The Endless Shuttle

"Miss Senna Artem."

Kesma's voice was a little stiff, which proved that his mood, which was rarely improved by killing, had disappeared.

"You have maintained this posture since fifteen minutes ago. Is it so difficult for you to kill someone? Or are you deliberately wasting my time?"

This was the first task he assigned to his disciples - to kill a human with his own hands.

Maybe Luo Pei doesn't need to use killing to prove his qualifications as a mystic, but it is a special case favored by God after all. If others want to become a monster like a "mystic", they cannot do without blood and tears.

We must use indifference and cruelty to fight against the erosion of sanity. If we don’t do this, Senna Artem will definitely become a real monster in the end. He can’t even maintain his human form until he is finally inspired by a certain evil god and becomes a puppet. general presence.

Failure to do so is not allowed.

"But..." the girl with long brown-black hair protested weakly.

"He's just a child... About the same age as my cousin, Mr. Teacher, he will have a more exciting life in the future, and he shouldn't die here... Besides, I don't dare to kill people..."

After all, Sena is just an ordinary person, and the flowers in the greenhouse cannot bear the weight of other people's lives.

— but it is necessary.

"I didn't use the "Master-Apprentice Contract" to give you direct orders because I wanted to make you wake up. Now it seems that I am thinking too much..."

"But I forgive you, who made you "our" first disciple? Let me enlighten you, let's do another multiple choice question. "

Just like forcing Senna to become his disciple, Kesma continued.

His right hand instantly turned into a dark green tentacle, pulling the blond boy in front of him, pressing his face down firmly on the ground. Under the tremendous force, the boy's eyes became bloodshot and red, and his skull creaked, but he couldn't wail because his mouth was blocked.

"Everyone has a scale in his heart to measure everything in the world with his own eyes. Now there are two paths before you. One is to kill the boy in front of you for your own future and to please me. Use your The knife in his hand cut his neck and became a murderer."

Kesma paused, and put on a weird smile. Seeing this expression, Sena hugged her shoulder almost reflexively, biting her lower lip tightly.

"...Are you going to kill me?"

"Hehe, how could it be? Don't worry, you will be safe with both options, you just need to make a choice." He scratched the floor with his left hand a few times randomly, and the marble floor was plasticized like plasticine, turning into a A school-like building.

Senna knew this building, it was the school she had attended.

Chapter 161 Growth, Divinity Fusion (Part 2)

"The other is because you resist as a teacher, angry monsters need blood to fill their anger, so more than 1,400 teachers and students in Avosta Girls High School have to pay with their lives, but they have nothing to do with you It doesn't matter, there is no need to be stained with the slightest blood...you know it? As for me, teacher, I am a moody monster."

"What is your choice between the "one" that bears the sin and the "one thousand and four hundred" that have nothing to do with you? "

A light and fluffy sentence drove Senna to a dead end.

This sense of oppression emanating from the nerves made this seventeen-year-old girl almost feel the pain of suffocation.

How to choose? Save the boy in front of him, and then sit back and watch his teacher kill his classmates and teachers at the same school? No, you can't.

But if he didn't kill the boy, with his teacher's character, what he said would definitely come true... Sena felt chills all over when she thought of the corpses scattered outside the door.

In the situation of these two dilemmas, the girl didn't even know herself, she silently made a measurement in her heart.

——The measurement of "one" and "fourteen hundred".

A juvenile who has never met before and the classmates, teachers, and friends he knows.

By killing the boy, innocent students can escape the tragic fate of being killed because the teacher is satisfied. In other words, I saved them by myself... The sacrifice of just one person can be exchanged for the survival of thousands of people...

——Are you a "hero"?

The term that suddenly popped up in her mind startled Senna.

Her hand that was holding the knife tightly began to tremble, which was a proof of her unsteady heart.

Seeing this, Kesma nodded in satisfaction.

This is what he wanted.

The most difficult thing for human beings is to take the first step. Once the first step is completed, the rest is just a matter of time. Sooner or later, his disciple Senna Artem will become an "oh, kill another" indifferent monster, just like him now, become the best and orthodox Cthulhu mystic.

This is education... Kesma sighed sincerely in his heart, the satisfaction of teaching others to fish almost filled his heart.

To this end, he added another fire.

"Why do you want to put yourself in the position of the perpetrator?" For the sake of his first disciple, Kesma has put all his heart into it.

"Think about it carefully, I ordered you to kill him. You are just a knife that slit the boy's throat, and nothing else. Not only that, but your career as a mystic will be a step closer , I will teach you the real supernatural power, when the time comes, wealth, power, women... Well, you don’t need this. All in all, why don’t you do something that is of great benefit to you and irresponsible?”

"..." Sena opened her mouth, but had nothing to say.

"Even you can have that idea. You saved a school of teachers and students from monsters, Senna is a 'hero'! saviour! Sacrificing one person to save countless people is happening everywhere, why do you reject it? Can you hear your classmates and teachers chanting "Senna Artem. That ordinary girl is now a hero"! "

After dyeing the white paper black, Kesma's heart beat violently. It was not a natural reaction of the body, but the joy and admiration of Nyarlathotep, one of the three pillar gods, "Chaos". "Octahedron" was directly transmitted to Kesma's soul, and even Luo Pei, who was far away in China, felt the excitement.

Finally starting to wake up...

The fusion of divinity and soul made the evil god far away in the void want to sing loudly. Its chaotic and shapeless body devoured one planet after another, and began a joyful self-banquet.

Coax it! Use heresy! Temptation! Work hard for fame and fortune! Distort this world and humanity! Chaos is the eternal truth, and order is just a false bondage and rhetoric!

"What's your choice? Senna Artem."

Perhaps it was because the power was too great, but the enhancement brought by the fusion of divinity did not make Kesma feel strange, and he devoted himself to educating his disciples.

"I……"

Senna uttered a word, and there was a long silence.

Kesma, who has strict requirements on time, also forgave her tolerantly, because he knew that the waste now is definitely worth it.

——Thirty minutes left until the completion of "Alien World".

Just when Kesma was getting impatient, Senna finally took action.

Like a beginner, she stood up with the knife in her hand. The black pantyhose was stained with a little dust because of kneeling on the ground for too long, but this did not affect the overall beauty of the girl.

She didn't look like a murderer at all, Senna's expression was as dull as if she had just attended a grade party, but she hadn't been invited by any boy.

A trembling hand stretched out to the blond boy, and Kesma let go of the tentacles, releasing his body freedom, but because of the movement, the cloth strip that restrained the boy's mouth fell down.

"Big, big sister! Please, please don't kill me! I won't cause you any trouble, just let me go, even if this lord kills the students and teachers of that school, I will give them The family members are satisfied with monetary compensation! So, please don't kill me!"

The young man was crying. He knew that the cold-blooded monster behind the All-Destroying Magic Society was different. The young but full of scheming, he clearly saw the hesitation of the girl in front of him, and he was trying his best to use his advantages to survive...

"I'm sorry..." Senna said dryly.