Bang!
Same place, different time—the Tiger Man once again fell onto the beach near Holly Port.
It was still nighttime, but compared to the last time he arrived, more than three hours had passed.
The Tiger Man lay motionless in the sand. Only after dozens of minutes did he roll over, his vacant eyes staring at the moon in the sky.
He had lived in seclusion among the Southern Island Chain of the previous worldline for over a decade. He had thought he had avoided Cult Leader Feng of this worldline, yet he had still been discovered, with no chance to escape.
He was hung up once again.
When he realized what was happening, Cult Leader Feng from the previous worldline opened the door to Building One of Lorenz Psychiatric Hospital, and then the two Cult Leader Fengs merged into one.
After that came the flesh-and-blood grafting he knew so well.
Cult Leader Feng's body spread countless tendrils of flesh, grafting flesh to flesh with him and every member aboard the bus.
After pain beyond the power of language to describe, he was sent into the third room of Building One.
[I can see it now. No matter what we do, Cult Leader Feng will find us, hang us up, and enter Building One of Lorenz Psychiatric Hospital. So, we should just surrender!]
Inside the bus, Barsa, who had been silent for a long time, was the first to speak.
Not far away, Wang Chen, slumped weakly in his seat, let out a long sigh and sat up.
Wang Chen sighed. "I've always supported surrendering, but this time, even if we surrender, it'll be useless..."
[How would it be useless?]
Rajko, the Lion Man in the neighboring seat, leaned over as well. "Yeah, how would it be useless? If