Chapter 265 Metamorphosis

"Why don't these people rebel and kill Li Lin?"

"Perhaps it's because it's inconvenient to kill him. Members of Heaven's Gospel and most residents have undergone the Blood Source of All Things surgery, and his flesh and blood remain in their bodies."

"Then can you kill him?"

"Of course I can kill him."

"I don't believe it."

He Yu laughed when he heard this. He went into the dressing room and took out the expensive suit that Yu Yu had bought for him before. He had asked Pandora to replicate it before he left. Damn it, if he had known that 252 had the ability, why would he have spent tens of thousands on a suit? Wasn't he just a complete idiot?

Ever since he was promoted to B-rank and called an "authority figure" by those people, everything he wore, everything he used in his daily life, from clothes and weapons, was designed by Eoubs's own people. For example, that website Li Lin set up outside—something called "Damn Revenge," he couldn't quite remember the name. Although he didn't know if the site still existed, there was definitely someone specifically managing it, handling hacking attacks, replying to comments, and writing fake articles to cause a stir in the media.

He had never understood what these people were after. Perhaps sometimes they weren't even curious about these so-called operatives. Yes, they knew everything Eoubs had done so far, yet they were still working together to try to create a group of idiots from hell who were truly dedicated to the future of humanity and the survival of the planet. They were so similar, yet they led such subtly different lives.

"Mr. Lin, that hat of yours is really stylish."

"You're almost hard from looking at me."

"When you wear it, you really look like a contemporary art master."

"The realist kind."

"I understand what you mean. Actually, I do have some knowledge of art."

"I didn't expect you to notice this. You're so observant."

When He Yu came out of the dressing room, he saw the three elegant people also dressed in high-end formal attire coming out of the next room.

He glanced down at his outfit again. Hmm... this was a fitted style. The designer probably wanted the customer to have a refined and approachable look, but as soon as he stepped out of the room and turned his gaze to the artists, he looked like a murderer who would hide in a dark corner, knife and fork in hand, shoving them into the eyes of his victims one after another.

Since emerging from the second fluctuation layer, He Yu has undergone a substantial change. He is no longer the person anyone initially perceived him to be, who was like a thick fog obscuring the city, distant from everyone. Now, the characteristics of the 659 Authority are increasingly mixed deep within his soul, making him more dangerous, revealing himself to them without restraint, reflecting only a bloody light in this money empire.

He followed behind the three men—they certainly saw He Yu, but didn't recognize him. After all, Pandora had deleted all the wanted posters and related information, so the group just smiled politely as a greeting—those who could appear on this airship were all high-society figures—and then headed to the banquet together.

More and more people appeared along the way, most of them having just finished a satisfying sexual encounter in the lounge—or perhaps they had just had a good time. In any case, everyone was dressed extremely formally, as if they were going to attend some national-level chamber of commerce, and it couldn't be more grand.

They soon arrived at the hall—damn, it was truly magnificent! He Yu immediately grinned. Li Lin, you're really rich. If you were the emperor of Eoubs, humanity would go bankrupt in less than a week. All the furniture in the room was made of pure gold and diamonds, and the walls were even decorated with inlaid agate, probably three agates every 10 centimeters, as luxurious as a peacock spreading its tail.

Inside the hall, there were also many top-notch female and male models, all dressed in very erotic and revealing clothing, moving around. They were specially placed here by the board of directors to ensure that the guests could use and entertain themselves to their heart's content. They had even undergone a transplant of the blood of all things—naturally, so as not to be ruined.

They all knew that these consumables were there solely to accompany the guests to bed or to engage in some special activities—anything to relieve stress. The invitation stated that this was the most restricted event of all the previous Heavenly Gospel banquets.

He Yu casually picked up a plate of grilled meat, took two bites, and exclaimed, "Damn, this is awful!"—it was practically inhumane. They spent so much money setting up the venue, how come the chef they hired was acting like he had a stroke? Maybe he got in a bad mood halfway through grilling and ended up feeding the meat his semen, right?

He put the plate back with a bitter and resentful look on his face, picked up a glass of champagne, and Pandora's voice never stopped on the communication channel—all geniuses who are proficient in network data are like this, their brains are easily distracted.

She complained to He Yu that she was trying to access the airship's access network so that she could easily view all the guests' information and camera images, as well as the airship's emergency landing equipment and gate closure authentication—these terms were so headache-inducing and obscure, but if a team didn't have this kind of role, you would be like an idiot and would die sooner or later due to a lack of information.

From the moment they started discussing how to kill, Pandora was as energetic as if she'd won the lottery, completely unlike her listless state after running errands for him. In just a few minutes, she excitedly simulated a real-world combat scenario for He Yu, meticulously calculating how long it would take her to wipe out the entire airship under full firepower—it was practically a thoughtful and useful tactical logistical support service. Pandora told him to be careful when killing, and preferably to do it elegantly, because she wanted to record it.

He Yu gave a few perfunctory replies, and then she scolded him for a long time because of this.

He wandered around the lobby with the glass of wine he'd only taken a sip of, encountering many pretty girls with ambiguous, longing glances along the way—out of politeness and for the sake of playing his role, he simply smiled and nodded, thinking, "Who would be so bored as to sleep with someone in this place?"

In Eoubs Salon, all the toys' actions are watched by a bunch of idiots who question someone's movements and even have detailed discussions about which ones are superfluous and when they should be changed.

He didn't believe anyone could engage in such an absurd activity without any pressure. Ever since he witnessed the fate of Number Three and Gikono in the second fluctuation layer, he had lost interest in all erotic descriptions in the world; they were simply...too boring.

Pandora scoffed at this—sarcastically remarking that back in Jerusalem, she hadn't paid any attention to such things. That idiot priest kept nagging her to sleep with He Yu, saying that would make things interesting. Perhaps only such a life could make you realize that everything you expect and all the rules you follow in life are hypocritical, and only living for the moment is real.

"Don't be silly, big sister."

"I don't want to fuck you."

Pandora launched into another tirade over the communication channel, clearly furious.

He Yu strolled around for about fifteen minutes amidst the laughter and chatter of the others, until someone clapped their hands. The sound was very crisp, and everyone quieted down and looked in that direction.