The world outside the door is utterly absurd, filled with pointless killings and tortures. The powerful and wealthy indulge in their desires and live a life of debauchery. If anyone feels that this is not enough, all they can do is run to the bar, ask the waiter to add something extra to their drink, and then get completely drunk.

He Yu smashed the head of a drunkard who wanted to drag him to the bedroom to play Ludo. He was extremely helpless, even though the group of people were just a microcosm of this huge stage.

Well, at least adding souls is a pleasant hobby.

He stayed in the tavern for another half hour, devouring all the corpses in the warehouse before leaving satisfied. As for the forbidden items inside, they were long gone; perhaps Lilith had taken them away, who knows? He could only consider himself someone who had come for a quick meal.

Although in his experience this was not a good thing at all, there was nothing he could do about the current situation, as eating too much useless food would upset his stomach.

He Yu suddenly realized that he quite liked Jerusalem. It was prosperous and wealthy, and many people died there every day. It was also cold and bloody at its core. But wasn't Eoubs the same? No matter where you are, the world after people tear off their disguises is the real world.

The residents here always want him to talk about things outside, to make him feel warm, to express his longing for a sense of belonging, to make this city his home—basically, things like that vague, ethereal feeling.

But he wasn't interested in such things; the only things he could accurately judge in his life were despair, hatred, and pain.

Speaking of this, we have to mention Quillin. Ever since he was tortured, he's been able to chatter on and on with the theater host about all sorts of random things.

The man in the photo was called Connorson. Those two idiots were good at talking nonsense, pretending to be civilized new residents who were inspired by the wonderful things here. But He Yu knew that they had no feelings for this place, only disgust and fear in their bones.

So when someone asked him what good things had happened to him there, Quillin couldn't answer anything.

All he remembered was the cold, suffocating sensation of the chainsaws cutting his fingers, and the pain in his eyes.

From then on, Quillin thought to himself that these things wouldn't last long, and that they would die with him sooner or later.

These days, trust and friendship between people are nothing more than a costly drama, especially here, where, apart from violence and scheming, only death can last among operatives.

Before he had even finished breakfast the next day, Connorson came to visit, saying that Beelzebub was going to ask He Yu for advice as the play planner, and he even brought him the newly written script, asking for his opinion.

He felt a strange sense of unease, not at all thinking it was a good thing. All he wanted to do was kill people and increase his soul size. The mutated creatures had absorbed almost everything, and they hadn't even used that game coin yet. They probably didn't want to leave.

—By the way, Connorson mentioned Pandora and gave him the most gossipy look he'd had since they met.

“I don’t know how you know her, but this girl is top-notch,” he said. “However, she seems to have some mental issues.”

"You even know this?" He Yu glanced at him, clearly mocking him.

“Haha, after all, they are… well, the kind of people at the top of the castle, so of course we have to know a little about them.” Connorson chuckled twice and continued, “You operatives are very popular now, and when someone becomes favored to a certain extent, they need to have some connections in the elite circles. That’s the rule of survival in Jerusalem. Otherwise, anyone can slap you in the face and anyone can order you around.”

He Yu nodded perfunctorily. He was very straightforward when he talked about these kinds of things, and of course he knew that what he said was true, but he didn't care.

Because after a while, this fake city will no longer exist.

He couldn't be bothered to ask why the mentally unstable Pandora did what she did; it seemed that driven by jealousy, everything she did was justified.

Needless to say, it's enough to just provide help.

When things reach that point, everyone should step into the battle and do what should have been done long ago.

For people like them, the edge of life and death is the end of their lives.

By now, He Yu had learned quite a bit about the absurd lives of Beelzebub and his companions.

That evening, Lilith invited him to a party. He was used to such occasions and knew how to behave, how to keep a calm expression, and how to act like a local.

The banquet was very large, supposedly a secret gathering for an exclusive circle. He Yu found it hard to imagine that such a format would exist, and even 659 couldn't stand it, saying it was too bizarre.

The banquet waiters were all hybrid beings, occasionally possessing something particularly eye-catching, but only to highlight it rather than conceal it. Sometimes they would even put on some performances that were nauseating.

However, there is an unwritten rule for these kinds of banquets: you can't stare at those creatures for too long. You can only glance at them casually, like appreciating a work of art, but you must not have any other reaction. You can't touch them out of curiosity either. You have to act as if you are completely indifferent to them, because they are just normal human beings. Otherwise, the scene would be too cliché.

He Yu really didn't understand the necessity of such meaningless rules. It seemed that it was just to show that they had such rights and to make the lower classes obey their arrangements.

According to Connorson, attending such a gathering signifies that the person is slowly entering the living area of ​​Jerusalem's elites, and that he is about to transcend it. It makes so much sense, no wonder this taboo subject is controlled by Eoubs.

Not long after, he saw Lilith at a party; it was the first time he had ever met the girl. She was a haughty, beautiful young woman, and Pandora looked very much like her—they were indeed sisters.

In front of someone like this, you almost never pay special attention to her appearance. There are plenty of good-looking people out there, and looking at them for too long will only cause visual fatigue.

They possess a certain aura, a noble quality that is accustomed to giving orders and will not tolerate any protest.

So when you're around this kind of person, it's best to just keep your head down, listen to what she has to say, and nod in agreement from time to time. That's the rule.

As for Pandora, she was wearing an extremely expensive but conservative dress tonight, following behind Lilith with her eyes downcast and expressionless.

Compared to her appearance at the birthday party, she seemed to have shrunk considerably. She looked thin, aloof, and much more submissive, like a small, tightly curled-up flower bud. At a gathering of this scale, she appeared as small as a child.

When Lilith speaks to her, she politely replies, "Okay, sister."

She sat diagonally opposite He Yu, never once looking up at him, like a stranger.