My Iyashikei Game

Chapter 389

389 Who Can Help You Now? [2in1]

Seven twisted souls bound together, they were demented by despair and pain but even so, the 7 of them managed to carve out a home deep inside their hearts for the 8th soul. Little Eight blinked her eyes as all the resentment poured into her body. The seeds she held fell to the ground, and terrifying blood flowers bloomed deep inside the soul.

When the flowers opened, 8 arms shattered Ziggurat’s walls and floor. The cute girl and the 7 tortured souls combined to become a gigantic monster!

The murderous intent was clear. Without wasting any word, the monster waved its arms to slam at Butterfly’s face. When Zhuang Wen and the senior monster challenged the Butterfly, the latter showed no response. The calmness in its eyes only shattered when it saw Little Eight.

“The key? Has the human jigsaw been completed?” The shock lingered on its face. Butterfly stared at Little Eight, it remembered the girl’s face!

The Butterfly took the punch head on. Butterfly and the meat blob joined to its feet rammed into the door of Dresser 4444. The already fragile blood red world collapsed.

“I’m going to kill you 8 times!” Wei Youfu’s body was torn apart layer by layer to morph into a giant red shadow. He used his last rationality to order the monster to attack the Butterfly relentlessly. Blood oozed out from the monster’s flesh. The monster’s method of appearance was quite similar to how Butterfly broke out from the fleshy cocoon. The difference was, the Butterfly consumed others as sacrifices to metamorphose a perfect human from the shell of an ugly monster; the human jigsaw case’s victims, though tore apart their human souls to create a monster.

This showed the connection between the two. Little Eight was part of the Butterfly’s plan before it was ruined by Fu Sheng.

“I can’t believe my luck. Today is my lucky day. After I obtain this key, I can venture deeper to find more memory fragments left behind by Fu Sheng!” A twisted smile appeared on Butterfly’s face. However, its joy lasted for only 2 seconds before the monster with 8 arms continued to pummel the Butterfly. Before they met Han Fei, the victims of the human jigsaw case had not fully joined together before. Their bodies missed the most crucial parts and that was only rectified by Han Fei not too long ago. In other words, other than the previous manager, even Little Eight had no idea how scary they were.

The large body stomped fearlessly through the Ziggurat. Its body was shrouded in a flowing blood mist. Most Death Curses were unable to affect it. Each of the 8 arms represented a different resentment. But the scariest thing was the 8 victims’ resentment could match one another’s so perfectly. Little Eight’s arrival caused a change to Butterfly’s gaze, it was not fear or panic but desire and greed.

“You want to kill me? I love you so dearly and poured so much heart into you. My heart even bled after I lost all the news about you.” Butterfly looked at the monster that jumped at it. It spoke to it like a parent would to a child. Perhaps it did treat Little Eight as its child but it had treated her like how its parents had treated it. The greater the torture, the deeper the love.

Little Eight couldn’t stay in the monster form for too long or else all the victims might lose their precious humanity. However, this time, the victims appeared to have reached a consensus, even if they went insane, they had to kill the Butterfly.

“I hope to see you struggle. When I was trapped inside the dresser, I would capture the bugs at the corner and slowly pull them apart. That was my only source of joy and that has become a habit of mine.” Butterfly stood under his own night sky. The endless pitch black butterflies flapped their wings. When Little Eight and Zhuang Wen got near, the skin and flesh on Butterfly’s back exploded. A pair of brilliantly colorful butterfly wings constructed out of nightmares expanded behind him. “After the Singer was chased away, you have lost.”

There were two giant black eyes on the wings. Nightmares flowed on the wings, connecting to the eyes like capillaries. Compared to the perfect body, the butterfly wings appeared to be the Butterfly’s real identity. Its soul and flesh had shattered in the nightmare. The pseudo-human body was merely clothes it had created for itself.

Laughter echoed. When the pair of black eyes opened, endless grey particles scattered from the winds. They looked like nightmarish dust or miniature human cocoons. A dust storm blasted through the Butterfly’s night. The particles metamorphosed into black butterflies in the air. They could easily crawl into monsters and ghosts marked by the Death Curse to influence their mind. As more black butterflies entered their bodies, the Butterfly could even directly control them. This power was not only usable on Lingering Spirits but also the senior monster and the jumper woman who were close to their breakthroughs. “Your hatred came from me and I am in your body. How does it feel to be one with the thing you hate? Does it make you want to kill yourself?”

The Butterfly was a master manipulator, and that had become one of its talents. After being infiltrated by the black butterflies, Zhuang Wen’s hatred exploded in her mind. She attacked everything, including herself, madly. The rationality which was already teetering shattered.

The senior monster fared slightly better. The Evil Soul was completely unaffected by the black butterflies and the lineage he inherited was stubbornly resisting the butterflies. However, the Death Curse within the senior monster had been triggered, dying was just a matter of time.

“Now, you are the only one left, but I will not kill you. Instead I will assume the body and soul of the person you care about the most and then become the new him.” Butterfly’s legs were stuck to Dresser 4444. While it blocked Little Eight’s attack, it used the blood vessels to drag Han Fei who was still smoking towards it.

Butterfly had already been watching Han Fei but the latter still managed to ruin the foundation of Ziggurat. The Butterfly didn’t show it but its heart was bleeding. To injure the Singer, it had sacrificed the accumulated black mist and an altar as the price. Now only a single altar remained at the Ziggurat. If it wanted to become an Unmentionable, it had to protect this last altar.

No one could delay it at the Ziggurat anymore, there was only a single Han Fei between it and the altar. How could a living human stop the Butterfly?

The wings fluttered and more black butterflies appeared. The cracks on the dresser also grew bigger. It appeared like this was the price Butterfly had to pay to use its special powers. However, this was a price the Butterfly could pay.

The cigarette Han Fei held was almost burnt out. The moment the smoke dissipated, the black butterflies would torment Han Fei until his body and soul were taken over by the Butterfly. Seeing the danger Han Fei was in, the tenants from Happiness Neighbourhood didn’t hesitate, they climbed on the cocoon and tried to stop the Butterfly. However, it looked more like they would die with Han Fei.

To the Butterfly’s surprise, Little Eight who had lost control, immediately stopped her attacks when she saw Han Fei was in danger. The giant body wanted to stop the cocoon but the altar inside the giant cocoon was a part of the Butterfly, there was a connection between them.

“If you have broken through to become a Pure Hatred, you might be able to save him but you’re just a key. The person who stole you from me never wanted to cultivate you either. Like me, he was only using you.”

The giant cocoon exploded as demanded by the Butterfly. The blood vessels from the Butterfly grabbed the cocoon as well as Han Fei. It dragged the two towards him.

Han Fei’s eyes were bloodshot as he was dragged towards the Butterfly. He bit on the last bit of smoke and grabbed the altar with one hand and Rest in Peace in another.

“It’s pointless, the future you saw in the nightmare will only happen in the nightmare.” The black eyes on the Butterfly’s wings stared at the knife in Han Fei’s grasp. As the wings flapped, the black butterflies gushed like waves. Everything had been written. Even though Rest in Peace could kill Butterfly, Han Fei didn’t have the energy to wield it anymore. One was a normal human, the other was a monster who had metamorphosed into Pure Hatred years ago. The gap in their power difference was unbridgeable.

“The eyes on my wings have been watching you, be it in real life or at this place. I will make good use of your body to become your most hated version of yourself.” The smoke dispersed and the black butterflies pierced through Han Fei’s limbs like chains. The man tried to reach for the knife but the knife feared by the Butterfly fell into the night sky.

“Now what do you have left?” Even though Butterfly couldn’t move and was injured, it was a Pure Hatred. Its wings trapped the senior monster and Zhuang Wen while its body held back Little Eight, at the same time, it controlled the blood vessels to drag Han Fei and the altar towards it. Until now, everything had gone smoothly. When it saw the blade fall away from Han Fei, the Butterfly smiled. The future had been decided, it was the last one smiling.

The dirge sounded in the Ziggurat again. The paper dolls climbed out from the ruins to prepare for the final step of the ritual.

Butterfly dragged Han Fei towards it. It needed Han Fei’s body, it wanted to be reborn as Han Fei and then go after Fu Sheng’s memory fragments to obtain the most mysterious thing in the cryptic world. Han Fei was pulled closer and closer to the Butterfly. Just as the Butterfly tried to reach out towards Han Fei, the man’s eyes colored with a special emotion. The hand that had been trying to reach for Rest in Peace suddenly opened to show the talisman it hid in its palm. When he was close to the Butterfly, he broke the talisman he got at the Cattle Alley.

The smell of decomposition unfurled at the Ziggurat. A blood red spider web tore open Butterfly’s night sky. When the talisman was torn open, a man with a pig’s mask followed by 8 shadows walked out. He radiated the smell of decomposition. His chest was hollow, his heart was placed somewhere else. His hollow chest was powered by his hatred of the Butterfly!

“It sure is hard to fool you. I’ve used 10 years to prepare for this moment.” When the familiar voice rang out, the smile on Butterfly’s face froze. It hissed out the man’s name. “Spider!”

Huang Yin was the only person to have won the Butterfly but before that, there was a man who had fought with the Butterfly from real life to the cryptic world and their fight was still ongoing.