People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

The cellar contained some household items, some opened cans, and an alloy door facing the stairs. There was no strange smell.

The door was slightly ajar.

Suren pushed open the door and entered the room, whereupon the motion-sensor lights turned on.

The first thing you see is the monitor that occupies half of the wall at the very back, many of which have been completely blacked out.

The remaining monitors, which still had screens, seemed to be monitoring the area around the abandoned wooden house directly above.

The largest screen in the center monitors another wooden house, which is surrounded by eight torches emitting a faint glow.

"here it is……"

"A base used to monitor demons?"

Suren was somewhat puzzled, so he stepped forward.

The vast majority of computer mainframes were already shut down, with only a few remaining screens displaying densely packed data graphs.

On the edge of the workbench lies a dusty notebook.

[Month X, Day X]

Cole and I moved in. The requirements from above are really absurd; they actually stipulate that before we can start any work, we must first kneel and pray in front of that little cabin deep in the forest.

……

[Month X, Day X]

The job of regularly feeding that wooden hut was utterly disgusting.

No one has ever seen what it looks like inside, and no one dares to enter the wooden house. All they know is that after food is served, a pair of small hands will reach out to take the food. What lives inside?

……

[Month X]

[Cole's behavior is a bit strange... He's been looking sleepy lately, constantly exhausted, and there's always a lingering smell of blood on him.]

[Is the canned food delivered by the supplies department some kind of cheap, counterfeit product? It has no taste at all!]

……

[Month X]

Something's not right! Something's really not right!

[Cole looks strange; his facial features seem to have changed?!]

No wonder he always looks exhausted; he's always sneaking out at night!

Once again, I couldn't resist and secretly followed him out. Good heavens... I discovered... I discovered he was eating a whole deer alive!

……

[Month X]

I'm not feeling well, itchy ...

……

[Month X]

[Cole has stopped breathing.]

[...I looked at him...he smelled so good...]

I'm so hungry.

But the meat smells so good.

Sorry, Cole, I'm so hungry.

The diary ends here.

Further on, all you see are scribbled black lines and nonsensical ramblings that don't make any sense; you can't piece together any useful information.

Suren frowned.

It's not hard to see that this place was likely used as a base for observing the demon deep within the forest.

This is most likely the organization that was observing the ancient cannibal in Boho County.

The researcher named Cole mentioned in the diary not only changed his appearance over time, but also developed a fondness for raw food.

He looked at the records and sneered.

If demons don't deliberately conceal their presence, ordinary humans simply cannot survive for long in the environment where demons dwell.

The accumulated magical radiation, like a slow poison, gradually eroded their sanity and bodies.

Over time, human genes will mutate in the direction of evil.

However, the energy of humans themselves is insufficient to support this evolution, and they will eventually become the deformed people found outside.

In their twisted minds, they probably already mistook the demon for their creator or mother goddess.

To appease the demons, they followed their instincts and began hunting living creatures in the forest.

Suren put down her diary and tentatively pressed the ESC key a few times on the keyboard.

The data page was shrunk to a corner of the screen, revealing the computer desktop underneath.

A document is placed on the desktop.

After opening it, aside from some data metrics, there is also a blurry photo at the bottom of the document.

The demon in the photo is enormous, resembling a burly moose.

Suren stared at the screen for a while.

Yutuen?

In mythology, this is said to be the fourth illegitimate son of the evil god Loki, and he is particularly skilled in mental manipulation and illusion.

In addition, it has an extreme fondness for being worshipped.

When Yutuun corners its prey, it will temporarily spare the prey if the prey kneels down, showing weakness and submission, and will leave five bloody finger marks on the prey's chest.

This means that the prey has been chosen by it and has become its follower.

After reading the document, he tried operating other computers.

Unfortunately, no further useful clues were found about this organization behind the scenes.

After destroying the base, Suren left the cabin and continued deeper into the forest.

The further you go in, the stronger the demonic aura in the air becomes.

However, now that we know it's Yutuen, there's nothing to worry about.

In the original work, Yutun's abilities are more mentally oriented, and his physical body appears weak, even capable of being injured by humans.

Furthermore, the points reward given by the system is exactly the same as the points reward for killing the ancient ogre in Boho County last time.

This means that its overall combat power is almost the same as that of an ogre.

They're not even as bad as cannibals; the only difference is in how troublesome they are.

While thinking,

Suddenly, an unexpected figure appeared ahead of Suren.

The man had white hair, carried a grotesque skull sword on his shoulder, and his red trench coat stood out conspicuously in the colorless forest.

"Dante?"

Suren stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with surprise.

A defiant smile played on Dante's lips as he planted his greatsword into the earth with one hand.

"Well done, kid. You've been handling so many troublesome requests all by yourself lately. It must have been tough."

Suren looked at him and sighed helplessly: "How dare you say that? You left behind a mess and then just disappeared."

"Yes, I'm sorry you've had to go through this."

Dante's tone was gentle; he opened his arms and slowly walked towards Suren.

"But it's alright, Uncle is back now, leave the rest to me."

"That sounds so touching..."

Suren took a deep breath, smiled, and walked towards the other person.

Just as the two were about to embrace—

Suren's smiling face instantly turned icy cold. He suddenly raised his arm, and the barrel of the Demon-Slaying Holy Flame was pressed directly against Dante's chin.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

"Damn it, watching him act in this play with his face gave me goosebumps."

Looking at the mangled face before him, Suren sneered mercilessly, "Even if you're going to play the role of a ghost, you should at least do some background research beforehand."

"If that old bastard were standing here, the first thing he'd ask me would be if I brought him pizza, and the second thing he'd ask me would be to clear his firm's bills."

"The idea that he would offer such warm words of concern... is a bit too unrealistic."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dante's figure shattered and vanished into a cloud of black mist.

A strong, pungent stench hit me.

A massive black shadow had silently crept up in front of Suren.

Its two small hands were reaching out towards Suren, clearly intending to take advantage of his immersion in the illusion and rip off his head.

Suren decisively jumped backward, and Yutun's two small hands stretched out as well, following closely behind.

"Bang!"

The Demon-Exorcising Holy Flame struck again, forcibly forcing both hands back.

After landing and creating some distance, Suren was able to get a clear look at Yutun's appearance.

Its forelimbs are relatively long, its hind limbs are short and thick, and the vertebrae on its back pierce the skin directly, protruding like sharp saw teeth.

What should have been a head has been replaced by a human body with its head severed, its hands raised high, with antlers growing from its palms.

Below its body were two arms hanging down, swinging back and forth with its movements. Between them, two eerie green lights were locked onto Suren.

next moment.

Its two drooping arms stretched out like noodles, reaching out to grab Suren.

Faced with this sudden attack, Suren did not dodge, but rushed forward to meet the two arms.

As he ran, purple magic surged from his arms, forming a pair of giant magical hands.

This technique, derived from the Ghost Hand, was discovered by him by chance when facing the three-fingered monster.

Two magical hands in mid-air precisely caught Yutun's two attacking arms.

Suren pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!"

The enchanted silver bullet blasted out, severing the long arm.

"hiss--"

Yutuun cried out in pain, letting out a piercing roar.

A cloud of black mist immediately gushed out from the severed area, and two brand-new arms quickly grew back.

It was completely enraged. It pawed at the ground with its forelegs, lowered its body, pointed its antlers at Suren, and charged at him recklessly. In its path, tall trees were snapped in half.

Suren lowered his center of gravity slightly, channeling his magic into his arms without reservation. All four hands reached out in mid-air and firmly grasped Yuthun's antlers.

The immense impact propelled Suren's body backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

But he managed to stabilize the situation after retreating only a few meters.

"You're working so hard, why don't you lie down and rest for a while?"

Suren chuckled, exerted force with both arms, and suddenly twisted to the side.

Yutuon concentrated all its strength in its head, causing it to lose its balance and fall to its side.

Suren jumped onto its body.

With one hand gripping the antler, he gathered violent purple magic in the other hand and slammed it down hard.

"Click!"

The deer's antlers were smashed off.

Yutuen struggled desperately to get up, but his head was pinned to the ground by Suren, whose entire body was surging with magic, and he could not move.

Suren's four arms relentlessly pounded its head with punch after punch.

"Bang! Bang!"

The dull thud echoed through the woods.

Suren only stopped when Yutuen beneath him stopped moving.

Its original head had been beaten beyond recognition.