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A cold, viscous aura, with a binding, spiderweb-like feel, was emanating from the depths of the passage.
The wind and rain seemed to pause for a moment.
Then, several figures appeared at the edge of the shadows in the passageway.
The leader was a short boy.
Short white hair, a white kimono, her face covered with eerie spiderweb-like patterns, and her blood-red pupils gleaming with an inhuman luster in the dim light.
It was the fifth quarter of the waning moon, a time of exhaustion.
He was barefoot, stepping lightly on the cold ground without making a sound.
Five figures followed behind him.
Two males, with human upper bodies but bloated, hairy spider bodies lower bodies, their eight limbs scraping against the ground, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, and seemingly having chelicerae constantly opening and closing in their mouths.
Three women, dressed in kimonos of different colors, with sickly pale skin and blood-red eyes, wore fake smiles. Like marionettes, their faces were devoid of expression, only showing empty indifference.
This is what people call "family."
Five spider demons, each with a different form.
Their appearance made the atmosphere in the entire arena even more oppressive and eerie.
A faint, pungent stench, mixed with a sweet, fishy smell, filled the air.
Nami, Gillespie, and Saeko Busujima, who were hiding in the ruins at a distance, held their breath.
"Saeko, this is... an oni? Just like in Japanese horror movies."
Jill lowered her voice; she could sense the malevolent aura emanating from those guys that far surpassed that of zombies and bio-weapons.
"Yeah, Saeko, that brat... is he the leader?"
Nami frowned.
"He doesn't look very strong."
Saeko Busujima gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, remaining silent, but her entire body was tense. From her aura and the photograph, she exuded the weariness of the waning moon.
Chapter 29 Collapse + My Thoughts VS Tiredness
Tired, he walked to the center of the arena and stopped about twenty meters away from Zhou Ye.
His blood-red eyes first swept over the three people, Nami and the others, who were hiding in the distance, before finally landing on Zhou Ye.
He looked Zhou Ye up and down, a pure yet chilling smile on his face.
"Good job."
A tired voice sounded, gentle as if praising a child who had answered a question correctly.
"They actually managed to take down Wesker's two toys. Especially that tin can, its defenses are pretty high."
He tilted his head, his gaze lingering on Zhou Ye.
"Speaking of which, Zhou Ye, who are you?"
"Your ID badge was found on the surveillance footage, which says you're a physical education teacher at Fujimi Academy High School. Wesker also investigated you; that's the official story, but the underworld seems to have found nothing."
"But that's okay."
He took two steps forward, his smile widening.
"Your abilities are quite interesting. Manipulating space? And all those strange gadgets?"
"I appreciate you."
He stretched out a hand and pointed at Zhou Ye.
"Give you a chance."
"Become my 'family'."
“I will give you new strength, allowing you to break free from the fragile human body. We can be together forever, building a truly unbreakable bond.”
His tired voice carried a seductive magic, as if being his "family" was the highest honor.
He paused, seemingly feeling that this offer wasn't enough.
"If you perform well, are loyal enough, and are strong enough..."
“I can even recommend you to that sir.”
"To make you one of the new Twelve Ghost Months."
The tired tone was full of allure, as if it were painting an incredibly beautiful blueprint.
The five spider demons behind him trembled slightly upon hearing the term "Twelve Ghost Moons." Their empty eyes, which were fixed on Zhou Ye, seemed to hold a strange emotion—perhaps jealousy, or perhaps fear.
Zhou Ye listened to the words "tired" without showing any expression.
"Family? The Twelve Ghost Months? Has this little devil gotten something wrong?"
"What's so good about being a ghost? You can't bask in the sun, you have to listen to that boss named Muzan, you're constantly being manipulated, and if your performance isn't good, you'll be laid off by death... Do you want this kind of blessing?"
"Twelve Ghost Months? Sounds impressive, but isn't it just being a high-level employee? And the kind you can't quit?"
"Has this guy lived for hundreds of years? Is his brain covered in spider webs?"
Zhou Ye was internally ranting, but on his face he wore a mocking expression.
"Tsk, tsk."
He made two unintelligible smacking sounds, breaking the "warm and affectionate" atmosphere that Lei had created.
"Twelve Ghost Moons?"
Zhou Ye repeated it, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.
"That's it?"
"A guy who has lived for who knows how many years, but still looks like a little kid."
"A coward who doesn't even dare to go out for a walk during the day and can only hide in dark corners and play house."
"A pathetic creature completely controlled by his boss, unable to even decide his own life or death."
Zhou Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire arena.
Every word felt like a slap in the face, landing hard on my tired cheek.
"You call this the Twelve Ghost Months?"
Zhou Ye scoffed and offered his unvarnished assessment.
“Hot chicken.”
The moment the words fell.
The air solidified.
The smile on Lei's face vanished, leaving only a twisted rage.
"What did you say?"
The voice was sharp and cold, devoid of its previous gentleness, and filled with a furious anger.
The five spider demons behind him sensed their master's anger and began to stir restlessly.
The two male ghostly creatures, half-human and half-spider, raised their eight limbs high, emitting a threatening hissing sound.
The three female ghosts in kimonos had a blood-red, malevolent light burning in their empty eyes, and their pale fingers were slightly bent.
A terrifying killing intent, like a tangible tide, surged towards Zhou Ye.
Zhou Ye stood still, motionless.
"Oh, you've broken through?"
"You can't even handle a few honest words? With this kind of mentality, you think you can handle the Twelve Demon Months? They say you're a demon from Japan's Meiji era, a hundred-year-old now, and you're still nothing special."
"The verbal sparring is over, time to get down to business."
The Honkai energy within him began to circulate, and the powers of the Herrscher of Reason and Talking Tom were poised to be unleashed.
At the same time, he secretly communicated with the imaginary space.
"Ready to come out and greet customers, my new toys."
Seeing Zhou Ye's confident and fearless demeanor, Lei's anger burned even brighter.
"Humans who are courting death!"
"I will show you what happens when you insult the bonds of 'family'!"
"I will tear you to pieces! Turn you into toys! So that for all eternity you will only remain as my collectibles!"
She screamed in exhaustion, her white hair moving on its own even without wind.
He suddenly raised his hand.
Countless fine, blood-smelling threads appeared out of thin air from his fingertips!
It writhes and spreads like a living thing!
They have only one target—Zhou Ye!
The silk threads shot through the air at incredible speed, weaving together into a dense, impenetrable net, intent on completely enveloping and cutting Zhou Ye apart!
"Blood Demon Art: Thread Revolving!"
The sound of exhaustion carried a cruel pleasure.
This was almost one of his strongest moves, combining binding and cutting, and he didn't believe this human could dodge it!
Just as the silk net was about to cover Zhou Ye!
The space around Zhou Ye's body fluctuated.
He shifted several meters to the side.
Fragments of the Herrscher of the Void!