"Heh heh, that only proved it wanted more!

Seeing Leon, who was clearly full of vigilance but didn't report him to Emma (the bandaged woman), a gleam of satisfaction appeared in the eyes of the Black Goat.

His judgment had indeed been accurate!

*This kid, although barely counted as a 'good person' and even more moral than most, had perhaps accumulated too many unsettling things in his heart, whether due to his naivety or the darkness of this world—or perhaps both. Such a person was naturally destined to fall into the Abyss.*

Pressing against Leon's chest as he ran, the Black Goat endured the morality and goodwill which demons despised, taking a deep breath of the boundless fury hidden beneath the light. It immersed itself in the extreme Madness that wished nothing more than to destroy everything and start anew, closing its eyes in deep ecstasy.

With a sharp blade in hand, the intention to kill naturally arose.

*Now, you could barely endure it only because you were weak. Once you gained enough power, would you still want to let anger recklessly burn your soul like now?*

Keep it up, kid! We will definitely help you well! Help you deal with that annoying trash, help you reap those sinful souls, and even help you achieve that ludicrous vision deep within your heart.

But when you think you've achieved your ideal, relishing in the fulfillment, if you find that everything is returning to its former state, the world's essence remains the same, or even becomes worse...

The Abyss welcomes you."

...

"Uh, uh... could you ask for me?"

Through the glass door of the special care ward, the girl in the hospital bed couldn't help but tug at the nurse's sleeve beside her, asking worriedly:

"Has my brother come back yet? And... is something wrong outside? Why are there so many people lying in the hallway?"

"Um... perhaps it'd be best not to go out?"

Glancing at the increasing crowd of patients outside, nearly piling up to the door of the special care ward, the young, handsome nurse spoke with some apprehension:

"For so many patients to come at once, either there's a large-scale poisoning, or there's some acute infectious disease. If it's the former, it's fine, but if it's the latter..."

"If it's the latter, then it's already too late."

Glancing outside the ward and seeing a pool of vomit that had already reached the door, an older middle-aged nurse sighed and shook her head:

"The fact that patients are placed at the door of the special care unit shows our hospital might have reached its limit. If it really is some infectious disease, even if we stay inside, we can't avoid it. We might even already be infected."

"In that case... since it's unavoidable anyway, why not open the door and let them in?"

Seeing those patients convulsing constantly on the cold floor tiles, some clutching their stomachs and wailing miserably, Anna bit her bloodless lips, saying with a hint of unwillingness:

"Even though there's only one hospital bed here, there's still a row of sofas, and the floor is carpeted. It's at least more comfortable than lying on stone tiles... Is that okay?"

"Of course!"

After looking at Anna with mild surprise, the elder nurse's eyes flashed with warmth, smiling gently as she said softly:

"This is your ward, as long as you're willing, it's not a problem."

Having said that, she motioned to the younger nurse, whose expression was a bit grim, to open the door of the special care ward. She bent down to help a nearby patient inside, however...

"Huh?"

Seeing the small child who was surprisingly heavy as if welded to the ground, both nurses widened their eyes.

Even though they're female nurses, working in a hospital often required them to lift heavy objects, so they're not lacking in strength.

If it had been a burly man, it's understandable if they couldn't lift him, but this was just a child barely over ten years old, how... God forgive!

Accompanied by the boy's cries of pain, both nurses were horrified to discover that the "sensation" they had felt was no illusion, the skinny little boy really was "welded" to the ground!

"This... this..."

Seeing the boy's arms sinking into the floor tiles, the young nurse sat down fearfully, her lips trembling as she tried to say something, only to see the older nurse's expression suddenly change. She hastily dragged the young nurse up from the floor, pulling her back into the ward with brutal force.

"Rip!" "Ah!!!"

The sound of tearing cloth and a woman's scream occurred simultaneously. The young nurse clutched her bloody right hand, screaming as she fell back onto the carpet of the ward.

Where she had been sitting just moments earlier, beside a torn piece of her nurse's uniform, lay a layer of bloody Skin. Its size matched her palm perfectly, clearly just torn from her hand's palm!

Seeing the patients in the hallway slowly sinking into the hospital floor tiles, the older nurse, quick to save her colleague, felt her legs abruptly give way and collapsed onto the carpet, whispering in horror:

"What... what is going on?"