assistirfilmes Chapter 113
Chapter 113
The first thing I saw was a crimson pulsation.
Thump, thump, thump.
Only then did I realize that I had collided with something.
Splat.
With a brief, wet sound, my body landed on something sticky and viscous.
A foul stench.
In the next moment, I recognized it as the putrid odor of decaying protein.
The chunks of flesh scattered around me clung to my body, pulsating in a sickly red rhythm.
Whooosh!
A gust of wind blew past me as the high-speed train I had been riding roared by, leaving behind a deafening noise and immense pressure.
The train disappeared in an instant, vanishing into the tunnel’s distant end, where a faint glimmer of light flickered.
“......”
Honestly, it was filthy and unsettling, but I wasn’t overwhelmed by pain or plunged into panic.
It was like standing in front of a trash chute in a dark apartment complex late at night—gross, but manageable.
-My goodness, what an unhygienic environment! Are you alright, my friend?
“I’m fine.”
...Happy Maker really is doing its job.
It felt like when you take a calming pill and your heart becomes cold and steady—only this time, my mind felt warm and dulled instead.
I stood up, surprisingly composed and stable, brushing off the rotting chunks of flesh with my bare hands as I did so.
The moment I brushed them off—
"Devour your depravity."
An eerie voice echoed in my head.
“......”
Matching the testimonies of those who had been “sacrificed” and my current surroundings...
It seemed that at this point, I was supposed to experience searing, fiery pain all over my body, leading to an uncontrollable urge to claw at my own skin and flesh.
Then, while chewing and drooling over the pieces I ripped off, I’d have to march forward toward the light at the end of this disgusting, oppressive tunnel.
The tunnel itself was a testament to the horror of this process.
Thankfully, I was spared such madness. All my pain was numbed, and I had the additional protection of the silver ring enhancing my mental resistance.
“Whew.”
Standing fully upright, I shook my body slightly.
It didn’t do much. The filth and decayed flesh left visible, revolting stains.
I decided not to dwell on where this flesh might have come from.
The Happy Maker kept me from panicking, but the revulsion lingered.
Ah, wait.
“Brown, are you alright?”
-Ah, you mean this repeating loop of ominous whispers? It’s like background noise—annoying, but tolerable.
“...What about the searing pain?”
-Ha!
-My body has no skin or flesh, my friend! Just fabric, stuffing, eyes, and a nose!
I see.
So the conditions for ‘sacrifice’ only apply to humans.
It was a relief that Brown wouldn’t suddenly start losing his mind here.
-So, does my friend have further business in this grimy place?
“...No.”
-In that case, let’s get out of here!
Good point.
To escape, I’ll have to return to the train.
I straightened myself and started walking.
Toward the end of the tunnel.
Squelch, squelch.
The fluids from the sludge below splattered onto my shoes, soaking into my socks until they were stained red.
"Cast off your sin."
"Tear your sin apart."
"Devour your sin."
“......”
Maybe the more sinful a person is, the more intense the searing pain becomes?
That would mean, theoretically, a virtuous person who falls here would experience minimal pain...
This ghost story, which focused on the escalating despair and horror of the train’s increasingly inhuman chaos with each loop, was a detail I could only confirm by experiencing it firsthand.
In any case, the tunnel was longer than I expected. Still, I kept trudging forward.
Hopefully, I won’t need another dose of Happy Maker.
"Cast off your sin."
"Cast off your sin."
"Cast off your sin."
Ignoring the voices, I pressed on.
My feet felt heavier with every step, but the light ahead grew steadily closer.
Step, step. The intense brightness at the tunnel’s exit almost blinded me, making it difficult to see what lay ahead.
Ah.
I was nearly there.
Squinting against the glare, I pushed forward a little more until—
At last, I stepped into the light.
"Go to Tamna."
......!
A small, soft invitation.
It was oddly comforting, even liberating—a strange, profound warmth that wrapped around me, as if a divine revelation was piercing through my mind.
-Oh my! That was a rather aggressive invitation, wasn’t it? Hold on a moment...
And in an instant.
My consciousness was sucked away at an incredible speed, like a train plunging down a steep incline.
“You mentioned that the other person who fell isn’t in good condition. Could you show me where they are?”
“Ah, y-yes!”
“Right this way!”
Following the hurrying passengers, I glanced back at the car.
“I’m coming too!”
Chief Dolphin promptly followed me, and beyond her, I saw Jin Nasol standing with her arms crossed, as if giving me permission to proceed—for now.
She’s letting me handle this.
But I knew that if she decided my approach was inefficient, she wouldn’t hesitate to throw anyone she deemed useless out of the windows to clear the mission.
That won’t work.
So for now, what I was doing was the most humane and efficient option available.
“This way... they’re sitting here...”
I approached the indicated seat.
The bespectacled man was sitting there, mouth agape, staring blankly into space. The first sacrifice of the second loop.
“Sir?”
“......”
No response. He looked completely out of it.
“What could possibly be down there to cause this...”
“It was horrible. But...”
I placed a hand on my chest.
“I learned something.”
“W-What?”
Clink.
Keeping my hand on my chest, I smoothly slipped it into the inner pocket of my jacket.
Then, I fastened the small badge that was already inside.
The Silver Heart.
“Everyone! Don’t worry too much.”
At the same time, I approached the bespectacled man.
“Gasp! Gasp! Hic!”
“It’s okay... you’re okay now.”
I leaned closer and discreetly injected him with a dose of Happy Maker.
By the next loop, its effects will reset, so there’s no loss.
For someone on the brink of panic and terror, this was the best solution.
And because the Happy Maker was as small as a pen, to everyone else, it would simply look like I was helping him calm down.
Magically.
“...Huff!”
The bespectacled man took a deep breath.
Clarity returned to his eyes, and a sense of calm settled over him.
“I... It was horrifying... ah, ah... but it’s over now.”
Slowly, a faint smile spread across his face.
“Thank you... I feel... at peace...”
He stood up, turned to me, and embraced me, before moving to hug the other passengers.
Startled, they hesitantly returned the gesture, then turned to me with awe in their eyes.
“You... you brought him back to his senses...”
“How did you...”
Con artist at work...
Feigning amazement at myself, I looked down at my hands.
“I don’t know why I was granted this ability, but now I...”
Taking a deep breath, I continued.
“I think I have a vague understanding of what’s happening on this train.”
“...!!”
“A-Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Raising a hand, I began counting off with my fingers as I spoke.
“I know who needs to fall out the windows, and how many loops it will take for this all to end.”
“Oh my god.”
What was I doing right now?
Scamming them, obviously.
And this type of scam? A classic in apocalyptic fiction.
The cult leader trope.
The person who manipulates people, claiming divine will, while carrying out strange, unsettling plans.
In previous loops, someone from Car 6 had taken this role, hadn’t they? ...Yes, I was certain.
Loop 5:
Each train car forms its own exclusive groups. Some worship the loop phenomenon as a divine miracle, capturing other passengers and performing barbaric sacrificial rituals before tossing them out the windows.
Sorry... No, not sorry at all, but—
“You’re done.”
Because this time, I was going to take the lead.
“Beloved passengers of Car 7, please lend me your ears!”
I stood near the train door and shouted.
“We have been chosen for a great trial!”
-My goodness!!
From my suit pocket, I heard Brown clapping enthusiastically.
A con artist endorsed by the Ghost Story’s Host.
Now making their grand debut.