Wave layer 2.

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“Like I said before, the flow of time here is different from the human world. You could even take a long vacation before going back.” 659 pushed the wheelchair, leading He Yu into the inner hall, as he spoke. “But this is a city of revelry. As long as the taboos of the outside world remain, my kind, the whole world, will go to hell with you—”

After he finished speaking, he smiled at the other person again. Although they had the same face, the smile was unusually fervent, bright, and sinister.

They continued walking until they stopped at a huge dining table, where a group of unfamiliar faces politely nodded to them, and 659 nodded in return.

Dinner was a traditional Western-style meal, with a group of elegant people of all appearances but all dressed very well. It was said that every dish was very particular, but it couldn't be said in detail, because it would lose its class if it were mentioned. He Yu thought it was ridiculous.

The group started eating, while he just watched, though he wasn't hungry.

They chatted and laughed, occasionally mentioning how precious and rare the ingredients for a particular dish were, and the bizarre cooking methods the chef used. Some of their stories sounded like fairy tales, making it hard not to suspect they were lying.

But everyone acted as if it were the way it should be.

Midway through their meal, they formally introduced themselves to 659 and He Yu for the first time. The man who spoke had a noble face and golden eyes. He was very easygoing and called them "dear fellow human beings." But as soon as he opened his mouth, it was as if a large dark cloud was pressing down on the surroundings, as if every molecule of air was under his control, making it difficult to breathe.

“I like those of my kind who know how to go home.” Someone else said, “It feels great; very few forbidden creatures are willing to come to the second fluctuation layer anymore.”

"Ah, everyone's just eager to go to the human world to see what it's all about." 659 took a sip of wine and thoughtfully handed He Yu a glass, but was called an idiot afterward. He could only say slowly, "It gets boring after a while, because you can all feel that the world over there deserves to be destroyed, but it's too much like the nature of humanity, so it can't be destroyed."

They all looked like they'd heard a joke, and I simply couldn't understand what they were thinking.

He Yu and 659 were very close to the young master from before. He could see that the man had made Jikeno kneel at his feet, like a spare storage bag. She was still wearing a size three coat. They were of similar build, so the coat fit them fairly well, though it was a bit short, barely covering her lower body.

At this moment, a gray-haired guest asked him if the technology used on Gikon and Number Three could be expanded, seemingly wanting to bring such things out of the wave layer and into the human world.

"There are too many aspects involved. After all, the projection was shattered into pieces when it arrived, so a series of reconstruction processes are needed, such as strengthening the connections of damaged neurons and improving sensitivity," the man told him.

The other person nodded, his expression clearly showing he didn't understand. He was also holding a girl in a sundress—He Yu looked at him for a while before realizing that the person looked similar to Lilith. That idiot said he would throw a few forbidden objects outside later and test them after the projection came back.

“‘Resurrection’ is a very rare technology,” another guest, who was clearly quite knowledgeable about it, joined the conversation after finishing his meal. “Theoretically speaking, with the current level of technology in the human world, it is basically impossible to do without the blueprints we provide.”

“Of course, death doesn’t cause us any loss, but for them, death always causes loss, which is really regrettable,” the third person said with a smile.

"Thanks to 659, we were able to have a lot of fun."

As he spoke, he suddenly picked up a piece of unidentified fruit and put it in Gikonno's mouth, then stuck his finger in and absentmindedly played with her tongue. Although there were a lot of dining rules here, the act of "repairing toys" was permitted.

The child simply obeyed blankly, looking very uncomfortable, but unsure of what to do.

“Take this body, for example. Her story was quite fascinating. I spent a long time trying to bring her back to life, but now I’m getting a little tired of it.” The man continued, but his movements became more forceful: “These days, you get tired of everything, humans, forbidden things, it’s all the same.”

"If we have to say what the human world can teach us, it's this: everything can have preservatives added to make toys last longer," someone else said.

"But ironically, we play with humans, and humans play with us on the other end. We're all playing each other, and it's hard to tell who's in charge. It's a joke."

This theory has garnered some support.

Just then, 659 suddenly turned to look at He Yu and said, "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat something?"

"Look at me, paralyzed like this, what can I possibly eat?"

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It's not easy for me to come home, and you want me to go back on my own? How about I get you some other dishes? Or just tell me what you want to do," the other person asked patiently.

He glanced at everyone with a cold face. The banquet was still in a harmonious atmosphere. The nobles, who were forbidden from eating, had impeccable dining etiquette and elegant and alluring manners. They didn't make a single extra sound, only continuous conversation. Those who could make any other noise were like inanimate pets.

Gikonor knelt uneasily at the feet of the guests, still trying to cover himself with his clothes. Number Three stood behind him, looking out the window, unconsciously staring at his old friend. He Yu didn't know if this was his own will left behind, or a detail customized by those who had resurrected him, but in any case, it was disgusting to look at.

"I want to kill someone."

He said that suddenly.

659 exchanged a few words with a customer next to him about something like, "That bastard has been watching me for so long and he let me go." Then he glanced at him again, clearly waiting for a reply.

He picked up his wine glass, tapped it with his knife to signal them to be quiet, and then said casually, "Fine, who do you want to kill?"

The young master seemed to know the conversation was going to turn to him, but he still said calmly, "I understand. It's these two pets that upset you, right? It's okay. If you're really unhappy, I can give them to you to play with. She'll do anything I ask her to do. If I say a word now, even if she's not too happy, she'll crawl under the table and find you some fun."

At this elaborate and luxurious dining table, He Yu turned his head and stared at him, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if a storm was about to break, filled only with endless darkness.

659 turned to look at He Yu, who was gripping the knife in his backhand, his expression calm yet manic.

So, which one should we kill?

Is it even necessary to ask?

659 nodded, then his gaze swept over all the guests at the table. It was a dark, lifeless look in his eyes, as if all light would perish and decay within them.

"Understood, then kill them all."

"After we're done killing, let's talk about serious business."