Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo
Chapter 535 - 501 Moonlight_2

Chapter 535: 501 Moonlight_2

"The unspeakable horror and hunger, irrational disasters and death, repeatedly experiencing the demise of the mind under frenzy, even being unsure if the person waking up tomorrow is still oneself, wandering like a living corpse... How can someone like you, who knows nothing, understand our pain and troubles?"

"Rather than struggling and suffering in hell as a living being, it might be better to become part of hell."

Tan Xiang might have wanted to curse loudly, but had lost even the strength for that, and could only mutter a curse: "So eager to become a monster... go ahead and become one yourself! Don’t drag others down..."

As he spoke, he seemed to realize something and shut his mouth.

Integrating the information obtained earlier, I also roughly understood the cartographer’s specific plan.

Indeed, if one simply wants to become a Sin Demon, it doesn’t really require the ritual of "imitating a Sin Demon." Randomly finding a place to be alone could cause self-forgetfulness under the influence of frenzy, eventually becoming a true monster.

But the cartographer clearly wants more; he also plans to "save" the two children around him.

He intends to let the two children follow him into becoming Sin Demons, becoming entities that evade all hunger, horror, and troubles.

Leaving those two children alone outside may cause them to die at the hands of monsters before Sin demonization, hence the cartographer finds it necessary to capture survivors like Tan Xiang from the outside, ensuring the two children achieve Sin demonization safely under his supervision.

Perhaps personally killing those two children could also be a method of liberating them from hell, yet as a survivor who has lived till now, the desire for survival is something unimaginable for us. It could be that their accumulated sunk costs for survival have made choosing death increasingly difficult. Thus, the cartographer chose the path of becoming a Sin Demon.

Moreover, I noticed that although Tan Xiang’s emotions were filled with fear and astonishment, he hadn’t succumbed to despair.

He seems to have some countermeasures in such dire situations.

What countermeasure could an ordinary person pulled to the ground by toxins have against a Blessed Monk like the cartographer? I couldn’t help but feel intensely curious.

And regarding the cartographer’s words, the two children merely stood silently, seemingly fully accepting the intentions of the person protecting them.

"That’s how it is, Tan Xiang, although I’m very sorry, please die." The cartographer said.

Tan Xiang suddenly roared: "What kind of... joke!"

Saying that, he suddenly bounced up from the ground, seemingly unaffected by the toxins.

This was truly unexpected. Although it was apparent that he hadn’t despaired, it was surprising that he could still move. And upon standing up, he performed a second surprising act.

Unexpectedly, he did not flee immediately but grabbed a chair by his side and threw it at the cartographer.

Undoubtedly, this was a foolish decision. Although escaping immediately probably wouldn’t succeed, wanting to harm the cartographer was even more hopeless. His most sensible action now should have been to take the two kids as hostages.

In fact, I could vaguely read from Tan Xiang’s emotions the intention to kidnap those two children. But for some reason, the decision he made in reality strongly contradicted his will.

Faced with the flying chair, the cartographer stood motionless, letting the chair hit his body. In the next instant, an incredible occurrence took place. The chair, upon contact with the cartographer, seemed to reverse like an animation, striking Tan Xiang’s body at the same speed and trajectory.

Tan Xiang was knocked to the ground, and immediately grimacing in pain, he tried to move again. Apparently, he was too preoccupied to analyze the phenomenon contradicting his personal knowledge, and upon quickly getting up, attempted to escape toward the window. Shortly afterward, for some reason, he turned and launched another attack at the cartographer.

His expression revealed intense shock, striking the cartographer’s chest with a fist. The cartographer stood like a wall, unmoving, even extending a finger to gently touch Tan Xiang’s forehead.

Simultaneously, I observed odd transformations happening to the cartographer’s soul.

If a normal person’s soul is white, the soul of the cartographer, soaked for years in frenzy as a doomsday survivor, is gray. But now his soul rapidly turned black, as though ink was spilled over it.

He was determined to kill us, to eat our flesh, and was putting this intention into action. Such conscious, inhumane acts are likely ritualistic behaviors, which will negatively affect his soul.

A Blessed Monk and a Sin Demon share a dualistic relationship. Perhaps, if the individual not only refrains from restraining his thoughts and actions but accelerates them, the process of Sin demonization would be greatly expedited like a leap off a cliff.

The myriad of small scars on the cartographer’s face unexpectedly split open, gushing out copious blood, staining his face. Each tiny wound then began wriggling, with countless tiny eyeballs emerging, probing in different directions.

He was rapidly devolving into a non-human form.

This was destined to be a one-way road; he could choose to accelerate into a Sin Demon but could not revert from being a Sin Demon to return to humanity.

Seeing this, Tan Xiang exhibited an extremely frightened expression before the cartographer’s finger touched his forehead.

"—Ah!!!"

Tan Xiang let out an excruciatingly painful sound, as if electrocuted all over, collapsing onto the ground.

I finally realized what the cartographer had done before.

The reason for Tan Xiang’s two consecutive foolish decisions was not due to sudden idiocy but because the cartographer’s "guiding force" was taking effect.

The cartographer changed the direction of Tan Xiang’s decisions, from "attacking kids" and "escaping" all to "attacking himself."

The reason the chair flew back like a reverse play was that the cartographer reversed the direction of the chair’s movement.

The "guiding force" superpower was far more versatile than what he had previously described.

As for now, what he was doing...

"I slightly manipulated the blood and electrochemical signals direction in your body," the cartographer said, "this extent won’t be fatal, but it’s time you abandoned hope."

He gestured to the boy and girl, "Children, kill him, eat his flesh."

The two children moved toward Tan Xiang as if controlled, and I understood why they could behave obediently despite severe symptoms of frenzy infection; they were surely influenced by the guiding force. Given this power could deeply affect human psychological and physiological changes, it likely could also affect the progression of toxin manifestation; previously, a snap of his fingers triggered the toxin symptoms in Tan Xiang and me, probably due to this rationale.

Perhaps due to making the complete decision to kill, the symptoms of frenzy infection in the two children seemed to enter the next stage. Their gaze and soul color became particularly cloudy, appearing to reach the brink of Sin demonization.

As the two children approached Tan Xiang, the cartographer’s Sin demonization also seemed to progress to a new stage.

He vaguely stretched his arms toward the ceiling, emitting a turbulent voice from his throat hard to associate with humans. Despite being indoors, a fierce wind inexplicably arose around. Tables and chairs were dragged into chaotic flight by the accelerated air currents, and windows shattered under wind pressure.

Originally his soul at most reached Residence Level, as his Sin demonization deepened, his soul deteriorated and muddied while also strengthening to the achieved level.

Next, even the ceiling on the safe house’s first floor and the building’s structure on the second floor were mysteriously shattered into countless fragments, swept into a roaring whirlwind.

The space above became extraordinarily open, the doomsday night sky exposed unshielded in front of everyone’s eyes.

The cartographer blankly gazed upward at the night sky of endless darkness, the two children also looked up, as if observing something I could not see.

"Ah... tonight’s moonlight is so dazzling..." the cartographer murmured, "everything is blurry..."

He slowly closed his human eyes, then lowered his head, with countless small eyeballs on his face fixing their gaze upon me.

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