People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 149 Courage and Faith

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Suren looked at the person who had lost hope and sighed.

Although he didn't want to expose this cruel truth, it was the reality.

The childhoods of these people were filled with misfortune.

Fear of parents, guilt towards younger brother, fear of school bullying—

Therefore, even the smallest, most insignificant beautiful memory is incredibly precious to them.

But they didn't know that beneath this pitiful beauty lay endless fear and pain.

Using this as a sacrifice to fight a monster that feeds on fear?

Isn't this like throwing good money after bad?

Upon hearing this cruel truth, the last glimmer of light in Bill and the others' eyes was completely extinguished.

They lowered their heads in despair, their eyes unfocused.

Their consciousness instantly plummeted into the abyss, entering the nightmare that the clown had tailored specifically for them.

The clown's enormous head slowly descended to the surface of the water, and the three death rays gradually merged into its body.

It inhaled this pure fear with utter satisfaction, a look of pure enjoyment on its face.

After absorbing enough nutrients, its head suddenly split open on both sides, and spider legs with barbs extended out.

"Hehehehe————"

The clown in spider form looked at Suren.

"Now, it's your turn. Delicious snacks."

The clown swung his spider legs at him.

Suren remained expressionless and drew his sword.

"Clang!"

A flash of purple light disappeared into the darkness.

"Pfft"

The thick spider leg was instantly severed by the Asura Blade and sank into the water.

Suren didn't waste any words with it, and magic erupted beneath her feet.

His figure blurred into a blurry afterimage, skimming across the water's surface and creating a wave.

[Quickly walking Iai]!

He drew his longsword with a fierce motion, and his speed surged again in that instant, transforming into a sharp blade of light that weaved through the clown's waving spider legs.

When he reappeared, he was already standing steadily on the water behind the clown.

Suren remained calm, gripping the scabbard with his left hand and pushing the hilt with his right, slowly sheathing the long sword.

"Click".

The moment the blade is sheathed.

The clown's lower body's spider legs exploded simultaneously, and his head, now unsupported, crashed into the water, splashing water everywhere.

"Hehehehe————"

The clown grinned, its smile sarcastic, as if Suren's attack was nothing more than a tickle to it.

Within seconds, spider legs began to grow back from its body.

Moreover, as it extracted more and more fear from Bill and the others, its body seemed to be transforming into an even more terrifying form.

The fully recovered clown leaped high into the air, his massive body gaping open, lunging at Suren.

Suren's eyes narrowed, and he held the long sword upright in front of him, gripping the hilt with his right hand.

Just as the clown was about to reach him, the long sword was drawn and gently swung forward.

【The Void Blade Realm】!

A very thin blade of light slashed out, and the clown, sensing the threat of the attack, changed his expression slightly.

But it had nowhere to avoid it in mid-air, so it could only temporarily use its spider legs to block its body.

"boom!"

The blade struck its body, instantly severing its two spider legs, and the clown's body was also blasted away by the force.

Suren looked at the long sword in his hand and frowned.

The effect of the Void Blade Realm shouldn't be like this. This strike should fix the enemy in place, allowing you to launch other subsequent slashes.

Is it because the Asura Blade doesn't have the space-cutting property of the Yama Blade?

Therefore, although this attack is extremely powerful, it can only cause pure physical damage.

The thought flashed through his mind, and his figure once again became a blur, closely following the clown who had been knocked away.

In mid-air, Suren stepped on the clown's face, his arms swinging rapidly.

The longsword transformed into a dense mass of blade light, and countless sharp slashes rained down on the clown like a storm.

But the clown seemed oblivious to the pain.

It withstood Suren's slash, forcibly stabilizing its body, and opened its mouth again.

At such close range, Suren saw the three glowing death rays deep within his body.

He decisively abandoned the attack, stepped on the clown's face, and used the momentum to retreat.

The instant he stepped back, a blinding beam of light shot out from the clown's mouth.

It flew past Suren's body, piercing straight through the stone wall above, leaving a hole.

Suren landed on the water and sheathed his sword.

The clown floated in the air, its spider legs and wounds, which had been severed by Suren, completely healed.

"Hehehehe—it's useless."

The clown stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining blood on his face.

"With their fear as fuel, you can never defeat me."

The enormous head spun in the air, drool dripping from its mouth.

"Look at these poor worms, their brains will soon become my most delicious food in their despair."

The clown stopped spinning, his eyes fixed on Suren: "Next—you're the only one left."

Looking at its smug expression, Suren asked calmly, "What if they wake up?"

"Wake up? Hehehehehe."

The clown seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his laughter echoing through the underground space.

"Them? A bunch of good-for-nothings trapped by childhood trauma for twenty-seven years? One of them committed suicide upon hearing news of me?"

"If they truly had the courage to face their fears, why did they hide outside like rats for twenty-seven years?"

"Everyone experiences fear."

Suren looked at the clown, her voice calm.

"Some people are buried alive by fear, but others use fear as kindling to ignite the flame within them."

"Furthermore—"

A strange purple light flashed in Suren's eyes.

The magic within him began to boil, like a volcano about to erupt.

Purple light outlined the shape of his armor on his body.

Even if they are consumed by fear—

Suren's voice began to grow muffled.

"You will surely die today as well."

The moment he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure emanated from him and reverberated outwards.

The once calm water surface was instantly churned up into waves several meters high.

"boom!"

A streak of light pierced through the waves, moving at a speed beyond the limits of the naked eye, instantly penetrating the clown's body.

The clown's mocking smile froze; it hadn't even seen Suren's attack.

It lowered its eyes and looked down at the hole the size of a washbasin.

"Aww—"

The clown let out a painful howl, which shook the surrounding rocks and caused them to fall.

It instinctively mobilizes the surrounding energy again to repair the wound.

This time, however, the repairs were incredibly slow.

The clown turned his head in horror to look at Bill and the others lying on the platform.

The fear emanating from these people was actually diminishing!

"That's impossible!"

The clown's eyes were filled with disbelief.

These people, in their environment, should have been experiencing the deepest despair.

How could fear possibly diminish?!

Suren gripped the Asura Blade in one hand, his body covered in demon armor. Purple magic flowed and flickered through the gaps in the armor, making him appear like a demon god emerging from hell.

"Nothing is impossible."

He stepped on the water and walked towards the clown step by step.

The raging magic power was continuously compressed within the scabbard, and a ball of purplish-red magical flame ignited from the scabbard. The terrifyingly high temperature caused the water beneath his feet to boil instantly, and large plumes of white smoke rose from his feet.

"Courage and conviction are humanity's most powerful weapons."

As the clown watched Suren approach and felt the increasingly terrifying power of the knife, a thought of retreat arose in his heart.

It feeds on fear. As long as fear exists in the world, it can lie dormant and come back again decades later. There's no need to fight it to the death here.

Having figured this out, a glint of madness flashed in the Joker's eyes.

It suddenly opened its mouth.

The mouth kept expanding, even squeezing the eyes and nose, turning the entire face almost into a giant black hole.

This giant mouth is covered with a dense array of sharp fangs.

And in this deepest part, three spheres of light are spinning rapidly.

This is its true form, the Death Ray.

Anyone struck by this light, even a god, will be driven to endless madness!

However, at the very moment the death ray was about to be fired.

Its eyes, squeezed to the edge of its cheeks, trembled suddenly, and several wisps of silk appeared in the surrounding void.

With a struggle to move its eyes, it was horrified to discover that the entire underground space seemed to have been muted at that moment.

Hundreds upon hundreds of purple lines, as thin as hair, had already enveloped him.

"Click".