Wizard: I Add Points and Hunt Monsters

Chapter 249: Chapter 127: Die, Damn You, Die—

The man held the heart he had just carved from his own body in both hands, raising it high above his head. His eyes were filled with fanaticism as he stared at the central altar.

"Master of the Profound Abyss, I pray you grant me peace!"

After a roar that sounded like an Abyssal Creature’s, he placed the bloody heart on the altar, even reverently adding it to a stack forming a Pyramid.

Finally, he staggered to the other side and, like the others who had already made their sacrifice, lay down on the ground with a smile, as if he had already found his peace.

One after another, handsome men and beautiful women emerged from the crowd, repeating the act of carving out their hearts for sacrifice. The entire process was orderly and methodical.

Wei’en stared blankly at the scene before him, a sight that overturned his understanding of the world. The fervent gazes, the devout praises, and finally, the frenzied acts...

"They..."

The clown doll’s button eyes reflected the blood moon, turning them crimson. "With a single cut, their hearts are still beating when they’re removed."

"It loves fresh sacrifices like these. Delicious, with a fine texture."

"It?"

"The Doorman of the Abyssal Depths, the Commander of the Sutle Dogs—the Subtle Demon."

’A Subtle Demon...’

Wei’en looked at the people who had become fodder for Abyssal Creatures, a chill spreading through his heart.

’Is this the sacrificial ritual of the Abyssal Sect?’

This bizarre scene struck him more deeply than the hundreds of desiccated corpses he had seen hanging at the Despair Sect’s ritual.

"Why did you bring me here to see this?"

"It’s quite interesting, isn’t it?" The clown’s lips curled upward, and he spread his arms as if to embrace the world. "Hee-ha-ha... This is the real world! Mad, grotesque, and fun!"

"I don’t find this interesting at all..."

Wei’en’s gaze swept the area, landing on the person behind the altar who seemed to be presiding over the ritual.

He wore a dark green robe and a black mask with gold patterns, just like the getup he’d seen on Bolsen before.

’Huh?’

’That must be Bolsen, right?’

Wei’en observed his eyes carefully. They seemed exceptionally sincere, yet they were bloodshot and betrayed an unconcealable exhaustion. ’Was he injured when I killed his contracted creature?’

"Just wait. You’ll find it interesting soon enough."

The clown snapped its fingers. A sofa appeared beneath it, and it leaned back as if no one else was around.

Wei’en turned his head and gave the doll a long look before sitting down beside it.

Whatever the clown’s purpose was, he couldn’t leave now anyway. He might as well see what this "interesting" thing it spoke of was.

’Perhaps it will make the killing intent in my heart even stronger!’

It was only then that Wei’en realized their location wasn’t in the real world.

Instead, they were somewhere above the void, like two sides of a mirror. They could see the ritual outside, but the people there couldn’t perceive their existence.

No, it was more than that. Wei’en looked up at the red moon in the night sky. Not even the red moon could affect them here.

"Is this place part of that theater?"

"Oh? You noticed?"

The clown doll reached out, produced a bottle of wine, and placed two glasses in front of it. "The theater is both real and illusory."

"As a Forbidden Item, I must possess some abilities befitting my status, right?"

With that, it gestured for Wei’en to pour the wine.

"So, the theater is your ability?"

Wei’en didn’t hesitate. He poured each of the two glasses about a fifth full of wine, handed one to the clown, and picked up the other himself.

"Of course..." The clown picked up its glass, drained it in one gulp, and looked down at the bloody ritual below, adding comfortably, "...it’s not."

Wei’en was speechless.

’It’s not, and you still said "Of course"?’

"What we call ’Forbidden Items’ are so named because they all possess a certain degree of danger, but at the same time, they hold immense Extraordinary Power that people covet."

"Them? Aren’t you one?"

Wei’en took a sip of the wine and decided not to touch it again.

Its color was the same as the fresh blood that had just spurted from the fanatical believers below, and an irrepressible wave of nausea washed over him.

"...I am,"

The clown doll stared at the remaining wine in its glass. "But I am different from most Forbidden Items. In fact, I am only called ’Forbidden’ when I lose control."

"Lose control? In what way?"

"Probably... something like those people down there..."

Wei’en looked at the bloody scene below, lost in thought. ’Is this what it looks like after losing control?’

Of course, he wasn’t naive enough to think the clown would become like that. The truth was the exact opposite; it would be the clown carving out everyone else’s hearts...

"Then, is there a way to stop you from losing control?"

"That is why I sought you out today. Well, one of the reasons."

"Oh?"

"Today, I’m getting that same feeling I had seventeen years ago." The clown doll’s voice was calm—so calm that one could feel the tangible killing intent beneath it.

"Seventeen years ago?"

Hearing about that incident again, Wei’en felt a daze come over him. ’How many times has it been now?’

"Are you talking about the time you lost control in the Caster City State?"

"It was just like this back then. A voice was constantly whispering in my ear."

The clown neither confirmed nor denied it. Toying with its glass, it continued, "That voice told me to turn the whole world into an illusion."

’An illusion?’

Wei’en looked at it in confusion, not understanding what this had to do with it losing control.

"But it shouldn’t have mentioned Lilith. If the world is an illusion, then Lilith wouldn’t exist, and I absolutely will not allow that to happen!"

Wei’en’s heart jolted. "You mean someone deliberately mentioned ’Lilith’ to you?"