Chapter 245 Who are you?

New York, N27.

"We still don't know what these rebels' goals are."

"They just started the riots without any warning, and it seems there's been some infighting going on."

"Now, viewers! We can see two terrorists on Triangle Avenue... My God! Is this the kind of destructive power humans can produce?! That guy actually destroyed the helicopter! Am I seeing things?! But..."

"They smashed up the business building!"

"Wait... that seems to be the oldest building, and there are many transplant surgery lists inside."

"What a pity, I think the board will have to issue a new arrest warrant."

"Mr. Li has not yet come forward, and there is a lot of speculation about this matter on the public internet. We are thinking—"

The three of them remained silent as they stared at the report displayed on the holographic screen.

Carlos clearly sensed the change in his status compared to Merlink, not only because he was now sitting in a luxury car with specially chilled champagne, caviar, and steak beside him—but more importantly, because of Scheldt's attitude.

“I’m sorry for my harsh words to you two before, but… Kleeman doesn’t like being disturbed, especially when he’s experiencing a period of creative block.”

Carlos was at a loss for words. He glanced at Merlink—that bastard was drinking and had a "you better shut up" look on his face—and then realized it was best not to say anything.

"Since the infection spread, Mr. Kleeman has become somewhat extreme. One day, when he woke up from a dream and was invited to the Heavenly Gospel Company by that Director Li, he burned all the paintings in the exhibition."

He said he didn’t understand why anyone would go to such lengths to create an empty dream in order to accumulate power and take revenge on the whole world.

"It sounds like something out of children's literature, but that's what Mr. Li did."

“I don’t know what methods he used to persuade Kleeman in the end, but... I’m surprised you were able to wake up.”

What methods could be used? Merlink sighed and put down his wine glass.

Eoubs' hellish circle explains everything.

Explain all his actions in the Mirror of Eternal Dreams, explain his handling of the hundreds of rules established by the founder, his desire for revenge and his shadow of killing, explain any crazy things he does here, explain... everything that has evolved to this point.

The image of the savior has been shaped to this extent—having absorbed the characteristics of countless souls, the blood of all things is no longer a simple taboo—especially after Li Lin witnessed what happened on the rack—he seems to be born from hatred and death.

The stories he fabricated, his tragic experiences, his origins, his rebellion... even the countless painful memories and wrong judgments, all became part of this flesh and blood.

So regardless of whether the group below was awake or not, they clearly felt that as long as Li Lin possessed the ability to influence Eoubs' situation, he would naturally become a completely different person, just like... a permitted god-making plan.

The journey wasn't long, and they didn't even leave the N27 district. Simply put, they went from an art fair to a billiards club a few blocks away.

Led by Schert, they passed through layers of security, never expecting the place to be so heavily guarded—then the three arrived at the door of a suite on the top floor of the club.

Then, she left without saying a word.

The two remained calm, exchanged a glance, and then Carlos stepped forward and knocked on the door of the room.

Just as they expected, the people inside the room were already prepared, and less than a second after the knocking, someone opened the door.

Appearing before Carlos and Melink was a man with a very deformed appearance.

If one had to describe it, if Schulte's appearance were that of a demon in a horror movie, then this guy in front of me could be considered the ancestor of demons, a character that would shame all the vengeful spirits in hell—any ordinary person who just saw that face would feel that "if he just stood there, even the most ruthless and wicked criminals would be so frightened that they would kneel down in agony." Although he was wearing a designer suit, it obviously did nothing to conceal his true appearance.

Most importantly, he had no skin and was covered in wounds.

The bloody muscles and blood vessels were exposed like that.

With Carlos's experience and knowledge as a former mercenary, he knew at a glance that this man had suffered three fatal wounds in less than an hour: his carotid artery had been pierced by a sharp weapon and stabbed at least ten times; his tendons had been crushed by clamps; and his entire face had been inside a double-layered, closed mask covered with steel nails for some time.

"Welcome, both of you."

After opening the door, the man greeted Melink and Carlos in a very calm manner and politely stepped aside to make room for them, implying that they could go in now.

Carlos wasn't afraid at all and strode forward. Merlink stared at him for a few seconds before following closely behind. Once they were inside, the man closed the door and led the way.

The room was surprisingly large. They walked through two corridors and then straight for five minutes until they arrived at a place that resembled a living room.

On the sofa directly opposite them, a boy who looked no older than a recent kindergarten graduate sat upright, holding a bucket of popcorn, as if waiting for them.

"Welcome to Sector N27, gentlemen."

The boy's voice sounded quite young, but his tone and expression had a maturity that was completely inconsistent with his appearance and age. "I am Kleeman. I heard you wanted to see me."

His words surprised both Carlos and Melink. After a few breaths, Carlos was the first to reply, "No... are you deliberately using me for entertainment purposes?"

"Stop messing around, let Kleeman himself come out and talk to us. Kid, go play in the sand, or your dad will spank you."

He initially thought it was just a cruel joke—come on, they hadn't missed the information, Kleeman was over thirty, how could he look like that?

"well……"

Unexpectedly, the boy sighed and replied in a tone of helplessness, "Judging from your reaction... you've obviously seen my file at Eoubs, so you don't believe me."

"Isn't that obvious?" Carlos used a sophisticated word.

"Sure, you have a lot of personality, friend."

"If I may ask one more question, did the person who provided you with the information back then ever tell you that a year ago in the real world, after I was thrown into the fluctuation layer and stayed there for two months, I immediately had a new body drawn for myself, and I never changed it until I died?"