The Demon's Menu-Chapter 880: Abnormal (2)

Chapter 880: Chapter 59 Abnormal!_2

Chapter 880 -59 Abnormal!_2

To thoroughly resolve this, one must rely on their own will.

However, human will is quite contradictory.

When strong, it rivals steel.

When fragile, it’s worse than tofu.

"Um.”

Jason nodded.

For the situation in front of him, unfamiliar as it was, Jason thought it best to listen to the experts.

Losa 11 was not an expert.

But the one who taught Losa 11, Losa 1, was definitely not an expert either.

As Losa 11 began to issue commands through a handheld computer, Jason turned his attention to the ash on the ground.

This ash, which once separated from Hera 10’s body, changed rapidly and was indistinguishable from ordinary dust, both visually and tactilely.

Not having direct contact, Jason used a pair of chopsticks to touch these ashes.

He brought them closer to his nose and smelled them.

The smell was slightly different.

It seemed…

To carry a faintly sweet scent of blood.

Very faint!

Just like the scent of ‘food’ that Hera 10 had emitted earlier.

Does the nourishment from ‘food’ enter these ashes and normalize Hera 10’s soul?'”

Jason speculated.

But then he frowned again.

The soul, undoubtedly complex, loaded with many unknowns, was even more fragile than the brain.

A slight misstep could cause irreversible damage.

The initial stage of losing control obviously had not reached this extent, but continuing on, naturally, something would happen that no one wanted to see, and the reason Jason frowned was that such changes were caused by just some ‘corpses’!

The corpses of some gods!

Although the ‘Hundred Major Families’ glorified these bodies, calling them ‘Divine’s Body’.

Essentially, they were still corpses.

This point had never changed.

"Even in death, to be able to change the strength of others, is this what it means to be a ‘god’?”

"Or rather

"Are these so-called ‘gods’ really dead?”

Thinking this, Jason suddenly felt an alarm.

He stamped his feet, and his whole body flew backward.

Whoosh!

The wind gently blew.

The ashes immediately swirled and dispersed in all directions.

Instantly, they filled the entire meeting hall.

The unconscious Hera 10, Losa 11 who was using the computer, and Jason who was swiftly retreating were enveloped in an instant.

Jason’s vision went dark.

He began to hear that disjointed, incomprehensible low chant in his ears.

Almost as soon as he heard this low chant, death descended.

Without any warning, Jason’s whole body turned into a pile of ashes.

These ashes were about to dance with the wind, but at this moment, resurrection came as expected.

Life was born from the ashes.

Jason reappeared.

His nearly numb pain sensors, at this moment, were completely ineffective.

Pain!

Hurt!

Jason gritted his teeth, not letting himself make a sound.

And the wind that struck Jason, immediately scattered upon contact, began to whirl around Jason, causing a characteristic noise of the wind.

It seemed, even the wind found it strange that Jason had come back to life.

The low chanting continued.

Jason wanted not to listen to such sounds, but it was futile.

These sounds seemed to be transmitted through the air, but actually, they were resonating at the bottom of his heart.

Jason died again.

Just like before.

Jason once again turned into flying ash.

The wind surged up, intending to sweep away such ash.

Yet, Jason revived once again.

The wind struck Jason again.

Time and again.

After ten times, the wind had long since moved away from there.

Only Jason remained in the darkness, resurrected from the tenth death.

This time, death did not descend again.

Because, those shattered low chants had disappeared.

Not with the wind.

Nor had it given up.

Rather, Jason had understood those fragmented low chants.

With each death, Jason gained a new understanding of that chant, and after ten deaths, Jason unexpectedly discovered that he completely understood the meaning of that chant.

‘Treasure!’

A complex, lengthy discourse, ultimately meant ‘Treasure’.

The darkness gradually faded.

A light appeared before Jason’s eyes.

A small hall appeared in his view.

This small hall is an annex of the main hall, which cannot be seen from the main hall due to two large doors; however, the small hall had no such barriers.

Above, several arm-thick candles were tastefully placed on a three-tiered iron rack, illuminating the surroundings with their light, and the rocky walls were exceptionally solid.

The table was a square wooden one.

There was nothing on the table surface.

Around the table were seven chairs.

Four chairs were empty; he sat in one, with the remaining two occupied by Losa 11 and Hera 10.

Both were in a state of unconsciousness.

Yet, beneath their eyelids, their eyeballs moved rapidly.

The next moment—

"Warriors never fear!”

With such a roar, Hera 10 woke up.

Her forehead veins popped, her face abnormally flushed, breathing heavily, her hands even mimed stabbing motions with a spear.

"Jason?”

"You’re alright, that’s great!”

"I just saw a vicious dragon snatch you away, I barely caught up to it, it actually claimed it had true feelings for you, that it never hurt you

The exhausted Hera 10 recounted.

Jason’s frown deepened as he listened.

"Maybe read fewer biographies in the future.”

At last, Jason said.

"I never read those things.”

"The hallucination just now must have been a true reflection of my inner self.”

Hera 10 said, turning to look at Losa 11 next to her.

She didn’t know what kind of hallucination Losa 11 might encounter.

Then, almost subconsciously, Hera 10 asked,

"Jason, what did you encounter?”

"Death.”

Jason answered truthfully.

"Death?”

"Typical of Jason!”

"To be able to glimpse into death!”

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Hera 10 clearly misunderstood something.

Jason didn’t explain, his gaze also turned to Losa 11.

Although he didn’t know why he and Hera 10 had different experiences, Jason was certain that the situation Losa 11 faced was the same as Hera 10’s, as their reactions had been consistent.

But it was exactly because of this that there was trouble.

Others didn’t know what was up with Losa 11, but he knew clearly.

"Don’t worry, the hallucination just now was dangerous, but if it’s Losa 11, there will definitely be no problems.”

Hera 10 said.

Jason nodded slightly.

Both of their gazes were locked onto Losa 11.

And what about Losa 11?

After the event in Zone F, he began to wage war across the entire ocean of stars.

There were victories, there were defeats.

There were surrenders, there were betrayals.

However, ultimately, he became the true ‘king,’

With the aid of the dominant personality.

He became the only king under this starry sky.

Then, the dominant personality vanished.

Vanished mysteriously, after he called out countless times, tried everything he could… he let go.

Even, he felt some happiness!

There was no longer any danger of being erased.

He started to indulge in alcohol like his early years, living wild every day.

"Your majesty, please wake up.”

These words came from his loyal subject.

The subject advised him not to get lost in pleasures.

To this, he didn’t care at all.

"I’ve fought wars all my life, can’t I enjoy myself now?”

He questioned his subject.

Without even allowing the subject to respond, he kicked him aside.

Then?

He told the musicians and dancers,

"Continue the music, continue the dance.”

Falling deeper and deeper into decay but always happy.

Until death arrived.

The happy times were too brief.

At some unknown point, Losa 11 realized he had grown old.

He even struggled to sit up.

Then, he was locked in a dilapidated chamber.

No food, no water.

Those flatterers who had crowded around him had long since disappeared.

Not a single musician or dancer remained.

Only hunger remained.

Only intermittent battles could be heard from afar.

Have I lost the kingdom I fought for?

Losa 11’s cloudy eyes suddenly brightened.

His body still weak, but he recalled a memory long forgotten.

It was back in Zone F.

He and Jason were reading about Zone F.

Then?

Then?

Hera 10 lost control and was pulled into the hallucination.

Hallucination?

It’s all fake!

Fake!

It’s all fake!

The dominant personality hasn’t vanished, I’m still that alternate personality.

I must remember my identity.

With this realization, everything became clear.

Losa 11 laughed.

He woke up.

He shouted—

"Never forget the original intention, always remember the mission!”