I'll kill you after I finish this game!

These chaotic things made it difficult for Fujii Ren to remain rational.

"Uhhhhhhh!!"

The head, the head was forcibly twisted off, and the dark perspective suddenly turned into a distorted and extremely bloody blurry phantom.

The neck was severed, the view plunged into darkness again, and the world was turned upside down!

But when he opened his eyes again, everything was tinged with an ominous and eerie crimson.

The headache was gone, the nausea was gone, and the dizziness disappeared. Not only my vision and hearing, but all my senses were revived.

"what--"

It's unclear whether "Fujii Ren" exhaled a refreshing breath, but the sound it made was like the low panting of a wild beast.

However, this is to be expected. With a new head, the perspective naturally changes, and the unpleasantness of the previous head will naturally dissipate.

All senses seemed to become more focused and acute, and the field of vision could even capture dust and bacteria in the air!

On the other hand, the mind controlling the body remains blank, carrying an ambiguous feeling as if it has nothing to do with it.

Her movements aren't exactly agile, perhaps because her mindset isn't yet stable, but Fujii Ren's influence is already quite weak, so it shouldn't be a problem anymore.

I'll get used to it quickly and adapt immediately. I know her better than anyone else, and we're the best match.

After all, she and I are Caduceus (the two-headed serpent) – we are one person, inseparable, yin and yang.

Hmm, it feels quite romantic, this kind of predestined relationship.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

The owner of the head let out a creepy and strange giggle, no longer Fujii Ren. At this moment, even the audience realized that the owner of the voice and perspective had long since changed.

Just like how Fujii Ren went completely silent after her screams, this person, whose identity is unknown.

Could it really be that they twisted off the head and switched the scene? The audience felt a chill run down their spines; it felt like they had switched to a horror movie.

"Traveler, I'm scared..." Inside an inn in Liyue, Teyvat, Paimon, looking at this incredibly eerie perspective, trembled and threw himself into Luminous's arms.

"...Do you think I'm not scared? This kind of ghostly sight should be seen with Hu Tao." Ying replied helplessly, hugging Paimon.

She's quite daring, having traveled all over the country, but this kind of immersive experience, seeing things from someone else's perspective, is indeed a bit too creepy.

Seeing this scene, Walnut from the Rebirth Hall unconsciously picked up her homa staff, feeling that Fujii Ren might have been possessed by some evil spirit.

Zhongli, a guest elder of the Hall of Rebirth, and a certain pure yang body who was searching for exorcisms also felt that this was the case.

Wendy, who was sitting on the wind god statue enjoying the breeze, frowned slightly as she looked at the scene on the screen. This Fujii Ren seemed to have a constitution that attracted trouble, encountering one outrageous thing after another in one day.

Even in dreams—no, this doesn't seem like a dream, it's more like connecting to other people's perspectives, and that person has a very close relationship with Fujii Ren.

Let's return to the video footage.

The crimson moonlight revealed a murderous intent.

The person in the video was chuckling and staggering away like a sleepwalker.

Where to? Need I say more? To where the prey is, of course.

In fact, from the perspective of the owner at this moment, it doesn't matter what the prey is, even if it's a cat or a dog.

Blood, life, anything with a soul has value in being killed—in other words, as long as it satisfies the destructive impulse in his heart at this moment, this guy will not be picky at all.

If there were a zoo nearby, this guy would probably prey on the elephants and giraffes there, but unfortunately there isn't one, so he has to hunt other animals.

That is... perhaps there's no need to explain.

It's human.

First up was a woman in her mid-twenties, probably working in the nightclub business. She was still out so late, and her glamorous makeup and outfit left a strong impression.

found it.

"Hey......"

The camera zoomed in on the woman's back in an instant, and when she turned around in confusion upon hearing the sound, the expression on the other person's face was frozen in time.

choke--!

A sound like a sharp weapon slashing rang out, and a trajectory that flashed by with lightning speed disappeared in a flash of light.

puff!

Whether the slash came from the left or the right is irrelevant; the woman who was slashed wouldn't recognize her, much less remember her.

The woman's head was severed with a single stroke and sent flying into the air.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Even though it was a fatal blow, it still didn't let the opponent go. Like a deranged killer, it swung its blade again and shattered the opponent's body into pieces before the head could fall off.

Without any resistance, the woman's body scattered and fell in all directions, adorning everything around her with a tragic crimson hue.

"hehe......"

Having done this, the viewer burst into hearty laughter, then took one last look at their masterpiece before the viewpoint began to move rapidly.

Leaping and running between buildings, moving like a cat through alleyways, its red retina's vision locks onto its prey in the night.

He witnessed everything, killing the elderly, murdering men, slaughtering women, cruelly killing wives, torturing infants, and instantly killing dogs...

Drunk thugs or biker gangs, white-collar workers coming home from overtime, heavily made-up women, and children who should be sound asleep...

All, everything, everything.

They were all turned into silent corpses, and slaughtered without any remorse.

What greeted the eyes of all the spectators at this moment was a sea of ​​blood and filth, as if it had been created by buckets of water being poured out in all directions. Corpses that were no longer human were scattered all around tonight, creating a blood-soaked picture of hell.

White bones, pink internal organs, yellow fat, red muscles, gray brain, cloudy eyeballs, and bloodstained hair.

The stench of blood and decay emanating from the cold, even steaming, body parts seemed to flood my brain along with my impressions.

"Ugh—!"

A series of piercing screams rang out, echoing from the various broken corpses in the frozen, stunned gazes of the audience.

One after another, illusory and transparent faces appeared, as if they were just skin stuck to bones, with pain and sorrow written all over their faces.

These transparent and twisted souls surged toward the viewer, who met them head-on without flinching, and then came a series of chilling sounds.

"Gulp... Ooh~"

The sounds of swallowing and enjoyment rang out at this moment. Each time a transparent soul was absorbed, the owner of the voice seemed to be enjoying it.

"Aha, ahahaha, ahahahahahaha."

It emitted a shrill, raucous laugh that made your spine creak. Was it joy? Was it fear? You could feel it all at that moment.

The sensation of maggots crawling upwards caused my jaw to tremble with excitement and make a cracking sound.

"Hehe, hee hee ha ha ha."

The sharp, muffled laughter was being enjoyed, and a jumble of thoughts were swirling in the mind.

It was like being on drugs, a chaotic and utterly terrible emotional state—ah, it felt so good.

That's the feeling: the thrill of killing, the pleasure of plundering, the bone-deep intoxication with absolute violence.

Everything within a hundred meters of the surrounding area was decomposed and crushed by a chaotic aura.

Not only does it carry the madness of slaughter, but the perspective of the person in charge also exudes terrifying power and might.

Ah, I want it to continue, let me continue, give me more!

Still not satisfied, it continued its indiscriminate hunt and slaughter of prey as the audience grew increasingly angry.

Thanks to explanations from helpful viewers, most viewers now know that the owner of this grotesque perspective is not only committing mass murders, but also devouring the souls of their victims.

This is no longer just a crazy act; it is undoubtedly a demonic act that deviates from normal human intelligence.

Indiscriminate killing, not even sparing souls, the heinousness of their actions cannot be simply described.

Some righteous people in the audience absolutely could not stand this crazy, demonic behavior, but the person who was watching did not stop. Under the cover of night, the other party was the most insane being.

But after killing hundreds of people, the perspective seemed to have entered a shadowy corner, and a person wearing a tattered white robe that trembled like a shadow appeared. The person's face was completely covered by shadow with a white hood, and only the chin and a mouth could be seen.

Upon seeing the strangely dressed person, the person in the viewpoint remained unfazed, and a chilling glint appeared in the void once more, as if to dismember and tear apart the person before them!

Faced with this attack, his lips under the hood merely moved.

It's regrettable, but this is the last time. Continuing any longer tonight will lead to discovery.

He left behind a muffled but barely audible statement, and then...

Crack—The bloody and brutal world shut down, and everything fell into darkness once more.

The perspective shifts again, returning to the apartment of a high school girl.

"what--!"

In the apartment, Fujii Ren, who was lying on the bed, let out a scream and immediately opened her tightly closed eyes. A pair of blue serpent staffs shone brightly deep in her pupils. She sat up, sweating profusely and panting heavily.

Touching his neck, Fujii Ren's pupils dilated and contracted repeatedly, as if his mind was adjusting signals and memories.

Just now it felt like I was dead, like my existence was being denied and rejected.

Wearing pajamas, Fujii Ren stared wide-eyed at her hands, then looked around at the familiar surroundings—her home, her room.

That nightmare, which wasn't the same as the decapitation nightmare, was about what happened to me, and why I would torture and kill others like that.

I... wait, was that really me?

Somewhat shaken, he looked out the window at the night view. It wasn't the eerie crimson color he remembered, but the feeling of killing someone was so real, as was the feeling of having his neck snapped.

Is this kind of vivid, real-life awareness of one's own nightmares truly a dream?

P.S.: I went to the hospital today, so please forgive the late update. I won't skimp on the word count; it's 8,000 words in two chapters combined...

Chapter Ninety-Six: Yuza Shirou, Sword Exhibition

The art style suddenly changes, and there are simply too many mysteries surrounding Fujii Ren, who was the first to appear in the eyes of all viewers.

At the beginning, both Skadi and Nanami cared a lot about Fujii Ren.

The scene of the opponent slaughtering Soul Eaters as if in a dream left most viewers unsure whether what they had just witnessed was real or a dream.