American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

Hey, uncle, what are you doing here?!

Before Beverly could finish speaking, a familiar figure suddenly flashed past her. She frowned slightly, and with the agility of a night owl, she leaped up and dragged the fat black boss out of the street corner like a dead dog before he could escape. Her pretty face was filled with anger as she questioned him.

"You're just a lousy illusionist. Instead of running your shop and doing business properly, you dare to participate in such a dangerous mission. Have you no desire to live?" The girl's eyebrows shot up. As someone who had experienced it firsthand, she knew very well how ferocious and powerful the monsters that were secretly watching were.

Jerome, the owner of the sorcery shop, grinned awkwardly, his chubby cheeks jiggling.

"Of course I'm afraid of dying... but they're giving me so much..."

He raised his stubby fingers with a hint of smugness, displaying several magic rings inlaid with large gems, as if he were a child who had received a beloved toy.

Beverly was furious and about to teach this greedy guy a lesson when her communicator suddenly vibrated slightly, sending a new message.

"...Amusement park? Received, understood, we'll go check it out right away."

After she finished replying, her expression changed. She grabbed an acquaintance who was trying to sneak away, shoved a protective talisman that the young boss had given him into his hands, quickly gave him a few instructions, and then hurriedly left with the others.

Chapter 280 Halloween Night of Horror 3

As the curtain slowly rises on Halloween Eve, the hustle and bustle of the city center seems to want to follow in the footsteps of the fireworks, crossing a long distance in an attempt to share the excitement with the tranquility in the distance.

However, the festive atmosphere had become listless and powerless after the long journey, when it reached the outskirts of the city. It was like a tired beast that lazily yawned and finally lay down gently at the foot of the lakeside villa area, becoming soft and restrained.

The manor, enveloped by lush climbing roses and ivy, resembles a serene lady standing quietly in the night. Though there are faint lights, it remains silent, exuding a mysterious aura.

Above the manor, countless golden threads, invisible to the naked eye, wove a vast net that, like a guardian deity, enveloped the land, exuding both resilience and ever-changing energy—two completely opposite auras—firmly resisting all external invasions.

Around it, space ripples and twists like water, as if a curtain is being shaken by an invisible hand. Upon closer inspection, this shaking is not chaotic and disorderly, but follows a strange rhythm, isolating the manor from the outside world, maintaining its unique rules, and forming a small, independent world.

Suddenly, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, the golden net began to violently tumble and tremble, and thousands of strange runes emerged from the void, flickering and rising and falling.

A faint fragrance wafted out, and the roses, long past their blooming season, suddenly began to bud again, while the slightly withered vines regained their verdant green.

Each vibration of the silk netting stirred a gentle breeze, rustling the green leaves of the ancient oak trees in the courtyard, creating a soft, poetic sound.

However, not everyone can appreciate such elegance.

Several kilometers away, on a low hill covered with tangled shrubs, amidst the chaotic intertwining of heather and cypress, two pairs of eyes gleaming with an eerie light were quietly spying on the manor.

"They've started to reconstruct the maze. Let's go in." Her ethereal blue-black dress fluttered without wind, and even her usually mechanically calm and rational tone was tinged with urgency.

“Ms. Morgana, please be patient. We can only begin our operation once my [team members] are fully mobilized and have drawn everyone else's attention to ensure that no one interferes. After all, it is best to be cautious when trying to take something from a witch master.”

A white-gloved man plucked a cypress seed, brought it to the red, round nose, and gently crushed it into a grayish-green slurry.

As if a clock had stopped, the woman's voice paused for a moment, then returned to its emotionless indifference.

“I will send my servants to work with them, and according to calculations, this will greatly improve efficiency.”

A crudely carved matryoshka doll made from a single piece of wood appeared out of thin air, was dropped on the ground and broke in two, and a cloud of smoke-like, pitch-black shadow immediately spun out.

"Sinno, you are ordered to go to the Halloween parade and create chaos. Depart immediately upon receiving the order."

"twitter!"

A burly, yellow-skinned man with bare upper body and bulging muscles knelt on one knee, stiffly bowing his head in agreement, before transforming into a wisp of smoke mixed with crimson sparks and flying away in an instant.

"They only react according to fixed logic and lack the ability to consider the whole picture. So they are not true souls after all. No wonder they are called ancient, but are actually so weak..."

Heh, pathetic humans, transforming into this form to escape the fear of death. Is this what it means to be alive? Truly self-deception…

He flicked the plant sap from his fingertips, his orange-yellow pupils gleaming, and thought to himself without making a sound.

"If that's the case... perhaps the original plan can be slightly modified..."

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Outside an amusement park that had already closed for the day, yellow safety tape was strung haphazardly, and a group of police officers, along with fully armed special agents, were on high alert, sternly driving away curious pedestrians.

"You guys are here!"

Seeing several figures rushing towards them from the street corner, a few special agents, holding a young man in a security guard uniform, went to greet them with a sigh of relief.

"We just received a message that something unusual has happened at this amusement park. The staff responsible for guarding the area went in to check, but they immediately lost contact and have not been heard from since."

"What exactly is the situation?" Henk gripped his sword hilt, warily surveying the buildings of varying heights ahead.

The amusement park, which should have been closed for the day, was brightly lit and filled with the faint sounds of laughter, as if it were still operating normally. Sensing an eerie atmosphere, the seasoned veteran didn't rush in like the other naive youngsters, but instead quickly inquired about the details.

"...The teddy bears, the puppets...all came to life..." The security guard standing to the side was so frightened that he stammered and recounted the story in a trembling voice.

"Simply put, those things started moving on their own, opening the gate, attracting passing tourists, and then trapping them, right?"

Henk gazed at the slowly opening and closing glass door and quickly summarized his thoughts.

The security guard, his face filled with terror, stammered, "Yes...yes, when I escaped, those monsters...the monsters were using steel needles to thread silk through people's bodies, as if they wanted to turn them into dolls..."

“Something’s not right!” Edkin frowned and leaned closer to whisper.

"Even a group of extraordinary individuals guarding this area have fallen into this trap. How could ordinary people possibly escape? It seems like they are deliberately luring people in."

“You’re right, this is a trap. They’re using slow torture, rather than direct killing, to force us to step in and rescue the hostages.” The battle-hardened priest-knight saw through the enemy’s malicious intentions at a glance.

"You all stay outside and keep watch, let me go alone..."

"What are you saying!" Beverly pinched out a seed, which sprouted into a long, thorny whip, and angrily interrupted the old man's good intentions.

"What's behind this door concerns hundreds of innocent families!"

"I don't understand that much, I just know that if I get paid, I should work!" The tall, fit woman stretched her wrists.

The bard, beaming, clung to an agent. "Sir, could you please ask your superiors if we can...?"

Seeing the diverse expressions of the people, yet all displaying unwavering resolve, Henk's lips curled into a smile, a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

The dark gold longsword clattered as it was drawn from its sheath. He stroked the spine of the sword and solemnly recited the ancient inscription carved on it:

Virtue and the sword will never waver!

A ring of crosses of varying sizes emanated from beneath his feet, like a platinum halo protecting his teammates.

The group then protected the spellcaster in the center, forming a standard battle formation, and filed in through the main gate.

Above them, on the amusement park's neon sign, a red, two-winged fire dragon lay atop a castle, gleaming brightly.

Chapter 281 Halloween Night of Horror 4

Separated by a single door, two worlds.

The sirens of the special vehicles outside disappeared instantly, replaced by cheerful, almost noisy music.

At first glance, the amusement park's ticket office looked no different from usual.

Standees and banners covered with slogans in cursive script were placed everywhere, and popcorn machines and juicers hummed.

A woman in a business slip stood behind the counter, smiling stiffly as she waved to customers.

Even if that wasn't her intention:

— Strands of transparent, strong fishing line hung from the ceiling, cruelly piercing through the joints of the woman's shoulders, wrists, elbows, and legs, manipulating her into various movements. Two of them even pierced her cheeks, pulling on her facial muscles and forcing her to smile.

"Damn it!" Even though he had seen far more gruesome scenes, the old knight, who hated evil, still cursed under his breath in anger.

Like a golden lightning bolt, it meandered and twisted, gently and delicately severing and picking away the threads.

Henk caught the bleeding victim steadily, a flash of holy light appeared in his hand, and he treated her slightly to stop the bleeding. With a flick of his longsword, he slashed backward without looking back.

A massive sword aura, four or five meters long, roared out like a golden crescent moon, shattering the glass door that had been covered by a hazy gray mist.

With a flick of his hand, an invisible force gently lifted the woman, placing her in the arms of the waiting agent outside the door. He then turned and gave a brief reminder:

"Everyone be careful. There is a barrier-like force attempting to seal it off. It is limited in strength, but its nature is strange."

They rescued one person in a short time, but the group remained vigilant, cautiously jumping over the ticket gate and heading into the amusement park.

As we stepped out of the entrance surrounded by colorful flags and balloons, the cheerful laughter grew louder and clearer.

On the contrary, the amusement facilities and buildings that should have been in front of us seemed to be covered by thick stained glass, leaving only a blurry outline made up of a bunch of colored blocks.

An even denser layer of gray mist, thicker than at the main gate, spread out, as if it were some kind of living thing, frantically crawling and wriggling along the ground.

The surrounding scenery began to distort and twist to varying degrees, with evil and eerie fluctuations rippling everywhere, interfering with everyone's perception.

On the surface of some of the equipment buildings within sight, mottled rust quickly appeared, as if decades had passed in an instant.

Others, however, became brightly colored and adorned with numerous decorative items not present before, evolving into new shapes at a visible pace.

"The space seems to be continuously expanding."

The sorcerer Simon covered one eye as he relayed the information he had gathered.

In the distance, a transparent crystal glass bead floats lightly in the air, a dozen meters above the ground, with a faint light in its center like a pupil, faithfully transmitting everything it sees to its owner.

As an ordinary amusement park in a local city, its area is naturally incomparable to the behemoth that is Disney. Logically speaking, given the speed of the Mystic Eye, it should have already completed a full rotation, but now this area seems to have been pulled into another world, and it can't fly out no matter what.

"Children, have you ever liked toys? Come and play, come and play..."

The increasingly loud laughter drew everyone's attention.

A carousel with flashing colored lights suddenly appears from the side and front, with several Cupid reliefs on the ceiling that seem to be chasing and playing with each other as if they are alive.

The little angels, with their wings spread across their backs, chased and played, displaying their adorable childlike innocence. However, the sight of more than a dozen tourists below, their hands and feet pierced by steel nails and wires, nailed to the wooden horse and wailing in agony, shattered this illusion of joy.

Upon seeing someone approaching, the laughter abruptly ceased. The Cupids' white-painted wooden eyes slowly rotated, creaking and groaning as they looked at the group.

Immediately afterwards, their mouths opened wide, and their shrill screams burst out as sound waves shattered their eardrums.

"Come play! Come play!"

At the same time, illusory arrows shot out rapidly from the bas-relief-like bows and arrows, attacking fiercely like machine guns!

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Jerome leaned against the wall at the alley entrance, arms crossed, chatting with several temporary companions who had also been conscripted. His eyes were fixed on the crowds coming and going on the street. If it weren't for the sunflower seed shells he kept spitting out, which would have ruined the atmosphere, he would have looked quite dutiful.

"If we get more missions like this with such high pay, we'll be rich." A tall, thin, mixed-race Black man chuckled, affectionately stroking the furry Alaskan Malamute at his feet.

"I'll buy a big house by the Florida beach and enjoy life to the fullest."

“You wish.” Jerome’s eyes lingered on the hot woman. “Good business is rare, unless you can eliminate the hidden monsters like in the reports.”