People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"Look at this. The patterns on it are ancient sacrificial runes, which allowed it to control these weapons through divine power."

"Have you heard about the church that caught fire a while ago? The police said there were hundreds of bodies inside, and I suspect it was its lair."

"He hid the corpse, not to satisfy some perverted collecting fetish."

The old father, Jack, spat on the monster.

"That was its subconscious behavior, an attempt to rebuild the destroyed underworld. And those corpses... were what it considered its believers."

Suren frowned: "Regardless of what it was before, how do we completely kill it?"

Upon hearing this, Jack hesitated slightly: "I...I'm not sure either."

He shook his head. "Simply destroying the physical body won't work. Perhaps we need to find a way to completely sever its connection with the stars, depriving it of its source of power?"

Suren listened to Jack's words, looked up at the starry sky above, and then looked down at the cannibal that had given up struggling.

Severing celestial connections...

How about locking it in Silent Hill?

Thinking of this, a surge of darkness erupted from his body.

The surrounding environment began to peel away in small areas, the road beneath their feet became hollowed out, and the soil was replaced by rusty wire mesh and flesh and blood, with hellfire raging below.

"What...what kind of place is this?"

The elderly father, Jack, stared wide-eyed and took a few steps back in terror.

The most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life was that cannibal, but the scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

Patty was also startled by the sudden change, but she quickly calmed down next to Suren.

Countless wires extended from below the ogre, binding its limbs and body.

The ogre realized that its connection with the starry sky was being severed, and its wounds, which were slowly healing, stopped recovering.

It struggled in terror, but due to the depletion of its internal power, it could only watch helplessly as it was dragged into the inner world.

"Um?"

Suren's gaze sharpened.

Ogres that have lost the support of astral energy are like artifacts exposed to air, quickly drying out and aging.

Its body was utterly unable to withstand the erosion of the inner world; its flesh and bones were rapidly decomposed.

In the end, only a faintly beating heart remained in the same spot.

The heart was an eerie green color, with several slimy tentacles on it.

In one corner of the heart, there is a precision instrument that flashes red light.

Suren narrowed his eyes slightly. How could such a technological creation exist on a monster from a rural legend? And how could it still have a signal in this isolated world?

He reached out and picked up the heart, and several tentacles on the heart immediately attached themselves to Suren's arm, trying to take root in his flesh.

"Interesting. Looks like there's someone watching the show behind the scenes."

Suren held it up to his eyes, looked at the miniature pinhole camera on it, and greeted it very politely.

Good evening, my friend on the other side of the screen.

Then, by applying force with two fingers, the instrument was crushed into scrap metal.

……

Deep in the mountains of Virginia, a hundred meters directly below what appears to be an ordinary cabin in the woods.

Inside the massive underground structure, researchers moved back and forth, conversing in hushed tones.

Their robes had the words "Security & Containment Center" printed on the chest.

Suddenly, a section of the surveillance footage on the wall disappeared, and a red "404" error message appeared.

"Sir! The signal source codenamed 'Cannibal' has been lost!"

A monitor wearing headphones immediately reported the incident, stating, "It is currently impossible to confirm whether the person is dead."

"What?!"

As the project manager, Citerson strode to the control panel, his brow furrowed. "What the hell? Switch to the main screen showing the cannibal's surveillance footage from the past few days!"

"Retrieving..."

The screen flickered a few times, and then the video started playing.

From the moment the ogre spotted a young girl in the forest, to the start of his hunt, to the moment a blurry figure descended from the sky, and the ogre was brutally murdered.

The final shot focuses on the face of an Asian youth, who is smiling and waving at the camera.

The screen went dark.

Looking at the young man's face in the image, Citterson asked, "Who is this? Do we have this person's information in our database?"

The researcher next to him was typing rapidly on the keyboard.

A moment later, an encrypted file popped up.

"Found him, Suren... wait! He is...!"

When Sitson saw the image of the silver-haired middle-aged man carrying a greatsword in the file, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Damn it! How could it be him?"

"Seal all on-site surveillance access, classify Suren's file as top secret and seal it separately with encryption, and designate it as an extremely dangerous target."

"Experimental data on cannibals..."

"Stop fucking paying attention to that cannibalistic idiot!"

Citterson waved his hand irritably and looked at the blood-red countdown on the main screen.

"This year's sacrificial ceremony is the most important. Has the list of sacrificial participants been confirmed? There can be absolutely no mistakes, as it concerns our subsequent research results."

"As for this guy... let's not provoke him for now."

……

On the highway leading to Poho County.

A pickup truck that looked like it had been through a major battle was driving shakily on the road, looking like it could fall apart at any moment.

"Ugh... This is Jack Taggart, we're on East Route 9... We need help."

In the driver's seat, Jack, holding a walkie-talkie, wearily relayed information to the police.

In the back of the pickup truck, Suren lay on the bed with one hand behind his head, looking at the stars in the night sky.

With his other hand, he was tossing the ogre's heart up and down, not because he had any particular quirk, but because he was checking the system's introduction.

【Ancient Demonic Origin (Regeneration) ×1】

[A remnant of something from ancient times; collecting specific offerings. Perhaps it can be used for a breakthrough in bloodline.]

"Bloodline...breakthrough?"

Suren's expression was somewhat subtle. Did this mean he still needed to collect materials to break through the bottleneck?

Why does this feel like I'm playing a simulation game? And the main character I'm raising is myself?

"Never mind, let's talk about it later."

He threw the strange heart into Silent Hill and left it there.

Continue viewing the information.

Main Quest: The Ogre's Feast

【completed】

[Reward: 2000 points have been credited to your account]

Bloodline Awakening Increased to: 3%

This time, unlike the first awakening, no unusual phenomena occurred.

Suren simply felt a warm current flowing through her body, restoring her magic power, which had been somewhat depleted from traveling and fighting, to its peak, and her magic power reserves also increased.

On the contrary, Alessa within her body emitted a wave of pleasure.

[Gained Talent Skill: Royal Guard - Enhances the body with magic, greatly reducing damage taken when attacked.]

Suren looked at the message and pondered.

In the original game, did the Royal Guards also have a perfect parry ability?

Seize the moment of attack to block, thereby absorbing damage before releasing it.

Although the system's introduction doesn't mention it, the real world isn't a game, and he can deduce the subsequent skill usage himself.

For example: perfect parry, mid-air parry...

He already knew the development direction of the Royal Guard, and it was only a matter of time before he deduced its subsequent uses.

Just like when he was traveling earlier, he had a sudden inspiration and forcibly combined the [Double Jump] and [Instant Step] to figure out the highly mobile technique of [Aerial Dash].

Even if problems arise along the way, you can always spend more points to exchange for skills.

The only downside is that it consumes a lot of magic power.

Suren felt the magic power that had just been restored within her body and pursed her lips.

Finally, Suren looked at his points balance: [4200].

Although this mission gave him 2000 points, he did not intend to exchange them for any items.

He planned to accumulate 10000 points in one go and exchange them for a suitable magical tool.

I've already chosen my favorite magical artifact—

[Magic Tool: Alastor]

Price: 10000 points

[An ancient demonic sword, the embodiment of the spirit of lightning, possessing its own consciousness, grants its wielder lightning-fast speed and unparalleled flight ability.]

[Note: This magical artifact has an arrogant personality; those who do not have Spartan blood will suffer a backlash.]

As Suren looked at the description of the magical artifact, she recalled the scene when it first appeared.

The sword pierced Dante right through, and Dante, who was following behind him, was so terrified that he even wrote his will.

What he coveted most about this sword was its ability to fly.

Although its flight ability can only be unlocked in Demon Mode, imagine a cool-looking ancient demon sword that not only has explosive destructive power but can also take you flying through the air. Who could refuse that?

What's more, Spartan blood flows through his veins; how can a dignified magic swordsman operate without a sword?!

Suren sighed inwardly, "Still poor..."