books44 Chapter 199 Neighborhood Arc: "The Lonely and Mad Doll"
Chapter 199 Neighborhood Arc: "The Lonely and Mad Doll"
In a dark environment, surrounded by a group of ugly dolls, one figure is surrounded by figures that resemble exquisite dolls.
The girl was hysterical, muttering to herself repeatedly:
"Why...why? Why! Why!! Why!!! Why, why, why! Why are you doing this! Why do you want to hurt me! Why don't you want to be my comrades?!"
Her immobile body meant only her mouth could move, and her empty, lifeless eyes hinted at her current madness.
(Master...Master, are you...alright?)
Standing to the side, the unusually respectful doll trembled as it asked the immobile girl in front of it.
"I'm very good!"
The girl roared, her azure eyes filled with murderous intent, while Lucos beside her could sense the weariness beneath her fury.
(So... what should we do? Only one pseudo-elf has died in the past two days. If we continue to interfere...)
"I know! But if they just leave like this, my secrets will likely be exposed! And... my life will be in danger!"
He roared in despair, filled with a fear and anger he had never felt since these "friends" had come into his life.
She has no name; the quasi-elves of this realm simply refer to her as the ruler of this place—the 'Puppet Master,' the sole master of this place!
But now her monotonous and peaceful life is about to be overturned. Whether it's silencing Rion Yume who came here, or any other reason, it's making her feel devastated.
Two “troublemakers” filled him with immense fear: one was Kurumi Tokisaki, who called herself a spirit, and the other was Nameless, who called on everyone to stop killing each other. Both of them were causing the long-standing rule of the “Puppet Masters” to begin to crumble.
"No, this can't be—this mustn't be—I don't want to go back! I don't want to be killed! Aaaaaaah!"
Crazy screams echoed through the dark space; these were the sounds that only came from souls twisted to the extreme and lives threatened to the brink of destruction.
She didn't want to die, nor did she want her long-established system of rule to be exposed, ultimately leading to her death.
"The only way is to silence them... that way... just kill everyone who knows, yes! That's all! Quick! You guys! Go kill Tokisaki Kurumi! And that guy who organized all the quasi-spirits! We absolutely cannot let them leave here alive—!"
She screamed, like a wild beast trapped in a snare struggling desperately, and everyone around her, and countless others lurking around the classroom, began to stir.
(Master?) (Are we really going to do this, Master?) (Won't the odds of winning be lower if we fight hundreds of puppets against so many surviving pseudo-spirits?)
Lü Kesi and Zhu Xiaoting offered their advice.
Indeed, the dolls can rival the quality of powerful pseudo-Pokémon in terms of quantity, but only if there are only one or two. However, with so many surviving, this advantage will be greatly limited, and this is not the optimal solution.
"I know... but if they find out this secret, my life will be threatened sooner or later... I just want to live! Everyone! Can you give your lives for me!"
After only a moment of silence, the response to the "Puppet Master" will no longer be rational pronouncements, but rather a loud roar like a raging flood.
(Can do it!) (Since Master wants to do it this way, then kill them all!) (Defeat them!)
The moment the sound faded, countless puppets, like swarms of insects, poured out from the buildings and towers. There was no need to hide the sheer number; it was enough to terrify even those with trypophobia.
After the puppet left, the few remaining lights on the roof of the school building shone on the girl's face again, revealing the face of the so-called 'puppet master'.
It looked exactly like Ibusuki Panie, whom Sherry had killed at the beginning, just like a beautiful doll.
After the doll left, the girl stirred her body, which was like a doll and unable to move on its own, and felt the threats. Her thoughts couldn't help but recall the fear she felt when she first came here.
I remember that what I wanted at first was friends.
I am a super coward, living at the bottom of the neighboring world, without a single close quasi-elves.
The other quasi-elves looked at me with the same indifferent gazes as if they were looking at a leftover bento box, as if they were thinking, "Hmm, I'll probably die soon."
To this day, I am still afraid of those gazes.
My nameless angel will create a friend for me. That friend will be loyal to me, will keep me company, and will fight for me even at the cost of my life.
Sadly, the puppet is very vulnerable when it is alone, and other quasi-spirits do not seem to accept its existence.
They said my dolls would insult and humiliate them. I cannot forgive that.
That's extremely offensive.
Left with no other choice, I had to increase the number of puppets, using quantity to combat quality. I increased the number of puppets, relentlessly increasing them, and incidentally, I announced that the quasi-spirits who knew about my ugly past had become my friends.
I'm so happy.
Every day was brilliant and glorious. I was surrounded by many friends and leisurely ruled the world.
I try my best not to get involved in other fields, and just live my life forever in my own little world.
However, occasionally, dissidents visit this area. These are savage quasi-elves who love to fight and cannot live without it.
Defeating them is simple, but there's a worry. If there's only one pseudo-elf, they can be crushed like an ant; if there are ten pseudo-elf, they can be killed like snapping a dog's neck; if there are a hundred—if you don't consider your own sacrifices, you can still win.
However, there is a possibility of defeat.
Even if their individual strengths are not particularly remarkable, their combat power is greatly enhanced when considering their respective spirit armors and the abilities of the [Nameless Angel].
Therefore, I decided to let them kill each other.
The reward is one hundred soul crystal fragments. That being said, I never intended to give them out.
The victors are always puppets. They will be unable to unite and cooperate, and will uglyly destroy themselves.
Now I can finally live in peace—a stable, dreamlike life.
Until—those two guys who could threaten his life appeared!
They are so evil. These are elves, calamities and gods from neighboring realms, and not only that, there's also someone inciting the aspiring elves to rebel against them—what a terrifying scene that is.
But it's not too late. As long as I kill these two rebels who tried to defy me after this, I can replant fear in the hearts of the quasi-elves, and then make them commit suicide again. That's it!
It's not too late! Although we lost some during the initial probing, we still have over 1,500 puppets left. As long as we have these friends, bring it on, rebels!
I'm the only one fit for this field—the Puppet Master!
—Now let's turn our attention to the other side~
The two quasi-elves following behind followed Wuming's footsteps toward the shopping center that had collapsed earlier, step by step, until morning.
The three of them walked until they reached a small alleyway on a side street.
"who!"
Wuming sensed someone in the alley and instinctively launched a fireball attack. The dark flames instantly illuminated the alley, revealing a small girl in a Western-style dress slowly walking out.
"Ah! What happened? She wasn't with me!"
Upon seeing the person approaching, Shirley shouted out, and a girl in a Western-style dress walked out of the alley step by step.
This person is none other than Ibusuki Panie, the quasi-elf who was burned to death by Sherry before the battle even began yesterday!