Why is my journey to the world of anime a strange tale of rules?

[A Memorandum from the Happiness Clinic]

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I arrived at that place again in my nightmare, that chaotic and distorted world, a projection of the real world.

This time, the situation is different from before, because the monsters are not scattered and moving around randomly as usual, but have gathered together, seemingly waiting for something to appear.

Under the cover of darkness, I moved a little closer, but I still couldn't see what it was.

But I sensed something, something twisted, something forcibly pieced together, something extremely evil and vicious.

A pale red mist was seeping from that thing. I wasn't sure what would happen if I got into contact with it, so I had no choice but to retreat for the time being.

My family didn't appear in today's nightmare, which I'm not sure is good news. The things that were tracking me didn't show up either. Do they have something more important to do that makes them indifferent to the life or death of this old man?

Regardless, at least I've survived another day. As for revealing all the secrets, I honestly don't know if that idea is even possible right now. Let's just get through tomorrow first.

The memo itself was used as a diary by the indigenous people at the clinic, who recorded many exploration notes.

Some of the texts were meaningless, while others provided significant clues for Jianzi. For example, now, as the twisted flesh in front of her withered and receded, a clear, pale red mist drifted out, guiding the girl in the right direction.

tread--

The girl's steps forward finally came to a temporary halt.

After the wall of flesh and blood in front parted, a huge pool of blood, pitch black and seemingly endless, was finally revealed.

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Stepping into the blood pool, a chilling sensation spread across my skin.

After confirming that the blood would only reach his knees at most, Jianzi raised his head and continued walking into the darkness.

She could already "see" where her destination lay.

Chapter 43: The Trap of the Strange Object and the Moment Yotsuya Miko Breaks It

An endless world covered in blood.

It's just like the blood pool I saw in the Abyss of Bydos, only the pollution level isn't as high... No, that's not right. This blood pool is actually more polluting than the blood pool in the Bydos Research Institute, but I've become too powerful now to be corrupted at all.

Splash—splash—

With each step Jianzi took forward, splattered blood everywhere.

She could sense that all of this blood had already been "used".

After the painful extraction and the blasphemous ritual, the life force that originally existed in this blood has vanished without a trace, its whereabouts unknown.

What remains today is less blood and more waste fluid—the scraps left after human flesh has been used as material.

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The dark red liquid flowed slowly with the girl's steps, spreading ripples all around.

Mutilated human corpses floated among them, wailing and crying, occasionally trembling and struggling, unable to rest like real corpses.

However, compared to the wall of flesh and blood they had passed before, these corpses were clearly different. At first, Jianzi only had a vague feeling and couldn't be sure what was going on, but when she accidentally touched a corpse floating in the blood and found that it had vanished without a trace, without any actual touch, she realized that all the corpses here were just the remnants of remains, the last insignificant traces of those innocent people who had been tortured and killed, mere phantoms without any physical form.

"The soul and flesh are made into derivatives and used as sacrifices. Blood becomes materials for rituals. The remaining pain and flesh scraps are made into walls of flesh and blood. The last bit of echo is simply discarded on the spot, like garbage, left to pile up?"

The girl spoke softly, a hint of sadness in her expression.

She turned around and looked back at the massive wall of flesh and blood hidden in the darkness. After a long while, she turned back again and continued forward.

This wasn't the first time he'd witnessed the distortion and cruelty of the dungeon world.

Instead of continuing to lament, we should take action as soon as possible. Only by completely ending this can we prevent new tragedies from happening.

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Jianzi continued to walk forward in the pool of blood.

The tattered notebook in her hand turned its pages on its own as she walked, revealing more messy writing.

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Today's dream was so peaceful, so peaceful that I thought I was dead.

The sound of the water rippling with each footstep gradually faded into silence, until it was inaudible.

I opened my eyes, and all I could see was endless darkness; I couldn't find a single ray of light.

The already faint light in this dark space almost completely disappeared. Even the light source that Miko herself brought was affected at this moment, constantly flickering, going out, and then turning back on on its own.

I can't hear any sound except my own. In this darkness, there are only my own footsteps and breathing. I shout loudly, but there is no response or echo. It seems that I am the only one here.

Unconsciously, the sounds of breathing and footsteps began to grow louder and clearer, as if someone was walking beside Miko.

I had no idea where I was. I wandered aimlessly, walking on a hard floor that I didn't even know was made of. I walked for a long time, until I couldn't walk anymore, without ever touching any boundary.

Then, as the words on the pages were illuminated by the flashlight, Jianzi frowned and realized that some things she had been able to vaguely sense were becoming blurred.

I have absolutely no idea where I've ended up.

Did those terrifying monsters discover my spying and imprison me in this empty cage while I was off guard? Or did I come into contact with something I shouldn't have, resulting in some kind of curse?

I tried to wake up from the dream, but the methods that used to work completely failed. Moreover, as I remained in the darkness longer, I found my memories becoming increasingly blurred; things that were once so vivid seemed to be slowly slipping out of my consciousness.

But I managed to escape in the end, which is why I was able to write these things down. I was so lucky.

It's so good to be back here. Luckily, I brought my notebook with me so I can quickly record my experience.

The chill gradually intensified.

The foul-smelling blood was icy cold, causing waves of pain to the skin.

But Zi continued to move forward silently, repeating the same steps in this silent, dark world.

wow-

The notebook turned to a new page, continuing to write from the previous night.

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How did I escape?

I have tried many times to recall yesterday's events, but I can't remember any specific details. I only know that I eventually walked out of the darkness and returned home, and that's all.

This is very abnormal. Why is my memory so blurry? What exactly happened to me?

Regardless, this sign perhaps means that I'm one step closer to death.

The abnormalities in my body are becoming increasingly obvious, and my consciousness is constantly changing. Every night when I fall asleep, I feel like I could fall into an abyss. I've struggled for so long, and this is my limit. I don't know if I'll be able to come out alive if I go into that place again, or if I'll be able to leave a record so that future generations will know what I've been through.

Under the crimson glow of the blood-red realm, the distorted text on the notebook appeared as pale as blood.

The heavy breathing became clearer as they moved forward, as if it were coming from Miko herself, or perhaps from something else entirely.

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The notebook had been turned over once more, revealing torn pages and a barely legible tattered page at the back.

[Page ? ? ?]

Will there really be successors?

I'm clearly the only person here now.

I can see and hear nothing but myself.

There's nothing here.

Why do I believe this notebook should be left to those who come after?

Is there anyone else here besides me?

Are there really other people here?

Are you here?

Are you here?

【Who are you? 】

Who are you? ...

The girl slowly stopped, standing in the boundless darkness, silently looking at the extremely messy notebook in her hand.

There were no strange questions like "Who are you?" on it.

But Jianzi knew that when she was reading the notes, she had undoubtedly seen the densely packed short sentences and the image of the old man who seemed to emerge from the pages and ask her a question.

It's getting colder and colder around us.

Jianzi could feel his joints gradually freezing and losing their vitality little by little.

I can't feel it anymore.

The girl could still sense the direction of the core node when she first entered this dark place, but now she can no longer perceive it.

It's strange that even with her powerful senses, there are times when she can't detect something.

Ultimately, she initially brought this notebook with her hoping to gain guidance from it. But now that the notebook is clearly exhibiting an abnormal corrosive effect, why should she continue to peruse it, further stimulating its power and causing herself harm?

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The girl remained expressionless, simply flipping through the notebook, looking back at the pages where the text was relatively intact and the pages hadn't been torn out.

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I saw that place in my dream; it's still far away, but it's getting closer.

The strange noises were gradually decreasing. I didn't know if it had given up trying to lure me or if it was planning to use some new method.

No matter what happens next, I'm prepared to face it. I'll fight to the last man with my life. As long as I'm alive, I won't choose to die.

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I saw that furnace again; it was far away and terrifying. Going there wasn't a wise choice, so I decided to go in the opposite direction.

The problem is that going in the opposite direction doesn't necessarily mean safety. The deeper I went into this complex of buildings, the stronger my sense of unease became. Perhaps I should reconsider the direction I chose...

You probably never imagined what I've been through, right? So many years have passed, and now, all alone, I'm going through something so complicated and terrifying.

It's time to move on.