All Worlds Madhouse

[The priest is preaching to the world]

[Every word from his mouth is a blessing]

[I finally understand that the ugliest thing is not the devil in his words]

【But the words themselves】

Just like what the villager said, there are dangers all along the way. The sea of ​​blood is like a spring leading to hell, and countless demons will crawl out of it. Every time I see their ugly bodies, it makes me tremble with disgust.

I had a knife in my hand, so I started killing them because they all deserved to die.

In this way, the road I walked was filled with demon corpses, but this behavior did not extinguish my anger, but intensified it.

I couldn't understand why this was the case, but over time, this behavior became my belief and carried through my long journey.

I don’t know how long it took, but my knife opened up so many demons’ chests and chopped off so many heads.

Maybe that butcher knife angered some kind of existence in hell, and finally that day I met a powerful demon.

It is as high as a hill, and its entire body seems to be made of countless broken muscles. You can feel the earth shaking with every step it takes. It has an almost square head, and its body is covered with stinking linen. . And its mouth is sealed by dense lines. Those lines penetrated into its lips and face. I think its tongue must have been cut off. Those lines are sewn in its mouth, connecting the chin and upper jaw. Tightly, one slit to the throat.

This devil must have offended the god in heaven with his dirty words, and this is the punishment he deserves.

But the merciful God did not take away its life

But I am not God, so I will carry out this punishment to the end.

That battle was very painful, and the demon was too powerful. I fell down time and time again, maybe it was faith that gave me strength.

What is my belief?

Actually, I don’t know. I just feel that if the temple at the end of the sea of ​​blood can give me my lost memories, then it must be a beautiful place where all my wishes can come true.

That's my faith

So I stood up again and again, and the blade chopped into the demon's bones again and again.

In the end, I once again gave this devil the punishment he deserved with all the scars on my body.

When I walked past its body, I knew its name was Hobert because I saw a brand with the name on its back spine.

What does this imprint mean?

I don’t know, my brain even automatically bypassed this idea out of fear.

I can only move forward.

The sea of ​​​​blood is very long. The journey is very far. I drag my tired body and kill one demon after another with the butcher knife in my hand. I remember that a long time ago, I was too tired to take a step. Every time I took a breath, I could feel the pain tearing at all my nerves, giving me unimaginable pain, but I still walked, Toward the temple whose name I had only heard.

that's all.

that's all.

Finally, I seemed to see something. The sea of ​​blood drew a thrilling arc in the shadow of a high mountain. On the other side of the mountain, there turned out to be clear river water. The waves were beating on the shore. I could almost feel the waves. Cool.

Inexplicably, I knew clearly that on top of that mountain peak was the [Forgotten Sacrifice Hall] that I was looking for.

Finally I reached the most beautiful place in heaven.

However, the darkness before the end came as expected.

I met the most powerful demon. It was a shriveled and thin monster. Its eyes were sewn shut by needles, and there was bright red blood in the needle holes.

It's not powerful because of its power.

But it can speak.

Language is like deadly poison. It tells me that all this is false. I have been on the most cruel and painful journey in the world, and I am about to enter a more terrifying reincarnation.

It said to me, Do not enter that temple.

It must be lost, a poor body without faith, its soul corrupted by evil, and so, on behalf of God, I snatch the last words from its throat.

Rest in peace Mary.

That was the name it said before it died.

Then, I climbed onto the rock and crossed the mire, using the most unbearable pain to get even a centimeter closer to the top of the mountain.

Finally, the magnificent temple appeared in front of me.

In fact, it is not very grand, and is even a bit crude. The huge chimney is like a huge mouth facing the sky, spitting out billowing smoke. But it doesn't matter, because she is the most beautiful Garden of Eden in my heart.

I opened the door

Then

The scene before my eyes.

Made me forget to even breathe.

This is a factory, a slaughterhouse, with hundreds of pigs on the chopping boards in front of them.

The sound of tearing apart the fat meat almost became an uninterrupted hum. The meat residue and blood flowed down the tube to the bottom of the mountain and poured into the sea of ​​blood.

What shocked me even more was the guys who were chopping meat with butcher knives.

They turned out to be those demons, those people with pig heads.

Like workers here, they chopped up the fat pigs piece by piece with the butcher knives in their hands. Countless people with angel halos on their heads wandered around them, holding long whips in their hands, and kept beating them. on them

This is the [Forgotten Sacrifice Hall] that I have always longed for.

My brain started to hurt and it started to roar, as if it was telling me in fear not to go any further. However, I still took heavy steps towards the depths of the sacrificial hall, and I knelt in front of the priest.

"Give me the medicine, I want to get my memory back.

My voice sounded like rusty gears from not speaking for so long.

The priest was kind. He didn't ask me for anything, but he didn't give me any medicine either.

"Oink, you are a devout believer. You don't want any medicine. If you want to get your memory back, you only need this."

he said, handing me a mirror.

I lifted the mirror with trembling hands and what I saw before my eyes was a face covered in scars and stitched together with silk threads.

The line looked like it was on Hobert's mouth, or it was on Mary's eyes.

My brain is burning, I don't know what it means, I just look at it

Suddenly, I found something on that ugly face. It was a thread. I don't know why, but it was not sewn into the flesh, but branched out, as if to tempt me to pull it away.

My hands started to shake, but I still squeezed it.

Pull————!

Ahhhhhh——————!

The lines broke open the flesh, bleeding, and painful, but I didn't care. There was something hidden under that face!

The truth is hidden!

The truth I don’t want to know!

But it was too late, my hand was holding the thread that had been pulled out!

My face is peeling off, underneath that skin

It's another face.

One piece.

pig!

of!

Face!