Chapter 226 Let's Go Take a Look

I am a cartoonist who is obsessed with bizarre and terrifying stories.

My name is Cher Klingman.

I draw bizarre comics day after day.

As the sun sets, the sky resembles a sea of ​​blood from hell, and I can clearly hear the agonizing groans of the dying within it.

The color of the drainage ditch in front of my house changes every day, like a flowing river of hell, shimmering with terrifying neon lights.

[The color is as red as blood, as green as pus, and as yellow as bile.]

The factory noise mingled with the echoes from underground, and the stench in the air smelled like a giant beast vomiting.

Am I... going crazy?

The two operatives stared at the bizarre and complicated poster for a long time.

Such articles are common in the Eoubs circle. They are often accompanied by certain specific actions. The scale is not very large, but the duration is not short, and the content is bizarre. The Circulation Department will naturally use this to create some fancy promotional content to give full play to the audience's imagination. Of course, the audience is only the wealthy and powerful people in the Salon and the Parliament who are always calling for someone to die.

I just didn't expect to see it in the Eternal Dreamland. The poster was projected directly from Pandora's terminal. There are obviously very few art exhibitions in New York with this as their theme. And this looks like a casual exhibition with a small investment, but you can tell that the level of gore in it will be shocking.

Carlos recalled the person in charge of Yingzhou who was particularly popular not long ago—his code name was "Human Head Balloon" or something like that. He was quite a sensation in several branches, and they spent all their time studying how terrifying his characteristics were—these people really had nothing better to do.

This speculation probably won't end until the Mirror of Eternal Dreams, since everyone still has to play the same role. They are currently acting as rebels, and they should do things that the resistance would do to show those bastards on the board of directors.

Merlink stared at the screen for a long time, then opened another control panel in the terminal—the previously loaded list of B-level personnel within the Eoubs circle.

"Ah, I was wondering why this looked so familiar. A 'great artist' from the East China branch once referenced this comic," he said.

Carlos paused for a moment, completely failing to understand what he was talking about.

Merlink could only point out a few bytes and continue explaining, "Hell's Lullaby, although there are some exits, the content that guy was talking about comes from here."

In this highlighted message, Cher Kleeman said: "My...creative comic book, which is a bit immature now. This world isn't just empty with blood and darkness. Who the hell has the original? I lost it before, so I need to polish it up."

“The rest is some technical jargon,” he said. “Pandora left coordinates at the bottom, and when I looked it up, it was a region outside the jurisdiction of Heaven’s Gospel, similar to a black zone.”

"So what are you trying to say?"

"Back then, those guys at the salon said that two B-levels died during the control mission of Heaven's Gospel, and he was one of them, but now he's come back to life."

"Wow, that's amazing."

"His characteristics are very similar to mine."

"Great, that's awesome, bro."

Carlos continued reading. The man was saying that the idiots in the salon didn't understand art at all. Although this involved sacrificing some unique features, things had to be left to the loyal dogs who did a good job. They would have the opportunity to meet some higher-ranking and powerful figures, or to shit on the heads of the lower-class people. Obviously, he was willing to do anything to avoid Eoubs' work and thought it was worth it.

Please, they are living, breathing people. Although they always talk about the future of all mankind and about completely controlling or erasing forbidden things, do you really think anyone would believe such nonsense?

Enough people have died, yet they are still not satisfied—of course, they cannot be easily satisfied; it is a power beyond your comprehension, before which laws and rules are like mere decorations.

Taboo objects certainly threaten human lives, but the groups that control them, those "great" founders, are also among the murderers.

Eoubs' core principles have long been distorted.

If I had to describe it, it felt like returning to the day the wave layer was first discovered. All the researchers looked up to see was a virtual dome made of millions of building materials, with fluorescent lights shining endlessly 24/7, shrouding them in light. But all of these things had shadows at their edges, places that were never bright enough, never illuminated. In the gutter and the hell around the corner, there was only blood and corpses.

The land they stood on was indeed littered with corpses. Whether it was the stage or the control room, anyone could clearly see those deformed and twisted monsters wandering aimlessly and hungryly in the limited space. Humans, as the superiors, stood on the dome and numbly watched them pass by like ghosts.

The article ends with a lengthy satirical passage.

One of the passages reads: "To be honest, if I ever get the chance, I'll definitely fuck the whole family of the founder of Eoubs. What a piece of shit organization! I'm wondering why humanity hasn't gone extinct yet. It's so annoying all the time."

Carlos looked at the passage with a sense of familiarity and expressed his complete agreement.

Such dissatisfaction is often expressed in Eoubs—but most of them are powerful, high-profile ace operatives, or investigators from other continents, or at the very least, veteran experts who have retired after achieving their goals, or insiders from powerful families.

Of course, they weren't exactly safe either, but some people just couldn't resist confiding in others. Sometimes Carlos wondered if many people in the institution had gone mad from drugs, completely losing their concept of death—speaking out meant certain death, and remaining silent might also lead to death, so they simply couldn't help but vent.

His memories of the Heavenly Gospel during this time also revealed that Li Lin had become part of this group, transforming into a fanatical expert in revenge. It's hard to imagine what he did in this world, having a precise plan for recruiting all the agents he deemed capable—and for how to utilize them to their fullest potential before killing them. His writings on the Bloodline of All Things for transforming all beings and increasing happiness were practically literary masterpieces—perhaps someone helped him write them, but in any case, this person had become somewhat outrageous.

Carlos turned his head and found that Melink was looking at him.

The man always maintained an air of "mystery and elegance," but now, Carlos was quite certain that he had an expression that suggested he really wanted to exchange artistic experiences.

"The coordinates aren't far from us, in zone N27, about a half-hour drive away."

He gave the contemporary artist a bright smile and said, "I get it. In that case, we should definitely go and see it."