Chapter 17: I Lied to You—Restoration Point Activated
"Allen, if love had an expiration date, I'd want ours to last ten thousand years."
Without hesitation, Allen leaned into the Redemption Blade, prepared to embrace death with unwavering resolve.
Seeing this, Sadako withdrew her hand, stopping the tragedy from unfolding.
"I... don't... want... you... to... die..."
Her hoarse voice struggled to form the words, each syllable painstakingly uttered.
Love is a cure for all ailments—Sadako, who had been unable to speak, now managed to form human words.
At that moment, she suddenly turned to Alessa, an icy aura radiating from her as she exerted immense pressure.
Faced with this challenge, Alessa, the overlord of Silent Hill, could not simply ignore it.
Immediately, several thorned wires lashed out.
"Die, evil spirit."
The two were fundamentally different entities.
Alessa was a vessel of demonic power, her strength derived from Hell.
Sadako was a spectral wraith, her power tracing back to the Underworld.
Of course, Hell and the Underworld were on par with each other—one was ruled by demon lords, while the other was governed by death gods.
In an instant, Sadako vanished from her spot and lunged at Alessa.
She tore at the gauze and bandages wrapped around Alessa's body.
Alessa grabbed Sadako's hair, controlling the thorned wires to lash at her.
The battle was fierce, with neither side gaining the upper hand.
"No! Allen!"
Allen clutched his chest with one hand, while the other stretched out high, as if trying to grasp Sadako from a distance—completely embodying the image of a love-stricken man drowning in agony.
Bruce and Oliver exchanged awkward glances, feeling that his performance was a bit too exaggerated, bordering on theatrical.
But soon, Allen returned to his usual carefree demeanor, leaning against the wall with one hand while casually resting the other behind his head. Striking what he believed to be a suave pose, he sighed dramatically, "Damn my devastatingly handsome face—it's causing two innocent girls to fight over me again."
"Allen, we've got the Redemption Blade. We should use the chaos to retreat now."
Bruce wanted to leave immediately; in a place like this, even his combat skills felt laughable.
"You think it's that easy? Kill them all."
Alessa's gaze brimmed with malice. She would never let anyone who set foot in Silent Hill leave alive.
Even if Allen had helped her achieve her revenge, she had never promised to let him live.
At her command, Pyramid Head, stationed at the entrance, dragged his massive blade forward.
"You guys go first—I'll handle him."
Allen shot them a meaningful glance.
Bruce and Oliver nodded at each other, not foolish enough to play heroes in this moment of crisis.
More importantly, they had already witnessed Allen's abilities—if they jumped in, they'd only be deadweight. Better to leave now and avoid distracting him.
The blade was drawn.
Allen strode right up to Pyramid Head and arrogantly declared, "Listen up, kid. I'll give you one chance—say that I'm the most impossibly, universally handsome man alive, and I'll let you go."
"…"
Pyramid Head: If I could talk, I'd have called you an idiot ages ago.
Whoosh...
The massive blade swung down, cleaving through the air with a deafening roar.
Boom!
It struck the ground, shattering it into a deep fissure.
"Pure strength but no agility? You'll never land a hit on me like that. I'll even give you three free attacks."
Allen had already dodged to the side, completely unfazed.
To him, Pyramid Head's movements were as slow as a replay in slow motion.
Meanwhile, Bruce and Oliver were stealthily making their way out of the church.
The two sprinted toward the exit of Silent Hill.
"Should we wait for Allen?" Oliver suggested.
"Slow down a bit—we'll wait at the exit for him."
Bruce noticed that the outside world had returned to reality. Concerned that they might get dragged back into the Otherworld, he felt it was best to wait near the threshold.
But before he could finish speaking, ash swirled above the church, heralding the descent of the Otherworld once more.
"Forget waiting—run!"
Bruce and Oliver sprinted wildly, abandoning all thoughts of Allen's safety. All they could do was hope he'd make it out alive.
Boom! Boom!
Pyramid Head's attacks continued to miss their mark.
Allen evaded them effortlessly, as if he had already predicted every move.
"Three strikes are up. Since you refuse to acknowledge my handsomeness, it's time for you to rest in peace."
Shing! Shing! Shing!
Finally, Allen made his move.
Dashing, slashing, evading—his attacks flowed seamlessly.
Again and again, he struck Pyramid Head's limbs in the same precise locations.
Pyramid Head looked around, unable to keep up with his opponent's speed.
But even as wounds appeared across his body, they did not cause him real harm.
After all, he wasn't human—he was an entity manifested by Alessa's will. His weaknesses were entirely different from those of living beings.
"You're more stubborn than I thought."
Allen refused to admit he had underestimated his opponent, but he still smirked. "That was just an appetizer. Now, get ready for the main course."
His eyes sharpened with seriousness.
In the next instant, his figure blurred into a shadowy streak.
The blade, enhanced by his Shadow Blade skill, flickered relentlessly around Pyramid Head.
A relentless storm of slashes poured down upon him.
As the flurry of attacks ended, Allen wiped his forehead, exhaled deeply, and spoke a single word:
"Fall."
In an instant, Pyramid Head's limbs detached, his body losing balance before collapsing to the ground.
Yes—Allen had been targeting the exact same spots on his limbs repeatedly, rendering him incapable of movement or attack.
Standing over his fallen foe, Allen declared seriously, "I'll give you one last chance—admit that I'm handsome."
Sadly, Pyramid Head remained incapable of speech.
With one final swing, his blade descended.
[Pyramid Head slain. EXP +5000]
[Level up! Rogue class now Lv120.]
[Reminder: Objective complete. You may return to your original timeline at any time.]
"Damn it, even in death, you refused to admit I'm handsome."
Allen kicked Pyramid Head's severed head in frustration, venting his annoyance.
Meanwhile, the battle on the other side was nearing its end.
Sadako had lost.
It was expected—she was merely a vengeful ghost. The fact that she had lasted this long was already impressive.
Alessa, on the other hand, was a true demon's progeny. No matter how she had been born, it didn't change the fact that she carried the blood of Samael.
Samael—one of the Seven Princes of Hell. Before his fall, he had been a high-ranking archangel, so esteemed that even Satan and Lucifer would have to drink three penalty shots if they arrived late to his feasts.
"Allen, you did well."
Allen stepped forward, taking Sadako's hand as though comforting a woman who had just gone through childbirth.
Sadako was momentarily stunned, warmth filling her heart. Overcome with an indescribable sweetness, she lowered her head and struggled to respond:
"N... Not... tired."
"Die! All of you must die!"
Jealousy twisted Alessa's face beyond recognition.
"Allen, you should go first."
Allen patted Sadako's hand reassuringly. "I won't die—don't worry about me."
Sadako didn't move, staring at him with unwavering determination—she had already decided to share his fate.
"You have to trust me."
Allen's voice carried an almost hypnotic effect, and Sadako found herself nodding in agreement.
In an instant, she teleported away.
Such an ability proved that she held a high rank among supernatural entities.
Allen turned to Alessa and spoke calmly.
"Alessa, stop this."
She paused. "Any last words?"
"You're just a child who needs love. I'm willing to stay with you—forever."
"Really?"
For a brief moment, her dark aura wavered.
"Yes," Allen said seriously.
Then, he grinned.
"Heh... I lied."
"I just restored my respawn point, you idiot!!!"
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