06:39:52.

Bamke and Joey spent some time carving different stories in a series of sculptures—some about a hero among prisoners who used any means necessary to achieve final victory, defeat many mutated creatures, and do great things—in short, they killed many fools who had to follow the script and escaped from the castle.

Of course, the time spent dying and coming back to life in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre is more meaningful, but if too much of that kind of reincarnation is done, the soul will be completely shattered and cannot be restored, and it will not serve any preservation purpose.

However, these two were obviously much luckier than Quillin. At least they weren't captured and tortured by a group of perverts like the latter. Andrei and Bamke fought each other more than a thousand times and were almost developing feelings for each other before the priest finally passed the hot potato to Beelzebub and left them to fend for themselves.

"Uncle, you must be one of those movie protagonists." Joey was extremely excited. He had seen too many strange things that defied common sense these past few days, fulfilling the fantasies that one should have at his age. "Where should we go now? An adventure in the outside world?"

Bamke sighed. The current situation was easy to judge. Someone had begun to disrupt the balance and hoped that the whole city would become a bloodbath—they were better off watching the show and fishing in the chaos.

But that's unlikely. Someone will always come looking for trouble. Besides, the control mission isn't over yet. If it drags on any longer, Eoubs will probably just send a nuclear bomb over and send everyone to their deaths. It's not like this hasn't happened before.

As they walked out, they discussed where they should hide for the time being.

This is the most important task now: after enough people have died, we can build a safety ladder so that they can stand at the very top of the survival list.

The chaotic city should have been dangerous, but unfortunately it was just too big. The prisoners and the mutated creatures almost never encountered each other, let alone the operatives.

Along the way, they kept seeing dismembered limbs, bloodstains, broken ironware, and a bunch of red, fleshy bits, as if someone had chewed the raw meat and then found the taste unpleasant, so they ate it back up. Joey went up and took a few glances, then couldn't help but spit it out.

Bamke looked down at the several human limbs lying on the pile of stones and grass beside him. The teeth marks had turned purplish-black, but they should still be quite elastic, probably left from last night.

Someone came over to join in the fun, then ran back to where they were and continued vomiting.

"The teeth marks were left by a human, probably from a hybrid organism," he said.

Joey looked nauseous again. Kids really shouldn't go to the battlefield; they're too fragile. But then again, who isn't forced into this situation these days?

Bamke carefully examined the corpses. The scenery was nice, but upon closer inspection, corpses could be seen everywhere—given Beelzebub's lack of intention to clean up, the castle would become even more bloody in the short term.

He took out the laboratory video he had taken from the priest and watched it for a while. Most of the mutated creatures modified by Weeks looked very human, like ghosts in the dim light, and their howls were terrifying.

Then, as they were talking about things like, "That bastard probably made these things look so human just so he could sleep with people," and "There was also a poor guy with several fingers cut off who was sent to the lab," they walked through an elegant garden and then saw what happened.

Joey thought the guy looked familiar. His hair was dyed a mess, as colorful as his mother's peacock hair, and he was wearing a rather formal suit, but it didn't fit him at all, as if it had been haphazardly ripped off a dead man. The man was roughly pressing a girl down onto a rock.

That scene clearly had a strong element of coercion; she struggled desperately, her forehead was cut, blood stained most of her face, there was blood in her nose, and one of her cheeks was also broken and swollen, probably from rubbing against the ground for too long.

The man's methods of subduing the victim were highly professional. In some places, you would typically need special techniques to do this, but in the area depicted in the play, it relied on the most primal violence. Everyone here was an expert in torture, and they were tolerated and cared for by the entire world.

Joey stood there, frozen. She had been badly beaten, and she recognized herself.

The rapist looked up, saw the two of them, raised an eyebrow, then gave a relieved smile, cleared his throat, and greeted Bamke. It was as if they were some respectable, high-class people who had simply bumped into each other on their way to a banquet, and that what was happening was utterly unsavory, with nothing to hide or conceal.

What he did was like... a player passing by, who happened to run into a beautiful fictional character. He might have said a few words to her, or maybe not at all, but he just grabbed her hair, dragged her to a convenient and satisfying place, and beat her up first.

In Jerusalem, this is all too normal. Killings and outrageous acts are commonplace here; it's nothing outrageous, at most "a bit boring." As for the scene right now, the audience doesn't want to see it at all. It's much more interesting to see people killed everywhere.

Because this is a public area with cameras everywhere, connected to Beelzebub's monitoring room, and since this woman is just a character in a play, no one will care even if she dies. She won't say anything nonsense in front of the camera; it's useless anyway, no one will listen.

Lord of the Flies decides whether to release these scenes based on the needs of the plot and the types of prisoners, but most of them are simply thrown into the recycling bin and disappear without a trace.

Lilith once wanted to mold these people into heroes before they came to the outside world, but in the end they were a bunch of good-for-nothings and trash—of course, some were really lucky, but most of them had psychological problems, mainly because they had participated in sacrifices and witnessed life and death on the altar.

A group of wicked people, tortured beyond recognition, escaped and planned to inflict the same suffering on others. The horrific and desperate events were countless, but... Joey just knew this girl.

She called herself Emma, ​​supposedly a very popular celebrity name, just like all the famous actors they knew. At first, he thought the girl was pretty shameless.

While they were inside the theater, she secretly gave him a few cigarettes, saying she had picked them up from a corpse. He promised to buy her a drink if he made it out alive.

He thought to himself that perhaps they would be lucky enough to meet in a safer place, which sounded wonderful, as comforting as his mother's absurd fairy tale.

Now, her face was covered in injuries, but Joey recognized her. He was always good at separating people from the mess, just like when he first met Bamker.

The man punched Emma again, signaling her to behave, then cheerfully greeted them, "Hey there, wanna join us—"

Before he could finish speaking, Bamke walked over without a trace of emotion on his face. Before the man could even react, his head was chopped off with an axe.