People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 150 Died

The sound of the hilt striking the scabbard seemed to be the signal that broke the silence.

In an instant, the King of Death, woven from countless thin purple lines in mid-air, suddenly contracted towards the clown's enormous body.

Its head was severed the moment it came into contact with the purple line.

The fallen part collided with the intersecting lines below and was cut open again, repeating this process repeatedly.

The clown, who was just moments before so arrogant, was chopped into pieces of minced meat in a mere second and fell into the water below with a "plop, plop".

Its physical body was completely destroyed, and three beams of death light, radiating light, floated silently.

Those lines that were strong enough to cut through steel were instantly annihilated upon contact with the death ray.

It seemed to sense the danger, and began to spin faster, leaving a long trail as it flew upwards.

"Trying to run away?"

Suren flashed and grabbed the spinning ball of death light in his hand.

Dark power erupted in his hands, attempting to draw it into Silent Hill.

"Buzz"

The deadly beam that had been caught struggled violently in his palm, spinning faster and faster until it burst forth with blinding light, shooting out from between Suren's fingers.

Even though he was in his demon form and his hands were protected by armor, he could still feel a stinging pain in his palms.

Just as Suren felt he was about to lose control of the raging death ray.

Aresa suddenly appeared beside him.

She floated to Suren's side, stretched out her cold little hand, and gently placed it on the back of Suren's hand.

An even more powerful dark force surged into Suren's body through her palm.

The full power of darkness erupted, forcefully washing away all the light on the surface of the death ray.

The light went out, the death ray ceased its struggle, and it was finally absorbed into Silent Hill.

At that moment, a series of messages suddenly appeared in Suren's mind, but he chose not to view them.

As the death ray was contained, the fear that had been weighing on Bill and the others vanished.

"ha"

Bill and the others, who had been hanging their heads and slumping their bodies, suddenly raised their heads and gasped for air, like drowning people finally surfacing.

"—No! Get away from me!"

Beverly hadn't fully woken up from the illusion.

She waved her hands in terror, desperately pushing away the air in front of her.

The others weren't much better off.

They were covered in cold sweat, their faces streaked with tears, and they collapsed weakly onto the stone slab, curled up and trembling.

They thought they had entered a new round of fear.

However, after a few seconds, the surroundings became eerily quiet.

There was no clown's mocking laughter, nor the jeers of classmates and teachers around.

Bill, panting heavily, was the first to come to his senses.

He looked around blankly. The floodwater that had filled the basement had disappeared, and his younger brother, who had repeatedly questioned him in his dream about "why he didn't save himself," was nowhere to be found.

The surrounding environment changed back to the platform they had seen when they first fell.

Bill's gaze suddenly paused as it swept over a spot.

Not far away on the water, a monster covered in black bio-armor stood silently on the surface.

The monster had its back to them, and was holding a long sword that emitted a faint glow.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the monster slowly turned its head.

Those eyes, gleaming with a cold purple light, instantly plunged Bill into an icy abyss.

It turns out I was still trapped in a nightmare and hadn't woken up at all!

The monster turned around and walked towards him step by step on the water as if it were flat ground.

"FUCK! No—don't come any closer!"

Bill was so frightened that he backed away, looking around for a weapon to defend himself.

His helpless roar also woke up his other confused companions.

Everyone opened their eyes and saw the monster walking out of the water. They were all so frightened that they huddled together, their expressions filled with despair.

Just as they closed their eyes, preparing to face death, the monster stopped in its tracks.

Immediately afterwards, its suffocating black armor turned into purple specks of light and disappeared.

The masks were removed, and familiar faces appeared before their eyes.

"Su--Sulen!?"

Bill slumped to the ground, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, and pointed at him: "That was—you?"

"Demon hunters need to know some special self-defense techniques to fight demons, don't they?"

Suren threw the Shura Blade into Silent Hill, his tone calm.

Beverly leaned against a stone pillar and slowly stood up. She looked anxiously at the dark water around her and asked, "Where's the clown? Where did it go? Are we dead?"

"He's dead."

"That's what Su Lun said calmly."

Upon hearing this answer, everyone was initially stunned, and then a variety of complex emotions appeared on their faces.

"Oh my God—my wife and children are still waiting for me at home—"

A slightly overweight man covered his face in anguish and began to sob softly.

The other person leaned against the wall, muttering to themselves, "They shouldn't have come back in the first place; now they have nothing left."

In this atmosphere of sorrow and despair, a man suddenly got up from the ground with an excited expression.

He rushed to Beverly, hugged her without hesitation, and kissed her.

"Huh?!"

Beverly's eyes widened, and she instinctively placed her hands on the other person's chest.

Ben opened his mouth, looked at Beverly's astonished face, and said affectionately, "I like you, Beverly. I've liked you since our school days."

Beverly stared at him blankly, a love poem she had received during her school days suddenly echoing in her mind: "Your red hair is a winter fire—"

A flicker of excitement crossed Ben's eyes. He nodded and continued, "The embers of January, my heart burns there too."

He gripped Beverly's hand tightly, his voice resolute: "Since we're already dead anyway, if we don't confess now, these words will be buried with us."

Suren looked at the two of them speechlessly.

As a child, Ben was insecure about his weight and felt unworthy of Beverly, so he wrote a love poem and asked Bill to deliver it to Beverly on his behalf.

As a result, Beverly always thought that Bill wrote the poem, believing that he was afraid to express his feelings.

"Cough cough————"

He had no choice but to cough a few times, interrupting the melodramatic scene.

"Just to correct you. When I said 'dead,' I meant the Joker was dead."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire underground space fell silent.

Ben and Beverly were still embracing when their expressions suddenly froze, their cheeks turning red at a visible speed.

Beverly playfully punched Ben, and at that moment, their eyes met again.

Both sides were of one mind. Now that the Joker was dead, what was there to worry about?

And so, they kissed tightly once more, oblivious to the world around them.

Bill watched this scene with a bitter expression.

He had once had a crush on Beverly, but he knew that his best friend also liked her.

In the end, he buried this feeling deep in his heart.

In contrast to the couple who were immersed in romance and joy, the feelings of the others were like those of someone who had experienced a rollercoaster ride.

"What?!"

"This is impossible—"

"Surren, you just said—the Joker is dead?"

The other companions around, who were still reminiscing about their lives, widened their eyes instantly upon hearing this, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

The monster that had plagued Derry for so many years? Just like that—it's dead?

"How is this possible—"

Mike muttered to himself, "I've spent most of my life studying the Joker, and this man solved it in a few days?"

"The Chu De ritual failed, how did you—"

"Tricking you into finding some item and performing the Chude ritual was just to get you to open this entrance to the passage for me."

Suren interrupted him and walked away into the distance: "I never had any hope for this kind of ritual."

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