Honkai: Husband-Chasing Crematorium

Li Mo felt no fear. Fear seemed to be an emotion he was incapable of experiencing.

He swiftly retrieved a coin imbued with anomalous rules, clutching it tightly in his hand, exposing only a portion.

This simple action provoked the swarm of bloodied heads. They surged towards him in a frenzy, colliding chaotically.

At first, they merely used their mouths to peck at his hand, desperate to seize the coin hovering mere centimeters away. When that failed, they resorted to biting and gnawing, each head a feral addict spiraling into madness.

Li Mo's hand was devoured repeatedly—flesh ripped away, consumed, and crushed between their jaws, while splintered bone fragments fell to the ground.

But Li Mo never loosened his grip. His hand regenerated rapidly, bone and flesh reforming seamlessly.

It became a grotesque stalemate. The heads devoured; his hand regenerated. A delicate equilibrium was established, sustained by the persistence of the coin's anomalous rules.

Yet the excruciating pain was unrelenting. Li Mo hadn't lost consciousness—only his ability to express emotions.

The agony of having his hand brutally eaten was no different for him than it would be for any ordinary person. The difference lay in his expressionless face, devoid of twitching or grimaces.

Two minutes passed. The anomalous rules imprinted on the coin dissipated.

The heads fell lifelessly to the ground. Silence reigned for a brief moment before all the heads turned simultaneously, their hollow eyes fixating on Li Mo's own intact head.

A single head lunged. Li Mo caught it mid-air with both hands, holding it firm. The head snapped at him incessantly, desperate to consume him if his grip faltered.

"Phew…" Li Mo exhaled slowly, steadying himself. He adjusted his facial muscles, forcing a rigid, mechanical smile.

Cradling the blood-soaked, distorted female head, he prepared to do something that defied all reason.

Regardless of age, appearance, or gender, he softly murmured to the grotesque entity in his hands:

"I love you."

The next moment, the female head exploded, scattering hundreds of flesh fragments across the floor.

The chunks of meat twitched as if trying to reconstruct themselves, but the surrounding space froze in time.

The reformation failed.

Blood splattered Li Mo's face, mingling with the eerie dullness in his eyes, giving him an otherworldly aura.

In the endless black of the night, the holy white moon hung high. Suddenly, crimson liquid gushed from the moon, devouring its purity until only red remained.

A massive blood-red eye appeared abruptly in the hallway. One. Ten. Hundred. Soon, the entire hallway, stairwell, and playground were filled with glaring crimson eyes.

Li Mo looked down and found one embedded in the skin over his heart, staring back at him.

" Absolute Time… As I suspected, you've always been here," he muttered.

Li Mo had never believed in coincidence, not even the time his neck was nearly snapped during a casual conversation with Kira.

This confirmed that Kiana could affect reality even beyond death. She was always there, invisible but present, triggered by rules that allowed her anomalous transformations to manifest in the physical world.

These rules were linked to the blood-stained pages he encountered when he first arrived at St. Freya Academy. He vividly remembered the words inscribed on them: "I love you."

Thus, the killing rule tied to Kiana was jealousy. The deeper her jealousy, the more violent the consequences.

Though he didn't fully understand why this twisted love existed, it didn't stop Li Mo from exploiting it.

His next move was clear.

"Let me harness your love, Kiana," he whispered.

In the frozen stillness of Absolute Time, Li Mo could move freely, though the heads could not. They were marked, immobilized by the rules binding them.

He picked up a genderless head, its features crushed beyond recognition.

"I love you."

Fine cracks spread across the head's surface. Li Mo tossed it to the ground, where it shattered into countless fragments on impact.

Useful indeed.

Li Mo couldn't help but admire this grotesque utility.

Thus began his shameless declarations of love:

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

One head after another exploded, painting the corridor walls with blood and gore.

The mangled remains piled chaotically along the hallway. The severed fragments seemed almost sentient, as if mocking themselves with a grim, dark humor: We've really fallen to pieces.

Luckily, no one else was there to witness this terrifying spectacle. Otherwise, they might have assumed Li Mo harbored some strange creepy fetish.

But it was no fetish—just calculated opportunism.

"That's enough for now," Li Mo decided, stopping short of destroying every head. He knew the longer these anomalies lingered in reality, the greater the risk they posed.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if Kiana's horrifying form fully manifested in his timeline. Her ability to manipulate time and the anomalous reset would make her an unstoppable threat.

If she truly arrived, Li Mo had no doubt she'd pull out his intestines and use them as jump ropes—before devouring him whole.

For now, his priority was to ensure the hallway remained clear of heads until Absolute Time ended, giving him enough leeway to complete the third day's ritual.

"To the broadcast room," he muttered, striding away from the bloody corridor.

Yet Absolute Time did not end.

The laws of time and space bent effortlessly, as though someone had casually rewritten them. Such power was forbidden, even beyond the capabilities of the Herrscher of the End.

Outside, blood-stained pages floated through the air, their surfaces damp with fresh blood.

As they settled, an unsettling message was revealed:

"Outside is dangerous… I'll hide all of you in my body—it's safe there."

"I devoured this world's god… I'll devour you… until we overlap… until you die…"

"So I can be with you… I love you…"

The fragmented text reeked of despair, hatred, and an obsessive longing.

Somewhere, Kiana's decaying form moved with purpose. Her twisted love drove her to consume every trace of Li Mo across timelines until she could bridge the gap between them.

Mechanical and unrelenting, she advanced towards the broadcast room.

Li Mo, oblivious to her presence, adjusted the equipment.

From the shadows, pallid arms reached out, attempting to embrace his neck—but failed.

Li Mo didn't belong to her timeline.

Kiana tilted her head, confusion flickering across her grotesque face. Why did her embrace fail?

She tried again.

And again.

Her hollow eyes stared at Li Mo, her pale lips parting slightly to reveal two pristine, sharp teeth.

Kiana, now a mindless puppet of twisted love, would keep trying—forever if necessary.

Each failed embrace brought her closer to consuming him, to destroy the boundaries between their timelines.

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