People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

The customers in the hardware store all stopped what they were doing.

Looking bewildered, they all walked to the shop entrance and looked up at the sky.

This remote and peaceful town hasn't sounded such a disaster alarm for decades.

Suren stood by the door, listening to the long, piercing cry, her expression filled with nostalgia.

The familiar alarm sound made him think he was about to enter the Otherworld.

Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, an old man with a face covered in blood stumbled out of the parking lot and ran towards the hardware store.

As he ran, he waved his arms desperately and cried out in heart-wrenching sobs:

"There's something in the fog! John's dead! That thing dragged him into the fog! Run!"

Upon seeing this, the hardware store manager quickly pushed open the door and pulled the old man into the store, while Su Lun also retreated into the store.

He planned to observe first to see if any changes had occurred to the monsters in the mist.

In the original work, the individual combat strength of these mist monsters was not actually that high.

At least for smaller insects and monsters, ordinary people with pistols and knives can effectively kill them.

"Nonsense! It's all fucking nonsense! I'm going back to my car!"

Inside the hardware store, a fat man shoved aside the person blocking his way and strode out of the store.

Despite the other customers' strong admonitions and warnings that it was dangerous outside, he ignored them and rushed out without looking back.

Almost the instant he rushed out of the hardware store.

A thick fog, like a raging tsunami, swept over the town.

In just a few breaths, the boundless white fog completely swallowed the entire street.

A scream came from the fog. Those who witnessed this scene were horrified and retreated, moving away from the glass window.

Only Suren remained calmly standing in front of the glass door, carefully observing the swirling thick fog outside.

"It must be toxic fumes from the chemical plant! It must be a gas storage tank at the chemical plant on the other side of the mountain that exploded!"

In the crowd, an old man clung tightly to the shelf, his voice trembling, trying to explain the disaster before him in a way he could understand.

But no one responded to him. With such a bizarre fog and the fat man's screams, no one would naively believe that this was just an accident.

"Death has arrived."

A woman with a harsh face, wearing a wool sweater, walked out of the crowd.

She looked at Suren, who was standing by the door unharmed, and forced herself to remain calm as she stepped forward. Looking out the window, she loudly proclaimed:

"This is God's punishment! Death has come to reap the souls of the guilty!"

Suren glanced at her indifferently.

If I remember correctly, this woman should be the sorceress in the movie who promoted the cult.

He has always disliked this kind of person.

When people are in extreme despair, they do indeed place their vague hopes on gods or religious beliefs in order to find solace.

But faith in times of suffering should never be used as a tool for these ambitious individuals with ulterior motives to seek personal gain.

This woman's behavior reminded him of Chrisbella from Silent Hill, who eliminated dissidents.

If these two get together, they might even exchange brainwashing tips.

Why don't we find an opportunity to throw her into Silent Hill and let Pyramid Head use her as a toy?

……

The sky gradually darkened.

"Mr. Suren, I'm so grateful for your reminder during the day, otherwise my wife might also have..."

Drayton's tone was filled with lingering fear and gratitude.

His wife held their son Billy tightly, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at Suren.

Billy nestled in his mother's arms, his big eyes wide with curiosity as he sized up the aloof older brother.

"You should thank yourselves for choosing to believe in me."

Suren gave a casual reply.

In the original story, Drayton is a highly proactive team leader.

He led a group of people who trusted him to break through the encirclement, but at the last moment, because the car ran out of gas, he fell into despair and personally shot and ended the lives of his companions and son.

He himself survived because he had no bullets.

The most despairing thing was that the next second, the army's tanks emerged from the fog, followed by a bunch of relief vehicles carrying civilians.

It can be described as a very desperate ending.

"Bullshit! This is all fake!"

An argument could be heard from the other end of the supermarket.

Suren snapped out of her daze and looked over; the person speaking was a robust Black man.

"That's Norton, my neighbor."

Drayton explained, "He's a lawyer, and his thinking is rather rigid and inflexible."

Although no crisis has been encountered yet, several small groups have already formed within the hardware store.

One group, led by the Black lawyer Norton, was a rational group that believed it was all fake and that people were just scaring themselves.

The other group was the faith-based group led by a shaman. Several people would gather in a corner and pray in a mystical manner, believing that all of this was a punishment sent down by God.

The remaining large group of people, like weather vanes, wavered between the two.

In a corner, Clancy held up a camera, recording everything that was happening under the disaster.

Suren leaned against the shelf, her gaze sweeping over the people around her.

He restricted the number of people who could gather around him, almost to the small group depicted in the movie.

Besides Andrei and Clancy who came with him, there was also Drayton, the hardware store manager, the female teacher Amanda, and that old lady with explosive fighting power.

"What should we do now?"

"Drayton asked."

The group exchanged bewildered glances and looked at Suren.

Throughout the entire ordeal, he was the only one who appeared remarkably calm, and he had even made a point of reminding Drayton beforehand, leading everyone to subconsciously assume that he knew something inside the story.

"I want to go out and see what's going on."

Suren didn't hide anything and directly stated her thoughts.

"Are you crazy? You don't actually believe Norton's nonsense, do you?!"

Drayton Unreplaceable Channel.

He was about to say something more when a loud crash was heard.

At the main entrance of the hardware store, a whole pane of glass shattered with a crash.

Several flying insects suddenly darted in through the gap.

Their eyes bulged out, and they dragged a barbed venomous stinger along their tails as they flapped their wings and darted around the hardware store.

The crowd instantly descended into chaos, screams erupting everywhere.

"Scorpion fly..."

Suren immediately recognized the monster's name.

This insect has a tail that resembles a scorpion, and its venom can cause swelling within minutes, leading to suffocation and death.

He raised his hand and made a loose grasping motion.

"Buzz—"

The deer blades were assembled into a bow in the palm of his hand, and the purple magic power, like fireflies in the night, instantly illuminated the entire hardware store.

The suffocating magic silenced the screaming crowd around them.

Suren raised the deer bow, aimed, and drew the magic bowstring to its fullest extent.

"call out!"

"call out!"

A few faint streaks of light flashed by.

The scorpion fly, which was so aggressive just a second ago, exploded in mid-air the next second, its blood even being annihilated by magic.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, so fast that no one had time to react.

They stared blankly at the man holding the longbow, their minds completely blank.

Is this... magic?

"roar!!!"

Just then, a strong wind howled outside the hardware store.

A huge four-winged pterosaur climbed in through the broken window.