Re:write The Authors Transmigration-Chapter 274: Bloody theme park [1]

Deep within Diabolus’s core lies the planes of never-ending darkness, and the other one lies the author Christoper Morris. A place full of sunshine and rainbows set in a time and place before the turning point of his life where he got all dead and rotten. His date before his break up, the time when he never cared about the past or future, and only remains in the present

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Two days ago

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[I’m back! What did I miss–]

"You fucking piece of shit of a deity where have you been?" The first thing he says upon the arrival of his deity is his discontent with his absence

[Sage did you know what your avatar has been through? He was a second away from dying... a second away!!!]

[I’ve been busy okay? I did what you asked. One way or another things became complicated. But it worked out]

"Morris who the hell are you talking to?" From the other side of the bathroom door lies a feminine voice that only irritates his entire being the more he hears

"... oh it’s nothing! I’m just talking to Jin. Be there in a second. Why don’t you get things started and put some lotion on your hand," He quickly hurries at the door leading to the bathroom stalls shutting it upon witnessing countless stares from afar

[Oh shit... is that?]

’It’s my ex... fuck this is so freaking horrible. I rather fight my mom to the death than be with her for another second. What? Don’t look at me like that. I say I want to fight my mother but at least I know she isn’t the real deal. Rachel’s different okay?’

[How vile is this woman for you to hate?]

[You weren’t here when he said this to his female friend. His ex-lover broke up with him indirectly... and with no more further contact]

[I kind of understand why he wants to torture her so badly. He always fantasized about killing her with his bare hands. Good luck]

(My liege isn’t it better if we move to another spot? This place you’ve chosen is rather cramped. You’ll be easily captured)

"Calm down Diabolus... I picked this spot knowing it’s cramped. But that’s not all, I even prepared for the worst-case scenario," As noon finally struck he heard the screeching sound from the rusty speakers that held an announcement

|[Greetings everyone! We are very pleased to inform you that today’s event has been set! The annual couples event has begun!]|

Rachel bashes the door of her chosen toilet and quickly rushes to the exit upon hearing the sudden announcement. But what she encountered wasn’t bountiful love birds frolicking wherever her eyes wondered but numerous glared. One of those spectators lunges forth with a knife and before it harmed her in any way it was shot down with a revolver on her back

"Looks like I was right... that announcement was the trigger. Well, fuck me and my intention. Get up! We’re gonna bounce," He pulls her whilst her eyes remain motionless her legs follow where Morris ran upon the start of the mission

Memory Rachel stood silently in shock at what occurred before her as a person lunged at her with a knife which eventually died. At their backs the people she thought to be people began to change in their truest form whilst remaining their human shape. With pale white skin, empty eye sockets, and sharp protruding nails, their legs got all twisted which allowed them to leap

(My liege over there!)

Diabolus points out that the ride up ahead could prove to be useful and he changes his direction towards the swing ship. "Rachel snap out of it! Just accept the fact. We’ll fucking die if you keep holding me back. And you better hold on tight,"

He retrieves his revolver back to his picket and with his strength, he tugs her arm and catches her body. He leaps farther than any human could ever imagine and this scene leads Rachel to not focus on the monster but solely on him. They safely landed at the swinging pirate ship, and as Christoper tied her at one of the seats he went to the front

"As the wielder of Diabolus, I beseech you to come and heed my commands, come forth oh darkness... Diabolical modification!"

His right hand grew darker and within it formed small metallic fragments and when it touched the ship it quickly evolved. The darkness within his grasp disappeared which spread throughout the entirety of the ship making it a contraption of sorts

[Christopher Morris LVL 42 Equipment on

Title: Goblin Slayer, Manipulator of One’s Body, Murderer in the Shadow, Scheming Prick, Shameless Commander, Overpowered Leech, Face of Justice

Class: None

Blessing: God of foresight, God of Magic

Hp: 186 (+56)

Atk: 106 (+42)

Spd: 110

Def: 86 (+38)

Mp: 139 (+29)

Chi: 128

Stm: 96

Unused points: 0

Unique ability: Familiar summoning, Remembrance, Demon of machinery, Sealed demonic eye

Skills: Mana breathing (A) Magic orb (C) Ignite (C) Shock (D) Haste (B-) Mist array (E) Mystic slash (C) Status modifier (E+) Heal (D+) Wave (B+) Nightmare (D-) Drain (A) Dagger arts (B) Mental fortitude (A) Interchangeable Cromwell arts (C) Concurrent flow (D) Radiant footwork (D) Glacial array (E) Split personality (E) Adrenaline (E) Thunder manifestation (D) Frostbite (F) Masochism (E) Talaria (F)

Overall ratings: You’ve walked the path you’re supposed to take, fought battles you were supposed to face, and events you need to partake in. Because you never once escaped the rigorous path you were fully rewarded by your efforts... you understand what it means to survive in this hellish world but never be calm just because of your measly winnings]

(We come a long way to unlocking the system, it’s great that we can use some of my abilities. But my liege isn’t it a bit strange as to why the stats you hold are that of your own? I thought you’d hold the stats of your current persona, but why is it that not, is there perhaps a bug?)

’I don’t know either... but it’s better than nothing. Also, I have a hunch. This isn’t the work of the angels but rather the GMs most likely [Kishar]. That guy knew he did something wrong and he’s doing everything in his authority to cover it up,’

As the rampaging phantom leaps in thoughts of boarding the ship it transforms and releases itself from the machine. From below it burst forth four mechanical legs built for both mobility, combat, and along the lines of transportation. Once it sensed impending doom upon itself and its creator it engaged in combat and multiple cannons appeared within its deck

"All aboard on the Black Sparrow for the cruise of your life! Next stop the Ferris wheel. Please wear your seatbelts," The ship became his leg shield and dagger for him to clear the lesser waves of fiends within the start of the match

...

Floor: ???

"Fuck! Everything hurts... where am I?" As Yuri opened her eyes, she found her view darkened and her body hurting, but this darkness faded as a fire was set

"It’s close! I need to get out–" Although she faces injuries unbeknownst to how she attained such damage her body felt the touch of another pushing her down

"Calm down... it’s alright. I just started a fire," That voice was familiar but she felt something rather off even though it belonged to her friend the tone was rather off

"Who are you?"

Although her body was in such a state she never felt a blade to have ever punctured or cut her flesh and she relaxed even for a little. The figure walks straight to the fire revealing his face to be that of his friend but the way he dresses is oddly familiar. White hair, and black clothing to match the night, an air around him that makes it rather hard for others to converse

[Christoper Morris: Spell Theif

Race: Human

Role: Tricky assassin, Mage poke, Utility, Survivalist, First alter ego]

"Greetings I am Spell Thief... you may heard of my name being Christoper Morris’s first alter ego. I’m glad that you’re alive,"

"How is this possible?" Yuri said to herself

"Why isn’t it off the table that we’re here? Although it’s not technically his brain the cote acts as his own. Hence we are here,"

"We...?" As she began to interpret his words another person appeared in this small cramped space of darkness

[Christoper Morris: Zen Bleightrol

Race: Human

Role: Damage carry, Swordsman, Front liner, Tank]

"Finally she’s awake! We now have a chance to escape! We can finally end this madness once and for all!"

[Christoper Morris: Radiant Knight

Race: Human

Role: Purveyor of justice, Hero to all, Master of the light, Punisher of Evil]

"Huzzah! Our comrade has finally awakened. Let us hold a party in her safe return. Now let’s sing and a one and a two–" Before he blabbers any further Spell Thief with the help of Zen shuts his loud and irritable mouth

"That’s enough... I didn’t call you two to have a celebratory orgy. That is what you call an ’Adult party’ I summoned you two for this," He yanks the curtains and reveals to the three a powerful and deadly storm approaching their cave

"It appears that the original is drawing closer to the finale. Because of that the storm is growing stronger than ever... it’s frightening,"

"That means he’s making his move?"

Spell Thief nods at Zen’s question whilst Yuri is lost in their chatter and says. "Um, who the hell are you twats talking about? I’m new to this place. If you need my help then inform me okay?"

The three began to talk to decide on who would explain the situation but ultimately ended in Spell Thief. "We may be his different personalities but think of us are his subconscious. In a way, we share his memories, his thoughts, emotions, and pleasure,"

"Okay, you lost me at pleasure,"

"I wasn’t finished. Apart from that we share his powers. But not all of his powers are his own... where we are now is the 76th floor,"

She maintained a tight lip and allowed Spell Thief to further inform her of their current situation. "Makino the creator of Diabolus says that the core is poisoning him. And that’s true... it was poisoning his mind,"

Spell Thief hinted at the peculiar landscape of the 76th floor in its disastrous and disorderly manner. It was different from the neat and tightly constructed space invaded by the angels for it is nothing but a wasteland. Spell Thief then leans on the rough surface of the cave and the air around him free even colder than before

"Once upon a time, there was a part of Christoper Morris he hated more than everything else..."

"He devised the perfect plan of ridding himself from that thing. Was it love for his ex? Depression? No, it’s even worse its..."

"Cringe!"

"Hey the four of us said the same thing? What a surprise! What no jokes?" Although Yuri passes it on as a joke, Spell Thief, Zen, and even Radiant Knight remain indifferent

"Going back to before... Christoper found a way, using his skill Split personality. It made him able to separate himself," Spell Thief walks closer to Yuri and his mouth closer to her ear to add some dramatic flare

"But what he did resulted in a monster. Upon separating Cringe from himself. He locked him up in the depths of his mind,"

He revealed a glass orb and he showed her the scene recorded in Christoper’s mindscape. "Although it was effective the moment he came to possess Diabolus that negative energy came in contact,"

"The feeling of being abandoned... it angered him so. It had a violent effect on his existence and created this very place, the wasteland for him to rule,"