War is not about the victor being king, but about the survivor being king.

Only those who can survive are the true victors.

At this moment, Kamurochō has already become a sea of corpses and blood. Under the merciless attack of the Shadows, the Cultists were torn to pieces, even though they had completely surrendered to the Outer God and sworn allegiance to it.

However... Willpower alone cannot solve practical problems.

Can't win, just can't win.

The true form of the Shadows does not reside in the 3D world but lies within the plane of shadows. If one doesn't realize this, then no matter how hard these Cultists try to attack and kill the enemies in front of them, it's as foolish as trying to shatter a reflection in water.

Unfortunately, these Cultists clearly have lost the ability to think rationally.

Duanmu Huai strode through the ruined streets and arrived at the square in front of the theater, which was considered a well-known place in Kamurochō. At least when people come to Kamurochō and want to arrange a meeting place, they would come here to meet.

And now, it's here too.

"I never thought you'd be so persistent with me."

Standing in front of Duanmu Huai was a woman dressed in an office lady uniform, clutching a file bag in one hand and adjusting her glasses with the other.

"Is there some inevitable connection between us? Or is there another reason you're chasing me?"

"..."

Duanmu Huai didn't speak; he had no interest in chatting with someone who loved to talk. Duanmu belonged to those players who would skip the cutscene before a boss fight—after all, no matter how much you talk, ultimately, it still comes down to a fight.

So let's not waste time.

SKIP.

Duanmu Huai suddenly accelerated, clenched his fist, and swung at the woman in front of him—but in the next instant, the woman transformed into a muscular, burly man. Though not as tall as Duanmu Huai, he was still quite big. He reached out his hand to block Duanmu Huai's punch, watching him with a mocking smile.

"I've been observing you. I know you're like me, from outside this world."

It quickly dodged another punch from Duanmu Huai and distanced itself from him. At the same time, several winged snakes flew out from the sky, opening their blood-red mouths to pounce on Duanmu Huai. However, Duanmu Huai grabbed one of the flying snakes by the body, ignoring the bites of the Terrifying Hunters in front of him, and swung it forward like a whip. Accompanied by a loud "snap," the Terrifying Hunters summoned by Nyarlathotep exploded in a shower of blood and flesh, turning into pieces all over the ground.

"I don't like Outsiders in my playground, but your previous performance was impressive, so I'm willing to give you a chance."

A group of enormous shadows swept over Duanmu Huai's head. They were creatures larger than elephants, with horse-like heads, flapping wings covered in white frost, and swaying long bodies like snakes, charging at Duanmu Huai. Duanmu Huai clenched his fist and thrust it forward—his Iron Fist landed squarely on the head of the first Shatak Bird, knocking it backward. It spun like a bowling ball thrown with force, crashing into the flock of Shatak Birds, causing a series of sharp, chilling screams.

"You performed well before, but perhaps you did too well, and this gave you the illusion that you could deal with me..."

The void began to warp, and formless Monsters leapt out, producing low growls. In the dimly lit square, their forms were indistinguishable, but to Duanmu Huai, it was meaningless and irrelevant. He simply lifted his fist and slammed it down hard on the ground.

"Boom!!!!"

The square in front of the theater caved in as Duanmu Huai struck it, and those formless Void Ghosts were sent flying, screaming as they were banished from this unfortunate place, back to their own planes to lick their wounds.

Meanwhile, Nyarlathotep also constantly changed forms, as if it couldn't stabilize its shape, or perhaps it was just changing at will.

It let out a chuckle, seeming to mock, yet also seeming to sneer. But Duanmu Huai didn't care; he never listened to such nonsense. In fact, playing countless dungeons in games had already rendered Duanmu Huai's nerves numb—no matter how majestic and mighty the bosses' battle lines were, they couldn't slow down the tempo of their skill releases one bit.

Similarly, for players, dodging skills is far more important than listening to a boss's nonsense.

"Answer me!"

For chatterboxes, it's frustrating to speak without getting a response, and Nyarlathotep was no exception.

"You're not those pleasure-seeking Gods of the Dreamlands, nor the mindless Nightmare Behemoths that survive on instinct alone! Tell me, why do you pursue me? Seek me? And even attempt to destroy me!"

Nyarlathotep was eager for an answer, just like a Detective solving a case, always needing a motive, motive, motive—killing requires a motive, crime requires a motive, why do this, why pursue this course of action? Clearly, this incarnation of Nyarlathotep seemed particularly obsessed with the question.

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