Under the light, the person kneeling on the floor had soft facial features, so delicate that they looked like they had been 3D printed. He Yu stared at her for a while and realized that he knew this person.

This man used to be a rich kid named Gikono. He was quite famous in the Jerusalem theater. I heard he was the most conscientious executioner in a certain class—he was an absolute softie, with a friendly smile that made you want to destroy him.

He Yu knew that his fighting style and way of handling trouble were no different from those of a newcomer.

He also remembered how he died; he died twice in total.

Back in the underground labyrinth, this idiot was ambushed by a mutated creature, and his entire arm was bitten off. He tried to create an opportunity for his companions to escape, but it was obviously useless. If those things had stayed with them, they would have tortured and killed them. If He Yu hadn't been there at the time, he and Number Three would have died. That guy couldn't bear it and left him a spear in the end.

The next time they met was at the same lavish banquet, Lilith's birthday.

He personally twisted off Gikno's head and used a string to shred the rest of the body, killing the boy instantly.

But now, this person's gender has been twisted, and he is kneeling on the ground, howling like a dog, being fucked to death.

You have seen the truth.

Those connected to forbidden objects... whether fictional or not, will eventually arrive here.

[Fluid Layer #2.]

[A meticulously prepared hell.]

This is your retribution.

"Well said, let me give you an award."

He Yu spat out blood again. Damn it, I really want to kill someone.

He realized that it might be a cyborg, or a prostitute—someone who had undergone minor cosmetic surgery to resemble certain people and provide services to idiots who wanted to.

Ahead of him, the girl who looked a lot like Gikono tried to escape, but was quickly kicked back to her original position. She was wearing a name tag around her neck, which had a metallic sheen, but the contents were not clear.

The two guests watched from the side, exchanging a few words now and then, such as the posture wasn't right, or it wasn't passionate enough, and then asking them to be wilder and crazier.

"No matter how many games you play, it's still not as fun as playing with a proper infected." One of the guests said—a familiar term, that's what Yu Yu used to call him, 659, a half-infected, which sounded like something about to die.

"When can we go to their world and have some fun? It's been so long, and most of the last batch of rebels are dead. Look at this guy, even though he's just a remnant of a forbidden object, when he was projected here after death, he was basically an empty shell. Now, if the emotions are right, he'd be willing to let him play with that close friend to death—"

It took He Yu two seconds to realize who the guy who had been having sex with Gikono in front of everyone was—Number Three, at least their faces were the same. —The two had an abnormally close relationship; the scene where he slit Number Three's throat in front of the altar was arguably the highlight of that theatrical performance. Perhaps not long after that, Gikono went mad and died completely; He Yu felt that this guy simply didn't want to live anymore.

But the hobbies of this group of people right now... are rather low-class.

“This is certainly not a cyborg, nor is it some kind of miniature plastic surgery.” A voice suddenly said from behind, “There’s no such inferior thing in the second wave layer. This is Gikono himself, and so is the third one.”

He Yu was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't turn his head. If he forced it, his head would probably split open. Another guest at the banquet was standing behind him, dressed in a formal suit, with elegant manners, but his smile was too irritating.

The two people were talking about something new called "ecological explosion." When they heard the voices, they turned around, saw them, and then laughed. Their expressions were hard to describe.

“I remember back in Jerusalem, some powerful people really liked them,” the man said slowly, his voice familiar. “I just looked around and Beelzebub and Andrei were here too, only they were hanging.”

“Actually, I can understand. Who wouldn’t like these guys? When I was little, I almost played with the projected trash as toys,” he continued.

At the same time, He Yu looked at the poor thing lying on the ground, being beaten so badly by her best friend that she could barely kneel. The person also saw him, raised her head, and whispered something, probably a plea for help, but the pronunciation was unclear, like the wail of a dying animal.

He suddenly said, "Yes, so they're all dead."

Even after death, they will be captured, exploited, and humiliated.

“That’s right, all the beings projected here died for a while,” the person behind him sighed and continued, “so this is already a very good result.”

Everything here is bright, yet it's like a huge mass of extreme darkness spreading throughout the space. The light is just a shell, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch, and everything would be over.

"At that time, these people had lost their minds, but they could still respond to sounds and touches, so that's all they could do for fun."

One of the guests got bored and went up to Gikonno and grabbed his hair. The boy tried to pull away, probably because he felt too ashamed, but his pleas were completely ignored. He was just pulled by the hair and displayed like a defective product.

"After they die, their kind will immediately rush over to call for help, such as restoring brain function and making a suitable new container. Please... this process is very laborious."

After finishing his speech, the man finally stepped forward and revealed himself in the extremely luxurious mansion. He smiled at the two guests who were having a great time, looking very warm, yet sending chills down one's spine.

"We meet again, you coward."

He still had long hair, and his appearance was so handsome that it seemed inhuman. Under the mesmerizing light, he looked like a demon bewitching all living beings.

That's 659.

The mansion was so brightly lit that it seemed as if all death would be worthwhile if it continued to shine like that.

Interrupted, Gikono crawled forward two steps on her hands and feet, unconsciously shrinking into a corner, hiding behind the grotesque specimens—as if these dead things could protect her.

She wanted to grab her clothes but didn't dare. Without thinking, Number Three took off his coat and threw it to her. The child trembled and hugged it, crying and trying to cover her body with it.

This kind of despair that seeps into your very bones would definitely make the planning team a fortune if it happened in Jerusalem.

Across from them, He Yu's eyes held only a cold, dark gaze. There was nothing else in his eyes but a pure desire to destroy everything.

"Ah...it's rare for me to come home."

659 opened his arms wide, looking as if he wanted to hug someone.

“I know you must have a lot of questions to ask. No rush. Time flows slowly here, and Joseph can’t see what’s happening. We can talk slowly.”

He Yu was laughing again, it was too rampant and unrestrained, but he couldn't control himself.

Why would he have any doubts? No, he only knew.

It doesn't matter if I have to give up my human identity at any cost; it's completely irrelevant.

All of this must be destroyed.