After completing the inspection of the company, reviewing the performance statements, and meeting the improper needs of individual employees.

Return to reality with peace.

He wanted to continue reading the content of "Travels in the Wasteland", but suddenly a burst of faint laughter came from his ears.

"Hehehehe—"

The laughter was sharp and harsh, and it came from nowhere, floating on the wasteland.

It is both weird and gloomy, making people feel chilled in their hearts.

The cat immediately raised his head and observed the surroundings as vigilantly as a cat.

"This is……"

The black cat in her arms also narrowed her eyes, revealing dangerous eyes: "Meow~"

"There's a troublesome guy, I'm coming."

Anle reminds you, thinking.

‘The clown, really has his eyes on me?’

I saw the clown wearing a pink suit and absurd makeup slowly walking down from a distance again. The dagger in his hand spun out of the knife flower, and phantoms appeared beside him.

The clown laughed and said, "Haha! The performance is about to start again!"

*******

After a moment.

"Hehe-I'm immortal!"

"I'm immortal...I'm immortal..."

The clown's body was like a pool of mud, falling softly to the ground, his eyes were hollow, and hemorrhaged from the corners of his mouth, and he kept repeating this sentence in his mouth.

All the bones and muscles in his body were shattered by Anle.

According to common sense, the clown is already like this. He should have died like a patient with advanced cancer and cannot move.

But in this case, he still stood up from the ground, like a mollusk without a spine.

It seems that what supports the clown’s actions is not the muscles and bones in his body, but another force that is difficult to describe in words.

Then, the clown swung his hand down and made an exit move.

In this state of soft body, this action is particularly absurd and funny.

"Awesome! That's great!"

But the clown became more and more excited and happy because of this "funny feeling", as if he was a child who got a new toy and had a lot of fun.

He laughed and said, "We... will see you again!"

Anle did not try to attack him in the illusory process of the clown's body, but just watched his figure become increasingly faded until it disappeared.

Because in the perception of peace, after shattering the clown's heart, the clown's existence disappeared from his eyes.

All that remains is a meaningless illusion.

The attack on him was nothing more than a waste of effort.

‘It’s like…a program?’

‘The defeated cg that automatically generates after defeat?’

Anle thought in his heart: ‘Did the clown really master some rules in this secret place?’

‘Or, it became part of the rules?’

With Anle's current strength, it is not difficult to defeat the clown, but... it seems that it is impossible to kill him?

It's not difficult, but it's very troublesome.

It's like a flies buzzing in the ears that can be driven away, but not so easy to slap them to death, which is very annoying.

and……

Anle turned his head and looked at the cat lady who was still in a state of surprise, and the tent not far away.

He is not afraid of the clowns' arrival, but if they are implicated, they will become the clown's target...

‘I still have to find a way to do it once and for all.’

Anle frowned and thought.

Judging from these two battles, the clown has many abilities - invisibility, flame, clone, dagger mastery... and most importantly immortal.

But can a transcendent really have so many abilities?

Apart from the aliens like Anle, it is already amazing for ordinary extraordinary people to specialize in one or two abilities.

Because extraordinary abilities will lead to misfortune.

A superb person who is proficient in flames may burn himself to death because of the curse of flames.

A superb person who is good at dreaming may be killed by unknown creatures in dreams.

Moreover, the more abilities you have and the more complex you are, the greater the possibility of being infected by this side effect.

This is why extraordinary people rarely have compounding abilities.

Furthermore, any extraordinary ability can reach the extreme, and it is not necessary to pursue multiple abilities.

Of course, Anle does not rule out the possibility that the clown uses extraordinary relics.

But he still felt that the clown's extraordinary abilities might not be the ones that appear on the surface.

But a more special and mysterious ability?

The information obtained at this time is not enough to make accurate judgments, and Anle can only silently bury his thoughts in his heart.

"What the hell is that guy...?"

Madam Cat's eyes showed a look of fear and couldn't help asking.

She had only been trapped in this secret place for ten days, and she was not a member of Uesugi Mitsuji and the others from the beginning, so she knew very limited information and did not know the existence of the clown.

But the methods that the clown had just shown made Mrs. Cat feel frightened.

Especially in the end, he was obviously a dead person, but he could still get up and finally escape.

Mrs. Cat knew that if she met this guy alone, she would probably not be his opponent.

Anle replied: "A madman who doesn't know whether he is a human or a ghost."

He also mentioned the clown’s story to Mrs. Cat, and mentioned: “In the silent cemetery, it seems that there is not only the clown who hunts the madman with survivors as the targets.”

"If you want to act alone, be more careful."

Anle saw that Mrs. Cat seemed to have the idea of ​​exploring by herself, and she reminded her by the way.

Everyone has secrets.

In fact, Anle was always a little confused about the black cat named Xiao Mo.

Mrs. Cat is not like Anle. She has been exposed to some core secrets. It is normal for her to rely on her own strength to explore the secrets of this secret place.

After being seen through the idea, Mrs. Cat was not embarrassed, but just said sincerely.

"Mr. a, I have something to ask for..."

*******

Not long.

Madam Mao took the black cat Xiaomo away, but left Gan Xiang with Anle.

The thing she asked Anle was to be optimistic about Xiao Ganxiang and also meant to protect her.

Almost after leaving Anle's sight, the black cat jumped out of Mrs. Cat's arms, stretched hard, and moved its furry limbs and small head.

"Hu Meow--I'm finally a little further away from that guy!"

From its mouth, a crisp sound was spitting out, like a young girl under ten years old.

The words were filled with relief, as if they had just escaped from some demon cave.

Mrs. Cat's expression was a little relaxed, but she said, "I think it's okay."

"Although it is indeed a bit...uneasy, he is not our enemy. Is it as if he is so scared?"

Xiao Momao frowned and looked at Madam Mao with a little disgusted look: "That's because you're too slow inspiration."

"If you have inspiration like me, you will understand my mood."

Speaking of this, Xiao Mo's face appeared with a look of fear and a faint fear arose in his heart.

She recalled the happiness she felt, and that was...

A deep darkness.

It was like a bottomless abyss, in which countless terrifying beings surged and crawled, as if they were beyond all the evil and strangeness that transcended all human imaginations, were hidden there.
To be continued...