The whispers continued.

Just as ordinary as most things in this world.

Then he saw that scene.

—The house was filled with waiters offering special services, making it hard not to think of Jerusalem. Some were dressed in revealing clothes, while others wore proper uniforms. They were all dressed in their own style, but all were there for the guests to enjoy.

Not far ahead of them, beneath several disgusting specimens, a young man of a young age was demanding that a black-haired waiter and another person have sex in front of him, making position requests. The description was very skillful, and he even used professional terminology.

You have a little courage, but only a little.

The girl just kept shaking her head, and the other person was also backing away, looking rather unwilling.

However, they eventually gave in. A waitress wearing a retro-style white dress—revealing her collarbone and barefoot—clearly designed to project an innocent image, knelt on the ground. The other waitress hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

They look like they have intellectual disabilities.

The guest was furious and almost yelled orders for him to do this first and that. The man kneeling there was slapped several times, crawled forward a couple of steps in pain, and was then pulled back.

Another guest gathered around, and the two began to look around with great interest. They even adjusted several lights to give the area a bright, direct sunlight effect. Such absurd scenes were commonplace.

You remembered something.

You crave difference, you yearn for the power to be different.

You might even abandon all human qualities for this, but you can't bring yourself to take that step.

Because you are just a puppet.

My kind.

He Yu paused for more than ten seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter came from the heart, so cold and twisted.

He said.

"Fuck your mother."