American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 27 Ceremony
Alessa came to a cemetery in the town of Silent Hill and stopped.

Baling followed her, somewhat puzzled.

"Who are we going to commemorate?"

Alesha pointed to a tombstone, which read:

Baling, a stranger who lives here.

"I worship myself?" Baling's expression was moved.

"No. I asked you to dig it out. The ritual requires the contents inside." Alyssa said.

Since it is going to be used, I have to let my past self shine again.

Because he had buried it himself, Baling dug it out easily.

Half a minute later, a large exquisite box was dug out.

Inside the big box was the charred remains of Baling.

Carrying the big box, I returned to the hospital.

Alessa spoke out her solution.

That is to separate the good side of one's own soul, and then use the flesh and blood that is most deeply connected to the soul as seeds to differentiate into a new individual.

But in order to upload consciousness to a new individual, more materials need to be added to the body to carry power and consciousness.

The most important and crucial thing is to grasp the degree.

The new body cannot be strong, otherwise it will not be able to get out.

But it cannot be completely weak, without any strength at all, otherwise it will just be an ordinary body and unable to carry consciousness.

The principle is almost understood, and it is indeed feasible.

Everything else is left to magical rituals and dark forces.

The two of them reviewed and pondered over it repeatedly until they understood all the details.

Wuwuwu——!
The air raid sirens sounded, and we entered the other world.

And the ceremony officially began.

The big box opened, and the remaining black remains flew out and hovered in the air.

Alessa formed complex hand seals with her hands, and thick iron wires surging like waves condensed like a hospital bed.

She stared at it, and the black debris immediately broke apart and decomposed. Under the influence of the dark power, it was chopped into fine particles.

Alesha kept chanting spells in a mysterious language. The air was filled with chaos, evil, and darkness, which gradually grew and condensed into a black mist. In a moment, it enveloped the entire ward.

Baling's face was hard and he clenched his teeth. He was ready.

The hard and sharp iron wire cut through the air and pierced through Baling's head mercilessly with a whistling sound.

Then comes the heart, spine, and limbs.

Severe pain swept through the whole body, not only the body, but also the pain that touched the soul.

In extreme pain, Baling could hardly think, but he still remembered that he had to force out the good side of his soul.

"Good people and good deeds, positive energy, touching XX, helping an old lady cross the road, holding an umbrella on a rainy day, having a fever on a rainy night, a car accident..."

He began to fantasize.

Various good deeds inspired Baling's kindness. At this moment, he was not fighting alone.

He seemed to have personally experienced one good deed after another, and all kinds of non-existent experiences were superimposed on his memory. He felt that at this moment, he was the purest, truest and most kind person.

Countless whispers echoed in his ears, and he heard countless words of thanks.

In the excruciating pain of tearing, the good side of the soul finally emerged!

A translucent illusory shadow was forcibly pulled out from the soul.

The debris particles that had been waiting for a long time suddenly wrapped around the separated good side of the soul, and the two mixed into a round ball.

As the dark power poured in, the small ball slowly grew larger.

Tear!

The iron wire that runs through the body grabs clumps of golden straw and throws them into the ball.

The ashes of Silent Hill are also constantly returning, turning back into dark power, catalyzing the development of a new body.

The ceremony continues.

The small ball slowly took shape as an embryo. Baling's eyes gradually became dull, his consciousness fell into nothingness, and he entered a new blank space.

...It's dark.

It was very quiet in the Silent Hill ward.

I don’t know how many days passed.

Baling woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he felt weaker than ever before, like a newborn baby.

Do not!
It is weaker than a baby.

He looked around and saw himself lying on the ground, motionless.

Its body was so tall in the past, it was simply a giant, and next to its body, there was a white-faced stick insect, which was as big as a giant.

"What's going on?"

"Did I succeed?"

"Where's Alessa?"

Baling looked at his current body and compared it with the objects in the room. He realized that he had become smaller again.

Gaze at your original self and follow the invisible connection.

In a blink of an eye, his consciousness shifted.

despair!
A tiny scarecrow fell down.

Baling controlled himself back to his original body, and the familiar vision returned. He took a few steps forward and picked up the palm-sized incarnation of the good face.

The little scarecrow is just a Q-version version of himself, with a big head and a small body.

Holding it, Baling could feel an almost blood-connected feeling, as if it were an extension of his own limbs. With just a thought, his consciousness could follow the connection and enter his body.

He was not in a hurry to study the good incarnation.

Instead, focus on other issues.

This time, when he woke up, he found that his strength had weakened, and even his creation, the white-faced stick insect, had shrunk.

And the strangest thing is that the environment has also changed.

The most straightforward feeling is that the density of darkness in Silent Hill has decreased.

It’s the price of that ceremony!

Baling suddenly had a bad feeling. Why didn't he see Alesha when he woke up?
He walked out of the room and followed the route he remembered to room B151, the ward where Alessa's real body was.

Open the door and take a few steps forward.

The nurse in red was nowhere to be seen, and Alesha was breathing weakly on the hospital bed.

Baling pulled open the tattered curtains and saw Alesha sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed.

"Alessa...Alessa!"

Baling called her name, but there was no response for a long time.

At this point, he already understood that in that ceremony, it was Alesha who was carrying the burden.

"Alessa, you are so gentle, it turns out that you are silently paying for it."

Baling sighed deeply. If he had known the price would be so high, he would have refused.

Because he had also thought about other possibilities, such as weakening his own strength as much as possible, and changing his own structure little by little through the Book of Strange Stories to adapt to the external environment.

Although progress is very slow, it is also a possibility.

He carefully checked Aresa's vitals again and found that she was still alive, but her strength had declined greatly and it would take a long time to recover.

This decline was also partly reflected in the inner and outer worlds of Silent Hill, as the dark forces had previously drawn too heavily.

Baling stared blankly at Alesha breathing quietly on the hospital bed. He suddenly felt like a bad and deceitful person.

For a long time, Baling clasped his five fingers in front of his face, his body shaking uncontrollably with pain. Finally, he took off a white hockey mask that was only two-thirds intact.

After the mask left his body, Baling's body became even more withered and yellow, and he felt weak all over, but he still wanted to do it.

He carefully put the mask on Alesha's face and let the power of resurrection repair her damage.

Next, Baling must go to the outside world to seek more power.

It is for Alessa's speedy recovery, for the development and growth of Silent Hill, and for world peace.

(End of this chapter)