatiently, "Either go to sleep or go for a run. After you run, you'll forget what nightmares are like."

The man listened to his words, pondered for a moment, and then went out the door.

It wasn't raining today. He walked to the mailbox, reached in, and pulled out a letter.

Really...

However, the man was not in the mood to read the letter. He walked to the eaves, looked up at the moon, and fell into deep thought.

His consciousness problem is getting more and more serious. He keeps going to places that may or may not be Parallel World, and he is completely passively accepting this fact.

If such a situation were to occur in any battle...

And then there's that woman who calls herself "Abaddon Yama Demon".

If the man wasn't mistaken, the last hand and eyes that attacked him when he first entered that state were probably hers.

She wasn't from that Parallel World; she could see him and even break through spatial limitations to hunt him down.

This reminded the man of the dark-haired woman in the second film, who could also interact with him. Was there any connection between the two?

It seems I'll have to be careful around that woman again if the same thing happens next time...

After gathering his thoughts, the man opened the envelope. This time, the letter contained many words, presumably because the man had informed him that the Honkai Sickness could be cured, and the man was eager to inquire about it.

Surprisingly, the Nun didn't ask about curing the Honkai Sickness at all.

To Mr. Ultraman:

The barbecue was delicious today, but I noticed you were only eating potato chips. Do you have a particular fondness for them? In any case, please try to have a balanced diet; being a picky eater isn't a good habit..."

The rest was just casual conversation, which the man patiently read on.

Chapter Fifteen: Want to know how to pick up girls?

"God created all things in six days and created mankind on the seventh day. Don't you think this statement is interesting? Every person is so similar, yet so different under God's deliberate design, possessing a divine appearance but different inner worlds."

Is that interesting?

Some believers might use flippant terms like "interesting" to describe something in the Bible...

In her letter, the Nun discussed many myths, legends, and biblical passages with the man. As she herself said, she did not belong to any particular denomination, so she knew the doctrines of every denomination perfectly.

However, judging from the fact that the sanatorium only had crosses hanging but no icons, and the silver crosses on the Nun' chests, she was more inclined to Protestantism.

Hmm? Wait a minute.

The man reread the letter, and suddenly remembered that he had vaguely heard the name Abaddon Yama Demon somewhere before.

He took out his communicator and connected to the Firemoth's database. Although the communicator could only access a limited amount of information, he wasn't looking for classified information, but rather some very simple knowledge about the Bible.

Abaddon Yama Demon...

After he typed in that unsettling name, a barrage of data hit him in the face, his mask glowing white in the communicator's light.

Abaddon Yama Demon, strictly speaking, does not belong to the Bible, but rather comes from an extension of Christianity in Shenzhou. Their Abaddon Yama Demon is a combination of two monsters that appear in the Bible.

The two monsters are the Old Serpent, which tempted Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, and the Great Red Dragon, a seven-headed, ten-horned dragon that is the incarnation of Satan.

She's called "Abaddon Yama Demon," does that have any hidden meaning? Or is it that in Parallel World, that Herrscher is called "Abaddon Yama Demon"?

Moreover, she said that this name came from a time so long ago that she couldn't even remember it anymore...

The man thought for a while, then he had an idea. He took out a pen and paper and wrote a reply, in which he asked the Nun if she remembered the name Abaddon Yama Demon.

Although it may be a futile effort, since the general direction of Parallel World will be the same, there are many differences in the details, and a name may not explain anything.

"... Writing a letter to Sister Aponia?"

The man suddenly turned around, and the oppressive feeling he exuded with his sharp movements was enough to make people tremble, but the mask on his face directly dispelled the oppressive feeling without a trace.

Therefore, the little girl hiding behind the window with only her eyes showing was not afraid of his gaze at all.

"..." He stopped writing, stuffed the letter into his pocket, and turned to leave.

The little girl grumbled, somewhat disgruntled, "What? It's not like I'm stopping you from writing."

The man stopped after hearing her words. He glanced at the little girl thoughtfully and suddenly asked, "How did you find out?"

"What's so hard to notice? Aponia looks even prettier lately, and she smiles more often. I also saw her going to the mailbox a lot, and when I checked after she left, I found letters tucked inside." The little girl pouted, her clever little eyes glancing at the man. "I read in a book! Aponia looking like this means she's in love! Women become more beautiful when they're in love!"

"..." The man was now somewhat suspicious of what books the Nun usually gave these children to read.

"How did you manage to make Aponia like you? Are you rich? Books say women like rich men, but what exactly constitutes 'rich'... Or are you just good at talking to Aponia?"

The man felt he should explain for the child's mental and physical well-being, but as he was about to speak, he noticed the conflicted expression on the little girl's face and asked instead, "Why do you want to know?"

"Of course, I want Aponia to like me too, but I'm not a boy, so I can't let Aponia date me... This is so frustrating..."

Oh, I see. You've confused dating with caring for someone.

For a child her age, she may have vaguely learned some related knowledge, but she doesn't understand what it means.

"Ultraman brother, can you teach me how to become rich and eloquent?"

The man walked to the window, watching the little girl's envious gaze, and slowly shifted his gaze to her collarbone.

Stripes, pulsating.