The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 391: Breakdown Rules
All living things will eventually find their place in the world.

"But not every prisoner can break the shackles. When death returns to their bodies like blood flowing backwards, it is too late."

"It is a rare courage to pull out the algae-grown anchor that holds the ship in place and sail with the waves."

There was another bonfire surrounded by many doors, and she came slowly, holding the head.

The hair coiled around her face like a snake on her arm, and the young key dangled under her belly, bumping and swinging.

"Close, open, close, and open again."

She came to Roland and asked vaguely, "How does it feel?"

"Very good." Roland lowered his head, opened and clenched his fists several times, "...very good."

That was a thought he had never noticed, or even taken seriously - it was whispering in his mind, subtly influencing his subtle emotions...

Hesitation about certain things, just like what Roland experienced through that door.

He did think about paying a large sum of money to send his uncle to Yam, so that they could stay as far away from him as possible...

Just like what I said when I was a kid.

'It's all you.'

'Hope is because of you, and death is because of you.'

Roland knew that he was unsafe, and the closer people were to him, the more unsafe they were.

But he forgot or actively ignored one thing:

For Yam Jones, who had always been his own, he could have chosen another path long ago, before he met him - to live his own life away from the danger of the blinding curse.

She could have had that choice, and had the choice to give up at every moment as Roland grew up.

But she kept moving forward and never looked back.

Those arrogance and uneasiness blended smoothly, weaving into a resilient web that trapped a worried soul.

But that worry was not what Yam wanted.

That's not what she wanted.

No one should act on their own.

So arrogant, Roland Collins.

"Thank you, Lord of Dreams." The young man bowed to her in thanks.

He feels much more relaxed.

The girl smiled and said, "Everyone is a prisoner of their soul, and only a few brave warriors who understand the secret can dismantle the cage with their bare hands. The real door is far more difficult than what you have experienced. This is just my reward for you winning the game."

"Reward? Wait, wait—"

Before Roland could stop her, the snake on her wrist suddenly drew its bow like a fully drawn bow and bit Roland's wrist like an arrow.

An intense pain started from the wrist and spread throughout the body.

Roland groaned and immediately curled up.

The white flames that shot up into the sky almost created a scorching and dazzling storm right before Roland's eyes.

……

"You passed through a door."

"You have been rewarded by the Serpent and the Spider."

"The sublime mystery and its answer are watching you."

"Your body starts to change..."

"A special force is trying to break the rules..."

“It worked.”

"You completed a ritual."

……

「Name」: Sword of Judgment (II)

[Description] A power held only by the Inquisition and controlled by a small number of its executors.

[Effect]: You are a sharp blade that judges evil, and who is evil is up to you to decide.

It is hard to imagine anyone actually completing the second stage of the Great Ritual; the hellish difficulty must have an equal amount of reward.

The second stage of the Sword of Judgment will make the user "dehumanized".

From now on, your flesh and blood will be difficult to be damaged by swords and knives, and can even resist small-caliber bullets.

You can tear apart steel with your bare hands, but your flesh and blood will carry a greater "secret" - the difference between a lake and a puddle, the desperate gap can only be revealed in a real confrontation.

With each rise...

You will go deeper.

'When the storm comes, there is no wall in sight.'

……

"Notice."

"You have acquired an 'influence' that is not part of this history."

"Close, open, and dismantle."

"Tear the flesh and knock the soul."

"This effect will persist forever until you consume it."...

Roland felt his flesh singing.

Every piece, every strip, every bead.

They developed devouring mouths and madly sucked on the mysteries escaping from dreams.

It was also at this moment that he discovered how much abundant power this space was filled with - if the "secrets" in the waking world were like rare cellars, this place was a sea of ​​red wine.

“You’re experiencing tidal waves.”

The girl holding her head seemed very satisfied with her masterpiece.

"…But that's not what I want, Lord of Dreams." Roland stretched out his body tremblingly, and his bones, which had been weathered for thousands of years, made a creaking sound from every gap. "That's not the 'reward' I want, Lord of Dreams."

Roland felt his teeth consuming each other.

Every conversation.

"what would you like?"

"I want my friend." Roland stared at her, every word clear: "I won, but I don't want such a reward - take it back and exchange it for a "live" spot... let my friend leave."

"Your friend?"

The girl used her arms to push her head forward and sniffed Roland's face, neck, and chest:

“…Aliens, do you have friends too?”

Roland's heart sank suddenly.

"I'm not an alien."

"Oh, you are not yet." The girl sneered: "Your blood is constantly pulling you to the other side - the side away from humans. I think you should have noticed it, right?"

She raised her knees and pointed at a certain part of Roland's body with her toes.

"Humans are really strange. You clearly yearn for the power of alien species, but you reject them. Your morality...or conscience, cannot allow you to kill for your own benefit. You have to cover your target with a curtain called 'evil'. This is really unnecessary."

"What is this called? In your words?"

"hypocritical?"

"Or, the well-known stupidity?"

She didn't seem to care about Roland's half-alien identity. Instead, she was a little happy. She hugged his head and circled around him: "No wonder you were dragged into this, boy."

Roland narrowed his eyes: "So, for the suffering that should not be endured, perhaps we can——"

"Oh, that won't do." The girl paused, stopped behind him, raised her head and put it on Roland's shoulder, "That won't do."

she says.

"A reward is a reward. If you can choose whatever you want, it becomes a 'requirement'. How can that work?"

"But my friend——"

"The loser will die. Didn't I tell you that?"

Rose.

Rose would never die in a place like this.

"You have no right to make demands on me, little alien. Because you don't have what I want."

The voice in his ear chilled his entire body, spreading all the way along his ear canal until it froze him. "I came here for the mystery box. Only the person who holds it can make a 'small' request... Do you have one?"

"I know who has it," Roland replied in a low voice.

"Of course I know that. Otherwise, why would I want to meet those humans besides you? The winner among them will hold the puzzle box in the waking world."

"I can help you." Roland said.

"There's nothing you can do." The girl stared at him, and the coiled snake in her hand also looked at it - it was not looking at this weak alien, but at another one: a small white snake head that emerged from someone's wrist.

And those two eyes the size of red beans.

Watched for a while.

Then, he touched the girl's arm with his head.

"Oh, really?" She heard her snake talking. After listening for a while, her smile suddenly became particularly bright: "Oh, that's very interesting... Although I don't believe in fate, I like to see people struggling between closure and opening..."

Enemies of the Messiah?

She suddenly changed her mind.

"I can grant you a wish, but you will have to pay a certain price. No, boy, you don't have the puzzle box, so I can't change the rules and results of the game for you."

"No, it's not that I can't, but it's boring."

Roland didn't know why she changed, but he had to seize this opportunity to save Rose's life: "Then... help me tell a lie."

"what?"

The girl showed surprise for the first time: "Lie?"

"Yes, help me tell a lie to James Shelley."

The young man brushed off his sleeves, stood up straight, and a strong madness burned in the calm amber.

"His 'reward' is better, right?"

You're not going to die here, Rose.

(End of this chapter)