"Destroy the plan of the Wizarding Priory, Hammond, you are a sinner in the world."

"Your Excellency, Ms. Ophelia is right. You should listen to her."

Starr followed and persuaded.

"We know that Hawkins suffered a heavy loss. But these are all necessary sacrifices. In order to defeat Chuck, these are all necessary. I hope you can understand."

Ghent spoke.

"Hammond, I know I don't have the right to say these things, but for the sake of everyone, you think about it."

Smith also followed to persuade.

"I think clearly."

Benny glanced around, took a deep breath, and nodded.

"I never knew that Smith, Ghent, Starr, and the Wizarding Priory, you can be shameless to this point."

The faces of the people named changed slightly. Benny sneered and continued

"If I knew you were so shameless, Smith, I should have driven you out of Hawkinstown!"

"And you, Ophelia, I should have killed you the first time I saw you. It would be a waste to eat so many restaurant dishes for you."

"It's better to feed the pigs!"

When the voice fell, Benny took the first shot, and a black aperture flashed past, quickly trapping everyone around him.

Hope and Bobby, who had already cultivated a tacit understanding, had already withdrawn from the scope of gravity before Benny took the shot.

"Don't interfere."

Benny raised his hand to stop Hope and Bobby who were about to do it, and waves of energy surged from the ground.

"Ophelia, let me see what makes you so arrogant!"

As soon as the voice fell, the arcane field opened, and Benny and Ophelia disappeared in front of everyone.

……………………

Washington, inside a bachelor apartment.

Grim Reaper was sitting on a chair, drinking coffee elegantly, Chuck on the side tapped an old-fashioned projector, and scenes in Hawkins Town were projected intermittently on the wall.

With Chuck's heavy shots, the picture finally stabilized.

Chak let out a sigh of relief, sat on the sofa, and drank his coffee.

"This thing is really weird. Fortunately, I'asked' the person who sold it to me how to use it, otherwise we won't be able to keep up."

In this regard, Reaper was noncommittal and did not say anything.

"Look, they are fighting."

Chuck pointed to the projection on the wall and exclaimed excitedly.

"YES! Fuck him! Fuck him!"

In the picture, Benny and Ophelia disappeared, and Chuck sat down again.

"You see, it's not that I want to touch them at all, it's the gratitude they don't understand, and they always want to do it to me."

"Seriously, I already regret creating so many species. Really, I regret it."

Chuck gestured happily, passionately and emotionally.

"They always want to do something to me when I am weak."

"I'm trying to create a new species recently. Are you interested? Seriously, I'm about to succeed."

"When this apocalypse passes, I will release new species and let them replace those who covet me."

"Come and see."

As he said, God Chuck secretly lifted the tom cloth on the side, revealing the cages one by one.

Inside the cage are all kinds of weird animals. Some of them look like crocodiles, but they have a human head, some have a tiger's body, but their limbs are human, and some have thick skin that looks like a rhino, but their lower body is human.

These weird animals look like the product of a certain mad scientist's experiment, and they are like the product of a hybrid between humans and animals.

As soon as the tarpaulin was lifted, the animals immediately yelled, squatting in the cage and calling "Dad".

Chuck re-covered the tarp, sat back on the sofa, poured himself another cup of coffee, his eyes lit up, and looked at death expectantly.

"How about it?"

Death drank the coffee and shook his head.

"Humans are the product of natural selection and the most suitable life for this world. Chuck, you are just a puppet created to deal with elves, no different from the angels, demons or werewolves or vampires you created."

"Whether it is you or the wizard who created you, you are always pursuing power, but often ignore the essence of things."

"You can never get rid of humanity."

"From this point of view, the wizards who created you are at least honest."

"Shit! Shit! SHIT!!!"

Death's words seemed to hit Chuck's sore spot, and he jumped and screamed.

"You are farting!"

"I was not created by a wizard at all!"

"I was born naturally!"

"Like them!"

"I was born naturally!"

"I am a ruler born by nature. Nature chose me and let me manage the world!"

"Shit! Shit!"

"You are all jealous of me! Covet my position! You are jealous!"

Chuck screamed, getting more and more emotional, kicking over the table on the side, the tarp fell, and the cages below were scattered all over the floor.

Some cages fell to the ground and the creatures inside ran out. They crawled to Chuck's side, held Chuck's thighs, and kept repeating "Dad" in their mouths. But Chuck stepped on a foot into mashed flesh.

Chuck vented unscrupulously, and the new species he created was immediately wiped out by him.

Putting a hybrid product of a crocodile and a human into the oven, and pressing a combination of a monkey and a human into a bathtub to drown, the whole world finally calmed down.

Along with the scorching fragrance wafting from the oven, Chuck sat back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Let's see how it will develop next. He said that he is not a wizard. It is really interesting. He is not a wizard. Is he an elf?"

Chuck smiled, as if it wasn't him who had just gone mad.

The Grim Reaper sat in a chair from beginning to end, watching Chuck's performance quietly.

"These creatures you created don't even have souls. They are too far away from human beings."

Seeing Chuck stabilized, the **** of death reached out and grabbed the giant sickle and waved it, his face calmly said.

"I know!"

Chuck's blue veins throbbed on his forehead and growled

"I know!"

"Soul! Of course! Soul!"

"God! Grind more precious things! Soul!"

"Why can't I create a soul!"

"I understand every fluctuation of the soul! Why can't I create a soul!"

"They are all failures! They are all failures!"

"Why can't I create a soul!"

Chuck took out the creature cooked in the oven, biting it, and staring at death with red eyes.

"why!"

"Why they can, I can't!"

Reaper shook his head, accustomed to the crazy Chuck.

"Because you have no soul at all, Chuck."

"If you have a soul, you will not fall into weakness, and there will be no apocalypse."

"Your power, your witchcraft, everything you have comes from devouring other souls."

"Chuck, when the soul passes through you and becomes pure again, the emotions they once accumulated are stagnant in you."

"You have no soul, Chuck."