People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

He looked at the phantom of Alessa that had appeared beside him at some unknown time and nodded.

"bring it on."

In an instant, countless rusty steel bars and wires spread outwards from Suren as the center.

They intertwined with each other, creating a layer of steel on the foul-smelling lake surface.

Alessa's alternate world has arrived.

Suren looked at the steel bars and wires beneath her feet and secretly rejoiced.

Thank goodness we managed to bring Alessa over, otherwise, the thought of them fighting in this stinky water is disgusting.

Who knows what kind of ancient fungi are in this water?

Faced with this supernatural spectacle that changed the world in an instant...

James' pupils contracted, quite startled by what he saw, but he quickly took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He glanced at the still relatively normal Suren, then looked at the dried-up corpse monster hanging upside down in the iron cage in mid-air, silently took out a wooden stick with iron nails from his body, and held it tightly in his hand.

"Mr. Suren..."

James swallowed hard. "What should we do now?"

Suren watched his reaction and sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, those chosen by Silent Hill are all freaks.

Whether it's Rose's incredible resilience or James's reaction to monsters, they are far beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

The first reaction these people had when faced with a monster was to think about how to kill it, rather than how to escape.

Collecting his thoughts, he raised his hand and pointed to the opposite bank deep in the fog: "James, the truth you seek is in the hotel. Go."

Having him here would only get in the way.

Suren paused, then continued:

"As for this place, leave it to me."

James opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he met Sulen's slightly reddened eyes, all his words were stuck in his throat.

He suddenly recalled the strange rumors about this agency—demon hunters, 100% completion rate…

These are also the reasons why he chose this firm.

James gritted his teeth, no longer hesitated, and ran wildly into the depths of the fog along the newly formed barbed wire path.

Maria, still in mid-air, did not stop James from leaving.

On the contrary, as she watched that figure disappear, a hint of relaxation even appeared on her gaunt face.

Perhaps deep down, she still retained a trace of the dignity that belonged to "Mary".

She absolutely refused to let the man she loved see her true, monstrous form.

"Bang!"

With a roar, the M1911 in his hand erupted, and Suren didn't waste any words.

He ran across the uneven steel bars and barbed wire as if walking on flat ground.

The bullet pierced Maria's body, which was bound by the frame, and caused no real damage except for a few wisps of black ash.

"Physical immunity? Or spiritualization?"

The thought had barely crossed Suren's mind when Maria's counterattack arrived.

Her jaw pulled upwards, her mouth opened exaggeratedly wide, and countless blackish-gray moths were expelled like a black cloud.

The moths scattered highly toxic dust with each flutter of their wings, enveloping Suren.

"No wonder it smells so bad, it's covered in fleas. Is there a water shortage in Silent Hill, ma'am?"

Suren stopped abruptly, repeatedly pulling the trigger, and the specially made ammunition exploded among the moths.

"boom--"

The flames engulfed the swarm of moths, and smoke filled the air.

As the black smoke dissipated, Maria's figure had disappeared from sight.

Suren's eyes darted around as he surveyed his surroundings.

The next second, he leaped high into the air and fired several shots downwards with his pistol.

A tentacle as thick as a baby's arm shot out from underwater, piercing through the gaps in the steel bars and barbed wire towards Suren.

While suspended in mid-air, Suren twisted his waist, holstered his gun, and grabbed the slippery tentacle. He then drew his tactical dagger from his waist and, using the momentum of his descent, slashed down fiercely!

"Pfft—"

The dagger was like cutting into a very thick piece of rubber; it got stuck halfway in.

Suren used the momentum to land with a backflip, raising an eyebrow as she watched the tentacle quickly retract:

"It's quite resilient; I'll probably have to pressure cook it for three days to make soup."

Maria's figure reappeared not far away.

The metal frame around her body began to split, transforming into four thinner, sharp-tipped metal legs that instantly unfurled around her body.

She transformed from a coffin into a giant steel spider, with Maria's true form hanging upside down in the center of the spider like a mecha pilot.

"hiss--"

With a piercing shriek, Maria charged toward Suren at incredible speed.

On the steel floor that Aresa had created, her four sharp, long metal legs landed precisely on the smooth, rough steel surface with each descent.

There is none of the worry that ordinary women have when wearing high heels, such as the fear of stepping into a sewer.

"Is this already phase two?"

Suren made a comment, but her actions were swift.

Faced with the monster charging at high speed and sweeping with its forelimbs, he had no choice but to raise his gun to block.

"clang!!"

A loud bang was heard, and a terrifying, monstrous force struck.

Suren slid backwards.

"Click—"

After taking this impact, the M1911 in my hand could not withstand the force; the gun body was dented and parts were scattered, clearly rendering it unusable.

Blood gushed from his arm, which had a deep wound that exposed bone.

But the next second, an astonishing scene unfolded.

The wound did not bleed continuously, but stopped bleeding, scabbed over, and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was completely healed in just a few seconds.

Only a sliver of skin, slightly whiter and more delicate than the surrounding skin, remained.

"Tsk."

Suren glanced at the pistol in his hand with a pang of heartache, then tucked it into his pocket.

While firearms are useful, influenced by Dante, he actually prefers a close-quarters combat style.

Unfortunately, his uncle always refused to provide him with a suitable weapon, citing his lack of strength.

However, in Suren's opinion, that old man who was heavily in debt was simply poor.

"I must accumulate a lot of points when I get back this time, so I can exchange them for a decent weapon."

Suren cursed under his breath, cracked his knuckles, and charged at the steel spider with his bare hands.

"hiss--"

The steel spider's sharp limbs stabbed down wildly like spears.

Although Suren dodged most of the attacks thanks to his speed advantage, the relentless onslaught made it difficult for him to defend himself.

"Pfft!"

A flash of cold light, and a sharp segmented limb pierced his arm.

"Get out of here!"

He kicked the steel spider's body and flipped backward.

As Suren used the reaction force to create distance, several more deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on his body.

He looked at his pierced arm, a puff of white smoke rising from the wound, and his other wounds healing rapidly.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Although his injuries had fully healed, his face was paler. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his chest rose and fell slightly, and a feeling of hunger arose within him.

While demonic bloodlines can heal quickly, this healing comes at a price.

An unawakened demonic bloodline is like a pump without an on/off switch; once it senses a wound, it forcibly draws upon Suren's physical strength and bio-energy to recover.

If no way to break the deadlock can be found, and the fight continues like this for a few more rounds, he may completely collapse from exhaustion.

Suren suddenly remembered something Lady had once told as a joke—

My uncle once went missing for a month without any reason. It was later discovered that it was because his wound had exceeded the limit of healing, causing him to overexert himself.

This left him unconscious in an unknown, stinking ditch for a whole month before he finally woke up.

"Damn it... I'll have to buy some Snickers next time I go out."

Suren clenched his fist as he looked at the monster charging up again, feeling unwilling to give up.

Fighting this kind of thing bare-handed is really a huge disadvantage.

Just then.

Perhaps sensing Suren's physical condition, or perhaps unable to bear seeing Suren fighting unarmed.

A calm voice echoed in his mind.

"Raise your hand."