I'll kill you after I finish this game!

My eyes are stinging, my soul is being ripped apart—it's so ruthless and cruel.

"Um...this..."

As if her soul had left her body, the witch Anna was disoriented and let out a trembling, chilling voice.

What did she see? What did she feel? How did those four people appear in the witch's eyes?

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Father Tolifa blurted out as he looked at the witch's unbelievably stunned expression.

"...What is it, Miss Shuwei Green?"

"This is a lie... a lie... how could such a thing happen..."

"—?"

"How could this be? Why? How could this be? How could this be? How could this be? How could this be? How could this be?!!!!!"

Under the priest's incredulous gaze, Anna trembled and muttered to herself frantically, as if desperately denying something terrifying.

It was as if a real monster lurked there; the witch's composure in the face of the two murderers crumbled with an instant...

"Unbelievable! Ridiculous! I can't believe such a thing exists in the world!!!"

As if staring directly at an evil god, this could only be described as a mournful scream, indicating that tonight's chaos was merely the beginning.

P.S.: Please vote and recommend! It seems not many people are reading this part of the story. Although the updates are late and subscriptions have dropped quite a bit, at least I've made up for it in terms of word count......................

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Birth of the Transcendent Child, the Beginning of the Beast.

"How was it? It was a very interesting gathering, wasn't it?"

Mercury Serpent watched with amusement as the ominous star and the general danced together. His expression, bearing a deep and enigmatic smile, turned to Reinhardt, and he chuckled softly:

"Both of them are, in some sense, beyond the limits of human capability, right?"

The woman's majestic madness, the war beast's ferocious rage.

With an indifferent look on his face, looking down with an all-encompassing, enigmatic smile, Karl Craft murmured.

The voice sounded like singing, reminiscent of a singer performing in a grand opera.

"Indeed, the people in this country are very interesting. I just came out for a stroll and I was able to run into people like this."

The Mercury Serpent spoke to Reinhardt with deep affection, friendliness, and an equal tone: "If this can alleviate your boredom, it is my honor... May I hear your thoughts?"

The reason for this tone is that Reinhardt's true identity is enough to make Mercury Serpent treat him with equality and friendliness.

Reinhard Heydrich is definitely worthy of the attention of this seat's master.

"..."

Upon hearing Karl Craft's smiling question, Reinhardt stared blankly at the battlefield ahead, speechless.

I was unable to answer his question immediately.

But there's one thing I must make clear to this man.

"The Joker... no, regardless of who you and that Gray are, let me make this clear first."

Her eyes remained as calm and serene as when they first met, still looking at Karl with the perspective of a human being and common sense, and she said, "I'm nothing special."

You and that man named Gray are acting strangely.

It has already transcended the realm of a mere eccentric; it can be sensed as an indescribable, illogical polymer, reaching a level that defies common sense.

Therefore, Reinhard Heydrich thought that he was definitely not a ridiculous man who would indulge in fantasies like Lord Grey, nor did he have the same open and unrestrained demeanor as Lord Grey.

—If you ask why.

"I didn't know about the concept of showing mercy before."

Reinhardt spoke of his true self within the bounds of common sense, what kind of boring existence he was, what kind of personality he had, saying, "So I always give my all to everything, and as a result, I don't know when, but I've reached my current position."

The tone was unimpressive, showing no sense of honor for their achievements, but rather a feeling of taking it all for granted.

Reinhard Heydrich was like a car that never stopped running. No matter its performance, if it kept running without stopping, it could circle the world once or twice, no matter what kind of car it was.

"Although I don't know what you and Grey are looking for in me, Reinhard Heydrich is just that kind of person. If you want to have some fun, there are plenty of other interesting people out there. Go find them."

Neither outstanding nor inferior, and without any particular strengths.

This is neither humility nor overconfidence, but simply a rigorous fact.

Because he is a man with nothing special about him, he can only become boring.

Even if you have expectations for yourself, this fact remains unchanged.

Yes, seeing such a battlefield did cause Reinhardt's heart to tremble for a moment, but that was all; he was still bound by so-called common sense.

I, Reinhardt, am just an ordinary person with some talent, and that's all I know.

The reason why is that, until now, I have never felt excessive surprise or awe towards the things of the world.

So she subtly expressed the thoughts that had been buried deep in her heart, revealing her understanding of everything. However, the man in front of her remained unmoved, simply shaking his head and smiling.

"This is really... Someone like you isn't suited for any kind of strategy of concealing your abilities. If I told you it's definitely not just this much, would you change your mind?"

To conceal one's brilliance and hide one's talents and ambitions is absolutely the opposite of Reinhardt's true self.

"What?" Reinhardt looked at Karl, his tone puzzled.

The charlatan-like figure uttered such incomprehensible words, as if Reinhardt's optimism, despair, and self-insight were all... just a fleeting dream.

Karl Craft looked intently at Reinhardt, and said in a slightly meaningful and enigmatic tone:

"Lieutenant General, you said you don't know how to show mercy, and that you won't stop."

At this point, Karl Craft paused, a helpless smile appearing on his lips, and continued:

"But please allow me to ask you a question: have you ever exerted your full strength? Or were you mentally trying to run, but actually walking slowly?"

"What do you mean?"

"If we take it literally, would a lion use its claws to break an egg? Would an eagle use its wings to compete with insects crawling on the ground?"

Before him, Karl Craft recounted a truth that Reinhardt had yet to realize.

Often, people hope to be treated fairly and in accordance with natural justice within their own living space.

But what is the law of nature?

Does the law of nature maintain fairness? If so, can heaven truly be fair to everyone?

Do not--!

If fairness were truly naive, it would not create people with different intelligence and different strengths.

If fairness were truly naive, it would never have created a being like Reinhardt.

Because Reinhardt's essence and power are absolutely without justice and absolutely unfair!

"What kind of path are you referring to, the path taken by those who don't know how to show mercy? I can't see it, and I've never seen it before."

Karl Craft closed his eyes and shook his head, clearly disappointed by Reinhardt's self-deception. He opened his eyes again, looked at Reinhardt, and chuckled softly as he said:

"You just used the car analogy, so let's put it this way: a new type of missile that can fly across continents and destroy enemy countries on the other side of the ocean, or a device that can fly into space."

"Despite having that kind of fuel and internal combustion engine, it's driven in a regular car simply because it's surrounded by highways—that's you, isn't it?"

It's time to admit it, Reinhardt, you've never been serious. It's precisely because of your ruthless nature that you'd get tired of people and the world in no time if you didn't.

Your truth is so cruel yet magnificent, it cannot be bound by common sense.

"...How could that be?"

Reinhardt unconsciously murmured, a rather fragmented sound for him.

Is it because they've hit a nerve with a truth that's hard to resist? Or is it because they've begun to vaguely perceive their own truth?

Reinhardt couldn't understand the subtle, unreadable emotions leaking from the cracks in his heart at that moment.

He looked at Karl Craft, frowned slightly, and said impatiently, "Just how far can your exaggerated delusions go? Missile fuel, internal combustion engines? If I had such things, I would have turned this country to ashes long ago."

He describes himself as a car that is constantly moving, and he is indeed an upright person who doesn't know how to show mercy.

This is the boring man named Reinhard Heydrich.

Because the world as it is now is already the limit for him.

Driving, driving, driving endlessly, and that's how it ended up like this.

However, Reinhardt still felt no sense of accomplishment no matter what he did.

His previous unconscious statement about turning the country to ashes was because, as a human being, he knew it was wrong and rebellious, so he resisted and denied it from a human perspective.

Karl Craft, feeling helpless, smiled encouragingly at Reinhardt and uttered devilishly seductive words:

"So my question is, why not do it this way?"

Since you have the power to destroy everything in the world, why don't you do it? Why suppress yourself because of others? Are you that kind of man?

"—!!!!"

Reinhardt's heart was violently shaken, and his eyes were no longer calm and composed.

Why not do it this way?

These words, like poison turned into mercury, seeped into Reinhardt's heart.

Go ahead and destroy, why not love?

The persuasive voice sounded like sweet joy...

"Do you love this country? Do you have a heart of benevolence towards it? Friends, wife, lover, family, subordinates and superiors, common people, etc.—a noble person like you, whose nobility is boundless."

Continuing to tear away the debris that obscured the gold and jewels, and looking at Reinhardt, the son of man who had begun to "break," the Mercury Serpent revealed a sinister, predatory smile, like a venomous snake, and continued:

If you ask why—

Yes, if you ask why, Reinhardt's eyes were now fixed on the "gold" he had been longing for and dreaming of.

What I truly want to do, the horizon I yearn for, is an embrace of destruction.

Subconsciously, I've woven this transcendent self into my being, unaware of the delusional longing flowing deep within my subconscious.

Everyone has a fascination with the impossible when they are young.