Fiction: Ladies and gentlemen. I said out loud. It is time to purge the Soul Eater Ba Song

"It might be a good idea to bring Meena here." The bolt suddenly opened. "She looks strong."

Uh, wouldn't be so rude if it wasn't for my suggestion, right?

"I think it's a good idea." I sighed. "I have a feeling that we need more people like that."

We ran into Miriam on the stairs. She sat there with her head in her hands. She didn't cry. Just stared at it without a word.

"Are you okay?" She looked up at me.

“y... be. Just..." Her eyes were empty. It was as if she wasn't there, working on an automatic machine. "I saw something I couldn't understand." She smiled nervously. "I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. ”

Ah, yes. I know. They refer to NPCs as the Airbus of the past games.

Empty eyes, indifferent attitude, a tendency to get stuck in words and sentences (...) One of the ways people react to insanity. Honestly, this is one of the least troublesome things to do.

It seems that players will react this way in the "survival instinct". No longer surprising. If anything, I'm curious if player decay is the same thing? Possibly. It was horrible. Even more terrifying.

We often encounter things like this. We should find a priest to eliminate decay before it turns us into murderous lunatics.

"Come with me, Miriam." I grabbed her hand and gently led her to her room, leaving Meena and the bolt there. It wasn't the time for her to sleep in my room, really.

She didn't have any resistance. She was empty. She walked to where I had guided her and didn't say a word.

Her room was almost rustic. A small bed. Table and chairs. A small wardrobe that seemed to be filled with clothes.

I decided to pretend I didn't see it, and as a night elf, she had to use it to fight her instinctive desires.

She'll be ashamed. Exactly. Instead, I just let her lie on the bed and cover her with a quilt.

"Go to sleep now." When you wake up, you'll feel better. She closed her eyes obediently. Airbus is easy to get orders. They also just do what others say.

As I returned to the hallway in front of the stairs, I came across Meena and Qingyu. The blacksmith we chose seemed to be struggling, so our new blacksmith was helping her.

Divine blessings are the equivalent of serious forces against spiritual damage, curses, psychic magic, and decay. The gods did not want their most trusted servants to be broken in such an obvious and universal way.

She was still a freshman chosen one and received fewer blessings.

There is still a lot of room for development. But it was enough for her to survive in the face of a smaller pervert, though I'm not sure what would have happened if I had banished it for a longer period of time.

Well, if I had imposed my description on him for a longer period of time, my sanity would have been broken, and no one would have known what you should do when you were confronted with an anomalous person.

Then, seeing the failure of its servants, it is likely that it will walk around in the cabin, shatter the minds of each of us, and then destroy the statue of the White Temple, giving us a deadly life.

It was an opportunity to be intimate, very close.

"How do you feel?" I approached her when I asked.

"It's like something exploded in my head." She grinds her teeth. "Let's stop doing it, shall we?"

"I can't promise you that there won't be more perverts, but I can guarantee that we won't go deep into the second layer without a more powerful force." This also includes strengthening our willpower and mental resistance.

"Excellent." She smiled and said, "I'm going to take a break." ”

I nodded. "Absolutely. I will find Trinity and try to clean the place. Spend as much time as you need. ”

It took us more than an hour to find Trish. When we searched her room, we found her curled up under the bed.

Her reaction to us was nothing more than fear and hissing, so we decided to leave her there.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder's fear of everything is also one of the co-effects of insanity caused by the effect of "transcendence."

It was as if it stirred up a protective instinct into a madness, while cutting off all their higher minds and making those who were tormented behave like animals.

If we get too close she might attack us. I doubted if she could use the aura in this state, but I wasn't in the mood to wrestle with a girl who was ready to protect herself with her teeth and almost everything else.

She should also be cured. A moment of insanity. Made by a smaller pervert. If we encounter a big anomaly, okay. Things will be different.

Most of these mortals, after seeing a man ascend to heaven, did not go irreversibly mad and eventually entered the divine nature.

This is everything a person must know to understand the level of danger associated with them. Normally, you have to break your sanity multiple times in order for your mind to undergo a permanent change.

Killing all our patients is not an option. I recovered to my sanity level of 50/100 because I suffered a torture that completely broke my brain. Death is my pain.

If we kill them, their suffering will continue. So we'll have to wait a while. It's a waste of more time.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen." I said out loud. "It is time to begin the Great Purge of the Soul Eater Ba Song."

Me, Meena, Bolt Pillar and Inta stood in the upper corridor, still covered by the remnants of the ingested workers.

If they are defensive processes, then after a while they will disappear.

It will be much slower than in a magical anomaly where reality itself seems to be sentient and is really being recycled, but it will happen.

But they are beasts. They are not creatures made of darkness, they also exist under the laws of light, and magic simply changes them.

This means that they will go through all these nasty natural processes.

Rotten. The last thing we want is to start flowing, because they rot and breed some strange magical diseases.

Magical diseases are strange. duration. Not all of them, but some skyscrapers really dig deep into what are you doing for fuck.

It was a terrible idea to let the shell rot. Especially because they were contaminated by the Five Twenty-Fold Fast.

This can breed disease and make local plagues and epidemics completely unpopular.

That's why we arm ourselves with brooms, rags, old sheets, gloves, buckets filled with water and disinfectant. We are ready to start cleaning the cabin.