The Method of Manipulating the Human Heart

The little girl could not help but open her mouth to stop the hot flow of tears from her eyes.

She opened her arms to welcome the thing that squirmed out of the corpse mountain, which was full of flowers and vitality.

Ka-cha, ka-cha, ka-cha.

The mountain of corpses squirmed continuously. The sound that came from it was creepy in reality, but it was pleasant to the ears in the dream. At least, it was a hundred times better than a crow's cry.

Layers upon layers of decaying corpses peeled off like blossoming buds, revealing the sparkling and translucent, radiant, majestic and warm...

Big-horned Rat God.

That's right, the skeleton that appeared before the little girl was formed from the bones of the girl's numerous family, friends, and neighbors. It was a skeleton statue of the Big-horned Rat God sitting cross-legged.