Beneath the dim sky, a one-eyed adorable girl held a chunk of flesh resembling a brain, devouring it ravenously like a starved ghost reincarnated, her mouth sared with fresh blood. More horrifying still, the chunk of flesh was emitting screams just like those of a human...
This scene, no matter how you looked at it, was incredibly eerie.
Le Cheng was sowhat curious as he watched the girl. This girl was fierce; she had actually snapped a scythe and plunged it into her own skull, stirring it madly. Even he couldn’t do such a thing—although, that being said... did that chunk of flesh really taste that good?
Watching the girl’s unstoppable deanor, Le Cheng felt a stirring of temptation.
"Hey, sis, hold on, let have a bite."
Le Cheng hurriedly rushed forward, but in no ti, two black vortexes appeared before him, and strands of black hair erged from the vortexes, taking an offensive stance and warding off his approach.
"Stinky sis, if you won’t share, then just say so, and defending your food..."
Le Cheng stopped, muttering his grievances.
Clara sat on the ground, duck-like, looking left and right, not understanding why Le Cheng, who had been dismbered, had suddenly co back to life. She also couldn’t figure out what the big deal was with that adult, just staring blankly.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that the girl finally finished eating. She looked at her blood-soaked hands with her remaining right eye as if reminiscing sothing. The aura of madness gradually receded until she slowly lifted her head.
"It looks like you’ve mostly recovered. Can you rember who you are?" Le Cheng walked toward the girl.
The mont the girl saw Le Cheng, she subconsciously covered her left eye, while her remaining right eye was full of caution. However, she didn’t attack again, instead murmuring: "I... I am... I am No.3..."
"No.3?"
"Yes, I rember now. I was born in this hospital. I am the Spirit of Madness... No.3 of this hospital."
The spirit of the hospital?
"How could that be? That great person is actually..."
Whether human or ghost, perhaps all have a nature that enjoys following the excitent. With the battle over and that legendary great person reappearing, all the ghosts crowded around, eager to discover the truth. However, upon hearing the girl’s self-introduction, the ghosts were shocked, even finding it hard to accept.
Most of these ghosts were victims of Saint Elizabeth, a place that bore the na of a hospital on the surface but was actually Hell. Even to this day, they were filled with hatred for the pain and despair the hospital had inflicted upon them, and no one wished more fervently for it to be completely erased.
On the other hand, for the "great person" who had always been protecting them, they felt gratitude and reverence. Asking Le Cheng to deal with the Devil was partly to break free from the hospital’s clutches, but also in hopes of finding that missing "great person," especially since the individual had truly disappeared for quite a long ti.
What they could never have imagined was that the object of their hatred and their gratitude were one and the sa.
So ghosts simply couldn’t accept this truth, even lying on the ground in agonizing howls of pain.
The girl looked at the ghosts around her. Their pain, despair, gratitude, struggle, and resistance were so clear, as if an innate instinct. She could feel the emotions of everyone here... except for Le Cheng.
"It’s not like that," the girl shook her head and said slowly, "I am the Spirit of Madness of Saint Elizabeth, but I wasn’t born because of it. It was the souls here, their pain and wails night and day, that awakened my consciousness and led to my existence... No, to be precise, I am the third one."
Clara watched the girl in a daze, "Is it... because of us?"
"Yes," the girl nodded.
"I think I understand now." Le Cheng stepped forward with a smile, "You are not purely the spirit of the hospital, but the spirit that carries the wishes of countless souls."
Le Cheng’s gaze swept over the ghosts, "In life, they endured too much pain in this hospital that most people can’t imagine. Even in death, their souls could not find release. No one longed more for a hero’s arrival than they did. Thus, when such voices arose in every soul, they gradually converged into an invisible Willpower, and from this Willpower, your consciousness was born. Eventually, as the spirit of the hospital, you appeared before everyone, right?"
Hearing this, the already restless ghosts suddenly quieted down, staring blankly at the girl.
The girl felt the change in their emotions again. Instead of resistance and struggles, there was more of an urgency, or rather, an expectation, waiting for a condition they could accept, even if... even if it was a deception.
The girl couldn’t deny this expectation and silently nodded her head.
"Thank you."
This was what she said to Le Cheng because she didn’t even know how to explain her existence, and she was not good at doing such things. But Le Cheng had combined her existence with the wishes of the ghosts. This ant he made a righteous distinction between her and Saint Elizabeth, so the ghosts’ hatred toward Saint Elizabeth would not be transferred to her.
"So back to the previous topic, you said you are No.3, which ans there were two Spirits of Madness before you?" Le Cheng asked.
"Yes. They were born earlier than and, due to a sense of mission, they have been fighting against the devils of this hospital, even venturing into the devil’s lair, never to return... But as long as there are suffering souls in this hospital, the Spirit of Madness will not completely die. So, after No.2 sacrificed herself, I was born."
"I see..." Clara had an epiphany. She had always thought that the great one might have run into so trouble or needed to sleep to recover strength, which was why she suddenly disappeared for a while. She never imagined that they were killed by the devil.
For so reason, she felt especially saddened, a sorrow as if she were experiencing it firsthand.
Not just her, including the surrounding ghosts, their emotions visibly beca heavier and sadder.
This was also easy to understand. After all, the Spirit of Madness was born from their wishes, and the wishes ca from the souls; it was parts of each person’s soul combined with sothing else that eventually ford the Spirit of Madness. With the death of the Spirit of Madness, those portions of soul congealing their Willpower would also vanish. If not conscious of it, it might be okay, but once they beca aware of this fact, their feelings were naturally imaginable.
"When I first opened my eyes, I had no mory of No.1 or No.2. I only knew I had to destroy the devil, so I ventured into the devil’s lair just like they did. Initially, everything went smoothly, No.1 and No.2’s experiences also gradually awoke in my consciousness, until I t a brain monster..."
"After several days and nights of battling, I finally killed that brain monster. But it didn’t die completely, instead, it turned into a piece of flesh that burrowed into my brain. Since then, I’ve been unable to control my emotions, with a voice in my head constantly telling to accept the rciful Father’s love, and gradually I couldn’t feel myself anymore."
"I don’t know how much ti had passed, but a beam of Moonlight ca in, awaking my consciousness from the darkness. Even though I was still being controlled at that ti, I could clearly feel that the brain monster’s power had weakened. It couldn’t suppress like before, and I had had enough of that voice..."
The girl said so, and everything that followed was as previously seen; the girl was not hurting herself, but through that thod, she forced the brain monster inside her brain out. With the death of the brain monster, her consciousness finally returned to herself completely.
Le Cheng nodded, what the girl said and his previous guess were largely in line.
"Now that you’ve recovered your self, how should I address you?"
"I..."
Before the girl could answer, Le Cheng began to look her up and down. "Black twin tails, Gothic Lolita dress, a petite and cute figure, and that ability to sprout arms out of a black hole, plus you are the third prototype of the Spirit of Madness. So rounding it up, let’s call you Crazy 3... Look, you even have heterochromia!"
Le Cheng pointed at the girl’s crimson eye, and the other one, which had turned pitch-black due to being blinded, excitedly slapping his thigh.
Aweso, we in Arica have got our very own Crazy 3!
The girl glared at Le Cheng with her remaining eye.
"Elizabeth, my na is Saint Elizabeth!"
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