NOVPUBAs Aiwass struggled to wake up, he heard a childish and agonized scream coming from the next room.
It was Daiya’s voice—
Aiwass immediately rolled out of bed, only to be choked by dust and started coughing.
A thick layer of dust covered the bedding where he lay, which was stirred into the air by his movements, dispersing in all directions.
—This inn had been abandoned for many years. This room, ghostly and dilapidated, was the true reality.
As Aiwass moved, the Flame Butterfly that had been resting on his nose flew up by itself, landing on his shoulder.
But Aiwass didn’t immediately rush out the door; he first reached for the gun at his waist—only to find it wasn’t there.
He dashed to the corner of the room, opened his backpack, and dumped out a jumbled mess of dead men’s clothes, a handgun, and money.
When he touched the gun, a long-lost light screen suddenly appeared before his eyes:
[Demon Hunter+3]
[Extraordinary Weapon (Light Purple)]
[Firearm, Revolver, Capacity: 5 rounds]
[9mm Bullets (4/5)]
[Trait: Increases damage significantly against demons, spirits, and evil spellcasters]
[Elven Style: Significantly reduces malfunction rate, increases maintenance cost]
[Mod-Sensitive Focus: Precision gradually increases if not damaged within five seconds, reaching maximal precision after fifteen seconds of no damage]
[Mod-Elegant Aim: Further significantly increases precision]
[Mod-Quick Draw: Greatly increases precision for the first bullet] Stay connected through empire
—This was the first time Aiwass had seen a Weapon with such pure mods after coming to this world.
These mods seemed like they had been specifically farmed by players... and the kind that might take months to obtain just one such superior Weapon!
With precision pulled to this extent, one hardly needed to aim to hit a static target after drawing the gun. Even if the target moved very fast, if one’s hand speed could keep up, a hit was guaranteed.
Merely holding the gun, Aiwass felt his will sharpen, and the hand that held the gun became more agile and swift.
But as soon as Aiwass pushed open the door of the room, he was blown back by the chaotic flow—
The door to room 201 opposite had fallen outward into the hallway. A lilac storm howled and gusted, and the surrounding walls gradually turned transparent like amethyst, piece by piece.
Aiwass tried to charge through it—however, each gust of wind that touched him made his body numb at a visibly fast rate.
A golden Flame Butterfly emerged from the palm of his left hand... then it suddenly shattered, turning into a burst of golden flame.
The numbness on Aiwass’s body was instantly dispelled and, engulfed in golden flames, he burst into room 201!
Room 201 was completely different from 202, with no dust to be seen; it looked as if someone had just cleaned it.
Even the walls of room 201 were cracking, revealing the red-brown bricks inside—and under the constant blowing of the lilac storm, they started to ooze thick, dark red droplets.
At the center of the storm was Daiya.
At this moment, she knelt on the bed in agony—as if she had just been reading a storybook there, but now it had been blown to the other side of the room.
Her body was full of cracks. These weren’t small fissures anymore but irregular fractures wider than her own fingers. The pink substance within, reminiscent of flesh or gel, writhed as if breathing, continuously blowing out violent winds. Purple fluid oozed from her body continuously.
Her skin and flesh were being torn apart. The intense pain made Isabel scream the moment she woke up, and now she was trembling all over, utterly weak.
Tears streamed down her face in pain—it was hard to tell if the wetness was tears or purple fluid dripping from the cracks.
—That purple liquid was indeed demon blood. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
Seeing Aiwass charge in, she could not help but whisper softly, "Save me... Daddy..."
But she quickly realized and corrected herself, "Kill me—"
—Bang!
Aiwass did not hesitate and fired a shot.
—But it was useless.
The air in front of Daiya suddenly cracked, like a car windshield splintering abruptly. She instinctively closed her eyes, yet the bullet did not hit her.
And Aiwass continued pulling the trigger—two shots, three shots.
After three consecutive shots, the sanctified silver bullets specially effective against demons failed to touch Daiya, only fracturing the world in front of her further.
After the third shot, a piece of the world the size of a head shattered. Looking through the gap to the outside, one could see the serene beauty of the first layer of Dreamland in bloom and Daiya, her eyes closed in fright, unharmed.
If he hadn’t been resolute, if he had just stumbled upon this layer by chance, perhaps he would have started to hesitate.
But Aiwass simply opened his left hand again—two butterflies, one gold and one deep red, fluttered gracefully toward Daiya, kneeling on the bed.
All Isabel could do was endure the increasingly intense pain, trying her best not to resist. Despite her efforts, the Incubus awakening within her began to react defensively—
Suddenly, "Agni" was riddled with cracks, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
As if invisible blades had passed through his body, his clothes remained intact, but his body now bore deep, bone-exposing wounds.
