Pale, glassy, like crystal dolls rooted in disease and pain, resembling white bones, slowly grew out from the mirrored walls on both sides.

They crowded the narrow corridor, some tightly gripping knives, some wielding huge scissors, and some even holding terrifying large killing tools resembling chainsaws.

Turing lit the fire in the palms of their hands, raising their hand slightly to send the light source forward. Countless white bones gathered what little remaining light there was in the space, reflecting it back.

They seemed to be an endless expanse of death on a vast snow-covered mountain, stretching for thousands of kilometers, silently staring at you, as if just their silence could scare off all foolish ones who dared to look them straight in the eye.

"My dear."

"Do you still want to experience the roller coaster ride of the Red Port?"

"Returning customers can ride again for free with their ticket stub—"

Turing extinguished the fire in their palms, turning to Merka with a slight playful tone in their voice.

"Can't I get a refund...?"

Merka couldn't help but force a bitter smile.

"No, this product does not accept any form of returns or exchanges."

Upon hearing Turing's sly voice, Merka shook their head involuntarily.

Then, he turned to look at the girl still lying on the ground, tentatively asking Turing,

"Can we take her with us?"

"It's okay, we don't need her."

"aside is looking for the two of us, she'll be fine."

Turing gentlemanly bent slightly towards Merka and extended their snowy white hand, signaling Merka to hold it tightly.

"Attention, during the operation of this product, passengers are advised to keep an eye on magical vision~~"

"Otherwise, this company will not be responsible for any adverse symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, or vomiting occurring during the operation."

As Turing's words fell, a spear made of crystal material shot out from the piles of crystal skulls on both sides.

Turing immediately pulled Merka's hand into their own surging tentacles to protect them.

"Hey...!"

After a light sigh, Merka felt completely enveloped in a rolling snowball.

Severe impact waves came from left to right, from top to bottom, from front to back, from inside to outside, hitting Merka wildly from every unexpected angle.

Turing, now transformed into a sea urchin-like spiky ball, completely abandoned the elegance of killing, focusing instead on practicality.

She was like a bullet ricocheting off steel bars, shooting wildly onto the walls, floors, and ceilings, mercilessly crushing anything in her path.

Merka, trapped inside Turing's body, was like a ball of dough being kneaded and tossed around, slapped on the panel, then thrown into the air, molded by the two large hands flying in the air, and finally violently slapped on the panel again.

Mirrors on both sides of the wall continued to produce more aggressive and ferocious spikes, aiming towards Turing.

But Turing only flew faster, hit harder, and with a swipe, the originally two-meter-wide path was widened to seven to eight meters.

It seemed that aside also realized that this kind of obstruction was not very effective.

It quickly gave up generating more crystal soldiers and slowly condensed a huge crystal skull in the forefront of the road, almost filling the entire corridor.

Its skeleton was covered with spikes, like a dangerous porcupine, angrily opening its thorny armor towards Turing.

"Don't bring a knife to a gunfight!"

Turing teased lightly.

"Chimera..."

As Turing's ethereal words fell, the spiky ball transformed into a Chimera with a lion's body and two heads in an instant.

She was like a runaway train, completely out of control, screeching and fiercely charging towards the fragile entity in front of her.

Her arrival was like the slow rising of the apocalypse.