Exorcist in America

The mottled brownish-red color was like the ultimate hue of all things reaching their end.

The grayish-white walls peeled off like fragments, and even the ceiling began to change, eventually dropping grayish-white snowflakes like those outside.

The corridor floor was also covered with a flowing, brownish-red color.

Suddenly, the sound of dripping water echoed, accompanied by the pitter-patter of snowflakes falling from thin air.

Nelson, completely rigid, looked up as if frozen.

It turned out the dripping was coming from a crack in the ceiling, much like a common leak.

"What's going on!"

Nelson shouted loudly, the change instilling a fear in him that led to madness, slowly twisting his face into a ferocious expression.

"Who's messing with me!"

Even though his essence was not human, he was still confined to human-like thinking and couldn't comprehend these changes beyond his understanding.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots exploded as Nelson, with a ferocious face, fired several shots into the empty air as if to embolden himself.

"Who's messing with me! Come out!"

His voice caused an echoing response, but still, no one heeded his call, only the constant dripping of water on his shoulders, head, and body.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Listening to the incessant dripping that he couldn't block out, Nelson grew increasingly frenzied and fired several more shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The continuous gunshots ended with a clicking noise.

Nelson had emptied all the bullets in his pistol, achieving absolutely no effect.

"Who!"

His madness intensified, which strangely made him return to the room to grab another loaded magazine and a fully loaded pistol, and he stormed back out.

He began to ignore the spreading mottled brownish-red decay and the walls' flaking paint, walking briskly in the direction he intended to go with only madness visible on his face.

He quickly reached a crossroads, staring intently at the room in front of him.

It was room 404, the room of his chosen target.

"Damn it!" Nelson raised his pistol and fired several shots at the door of room 404.

Like before, the gunshots echoed, but this time, there was a difference. As the bullets penetrated the door of room 404, Nelson suddenly smelled something.

A combination of rotten dampness and a nauseating, fishy stench.

"It's definitely you messing around!"

Since the changes started after shooting room 404's door, Nelson became even more certain that all of this was caused by the man who had been a significant threat and danger to him, with whom he had only interacted as a neighbor.

"York!"

Suddenly remembering York's calm expression and his unfluctuating eyes, Nelson bit his gums, his ferocity and madness coexisting.

This was why he was willing to pay the price of his essence to devour York; those unfluctuating eyes seemed to see something in him, a humiliation for Nelson, who considered himself superior.

"You human! How dare you!"

Nelson discarded the now bulletless pistol and advanced toward room 404, lifting his foot to forcibly kick open the door.

But before he could kick, the previously silent door of room 404 suddenly exploded in front of him.

The massive noise snapped Nelson back to sanity.

A pair of hands larger than his body emerged with a whooshing sound from the shattered wooden pieces.

Nelson's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his reflexes faster than any ordinary human's as he always stayed on guard; his pistol roared at this moment.

Bang! Bang! Both shots hit the unbelievable large hands, but what truly reignited Nelson's fear was that the bullets sparked as if they had hit a bulletproof steel plate and were deflected.

"What kind of monster is this!" Nelson thought in shock, witnessing something even more bizarre than their own kind for the first time.

With a crisp sound of breaking bones, Nelson was grabbed by the giant hand, feeling as if all the bones in his body were crushed by that grip.

The intense pain hit him, but because he was a foreign entity, he didn't lose consciousness from the pain like a human would; instead, he was acutely aware.

This was also their unique trait; as long as humans didn't kill them instantly, they would continue to control their partially destroyed human bodies to perform beyond normal capabilities.

Puff! Due to internal contractions, Nelson spat out some blood mixed with broken organs, staring at the monster that could grab him with just one hand.

Reflected in his eyes was a creature about three meters tall, bare-chested, with a giant triangular iron box over its head.

His exposed body showed muscles as solid as rock, his lower half wearing a butcher-like apron, and in his other hand, he held a giant long knife as tall as himself, exuding a compulsory oppressive aura that clearly displayed his extreme brutality.

"What are you!" Nelson weakly asked, facing a creature he had never seen before, something they had never encountered.

He had never felt so weak before.

Yet the creature in front of him didn't respond, just stood there silently holding him with one hand, mute and motionless.

"Who are you exactly!"

Nelson continued to question, and just then, a voice sounded by his ear.

"Hehe!"

Nelson's gaze flickered slightly, recognizing the voice all too well—it was Alesha, the daughter of that man York.

He shifted his gaze from the monstrous figure to the side.

There he saw a little girl in a pristine white dress, bouncing out from beside the monster with a playful demeanor. It was none other than Alesha, who had no other purpose than to be endearing.

"Hehe! Uncle Nelson, why have you turned into this?" 

Alesha stood next to the triangular-headed figure, her image starkly contrasting with her surroundings. She tilted her head up to look at Nelson, held in the grip of her guardian, her expression innocently naive.

"Alesha, who are you guys really!" Nelson admitted to himself that York was no ordinary man, but he hadn't expected even his daughter, delicate and doll-like, to be extraordinary.

"Who are we?" Alesha giggled, turning her head to look behind her and naturally reached out her small hand.

In Nelson's view, a large hand suddenly appeared, holding Alesha's right hand, and gradually the owner of the hand fully appeared before him.

A man of towering, well-proportioned stature, with neatly trimmed short hair, his facial features robust and emanating a resolute and masculine aura, his deep eyes twinkling with a gentle glow.

This was none other than York, the very man Nelson had been trying to kill.

"Let's go, Alesha."

York glanced at Nelson's miserable state and simply stated calmly.

"Okay! Daddy!" Alesha cheerily joked, clearly delighted by the impending demise of Nelson.

The triangular-headed figure gripping Nelson, with its eyes hidden behind the large triangular iron box, rolled its eyes slightly, finally settling on York's resigned face.

Seemingly aware of being watched, York nodded at the triangular-headed figure and then, holding Alesha's hand, walked out of the room.

"Bye-bye, Uncle Nelson!"

Alesha called out to Nelson before following York, playfully patting the triangular head's shin, the highest point she could reach.

"Who are you really!" Nelson, realizing his fate, his face covered in blood, was left with nothing but a ferocious expression.

He was a being above all, looking down on humanity, but still bound by human limitations, including emotions and cognition, much like a true parasite; thus, his fear of death was real.

Unfortunately, York and Alesha, who had already walked away, did not answer Nelson, just continued walking to the corridor's end.

With a pop, as York turned the corner with Alesha, he glanced back.

Nelson had been literally crushed by the triangular-headed figure.

A literal crush.

Sensing carefully, York confirmed that Nelson was indeed dead, including the filthy entity inside him.

"Sigh."

York sighed internally, leading Alesha away from the corridor.

Humans are strong in some ways, but they are too weak for such extraordinary circumstances.

They completely succumb to the invasion of the filthy beings, their essence directly devoured to become sustenance for these entities.

However, through the actions of the triangular-headed figure, York combined with previously known information, confirmed another point.

That these parasitic-like filthy beings could die, and not regenerate or resurrect.

"Alesha."

Walking through Alesha's inside-out world, York looked down at the obedient Alesha and asked.

"Where have you trapped the people from the apartment complex?"

Alesha pondered for a moment, then quietly replied.

"The basement, I've knocked them all out."

York paused, recalling the basement they entered in Silent Hill, which was as large as a ground level and could well be considered another world.

That basement, although termed as such, was more terrifying, housing countless monsters.

Even the triangular-headed figure had originated from that basement.

"Cough."

York coughed unintentionally, remembering the monsters they encountered in the Silent Hill basement that, while somewhat frightening to ordinary people, were just part of the challenge.

"Just keep them there for a while, but don't scare them too much, after all, they're just innocent ordinary people."

Alesha acknowledged with an "Okay," and asked.

"Daddy, what are we going to do next?"

Listening to Alesha deliberately not changing her form of address, York paused momentarily, not minding too much, looking toward the elevator that came into view and calmly said.

"Continue to let your inside-out world spread, start by cleaning up New York's filthy beings and turn

 New York into our new base. In the end, they only send humans to probe and walk into their deaths."

Alesha blinked, "Do we not reveal the true nature of this world to the humans?"

"It wouldn't help." York led Alesha to the elevator door, pressed the button for the first floor, and watched the elevator slowly ascend as he said.

"They wouldn't believe it, under such subtle influence. Rather than that, it's better to just do it."

He, too, was part of humanity and knew all too well about human common failings.

Once beliefs and perceptions are formed, they are hard to overturn.

And humans are suspicious, in a world that seems to lack supernatural forces and only has foreign entities possessing without leaving any trace, they, two beings with extraordinary powers, would be considered the real aliens, the monsters, not their kin.

"Let's keep them confined for now."

Alesha nodded obediently, "Okay, Daddy."

Hearing this address again, York's expression remained unchanged as he watched the elevator doors open and led Alesha inside.

The 3D map unfolded at that moment.

Under Alesha's control, the filthy beings in the apartment complex were all dealt with in various dramatic ways.

In each different space, some were cleaved in half by the triangular head with a single slash, some were devoured by female monsters, some were strung up by the wire man into a thousand pieces, some were stabbed to death by a group of Grey Children with repeated stabs, and some were drowned in the corrosive liquid of armless monsters, turning into rotten flesh.

All this displayed on the 3D map attested to Alesha's terrifying capabilities.

The thousands of filthy beings in the entire apartment complex were easily resolved.

Managing to protect the humans while dealing with such a number of entities.

The ruler of the inside-out world was Alesha, in her world, she could do everything.

Such as simply separating the filthy beings from the humans.

It was like truly playing a game.

York glanced at Alesha, for whom this indeed seemed like playing a game, otherwise, she wouldn't be so happy. Perhaps with the passage of time, the bond between them had deepened, and York could sense Alesha's emotions.

Still a god-like being after all, in some ways, it seemed he saw everyone else as mere straws.

"Let it be."

When the elevator stopped, York led Alesha out into the world where grayish-white snowflakes fell, walking slowly into the dense fog, eventually disappearing.

Outside.

Outside the vk apartment.

Under the setting sun, the outlines of buildings were distinctly visible, forming beautiful silhouettes, casting long shadows on the walls and streets as people walked by, returning from work or out for a walk or walking their dogs.

At this moment, they all looked up at the suddenly spreading dense fog around the vk apartment complex, puzzled by why such nice weather would bring dense fog.

Some passersby thought the apartment was on fire and began pulling out their phones to call 911.

But what they didn't know was that this was the signal of Alesha's inside-out world beginning to officially descend upon this world.

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