"I was wondering why you looked so familiar. You're the one who messed up Beelzebub's play, aren't you? So I thought I should buy you a drink."

He turned his head. The man was of medium height with dark brown skin—he didn't know if the idiots in Jerusalem had a habit of sunbathing. He had obviously drunk quite a bit and didn't look very sober.

Weeks stared intently at him. He Yu had received far too many unfriendly looks in his life, so he was certain he didn't like the way this person was looking at him.

“I like what you did. You know, Beelzebub doesn’t like me much, all because of that… well, the host of the banquet.” The other person continued, “I think we should have a lot to talk about, E01 operative.”

He chuckled and then licked his lips.

“Unlike those ordinary people, I didn’t notice you when you entered 346. You… are like a ferocious beast that is not easy to tame, pretending to be very docile, but there is only hostility in your eyes when you look at people.”

"At that time, I thought I must strip this animal of its fur, then tie it up, crush its limbs, and then... I could do whatever I wanted with it."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, his fingertips trembling, as if to stroke it.

He Yu made a sudden realization, nodded, and understood that this guy really was a weirdo with weird tastes. No wonder Eoubs threw him in and didn't care about him at all.

So he looked into Weeks' eyes and thought, "What you're saying is probably right. No, it really is right. I've heard this kind of truth far too many times in my life. It's really true."

At that moment, what he was thinking was: this person is actually quite attractive, while people with personality should go to hell.

The Three Corpses of Dragons, and this...

They will definitely like each other.

The other person clearly didn't realize what was happening. His slow reaction made Weeks feel like he had won for a moment, so he smiled and reached out to touch his shoulder.

He was so drunk that he felt it was fate that they could meet at the forbidden place. He Yu leaned forward slightly, got close to his ear, and said something.

Even though he was extremely drunk, those words were still like a sharp knife, full of murderous intent, instantly sobering him up.

He Yu said, "I read your mind and know what you're up to, you idiot."

He looked down and saw a hand pressed against his chest, then the prey grinned.

Because of the proximity, the sound of the internal organs exploding was like a wine bottle wrapped in cloth being crushed, but even if it was a little loud, it didn't matter, no one would notice.

Weeks staggered back two steps from the impact, several drops of blood dripping onto the ground. He seemed unsure of what had happened, then looked down and saw the large hole in his chest.

He Yu looked at him calmly, watching his expression change from pride and smugness to genuine bewilderment, as if he couldn't understand why this body had been destroyed.

That scene was truly delightful.

Then he finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood continuously. He Yu circled around him halfway, his steps slow and steady, like a predator that had successfully hunted and was now admiring its foolish trophy.

He crouched down next to Weeks, staring into his eyes as the man had imagined, and reached out to touch the wound on his chest, feeling the blood soaking his fingertips.

Killing and oxygen bring a sense of pleasure.

He looked into his eyes, which were full of disbelief, anger, and perhaps a sense of relief, before slowly fading into a blank.

He Yu stared at this deathly void, his fingertips growing cold from the warmth of the blood.

This world is fascinated by death and killing. For everyone, the only thing that intangible things can offer is a moment of peace before the cycle begins again, the suffering begins again, and everyone dies one after another.

In his not-so-long life, especially after merging with 659, he often wondered if he had gone mad—many people had emphasized this to him, including Lu Jin, Yu Yu, and all sorts of damned people he might encounter in the future.

He knew perfectly well that there were no choices, and he knew just how bad and hopeless things were... He understood what might have been better, but he just couldn't be bothered to go along with it.

An idiot once asked He Yu what he was thinking when he killed Number Three.

He said he just wanted to kill, what else could he be thinking? If he didn't kill that idiot, how would the Lord of the Flies come looking for him, and how would the subsequent plans unfold? That's asking a question he doesn't already know the answer to.

In this world, killing someone is much easier than saving someone. Sometimes it's like that; you can only find dignity in that swamp after you die.

He stood up and looked at the corpse at his feet. Weeks seemed to have a grudge against someone. Now it was over. Just a minute ago, this person was describing how he was tortured, but now he had temporarily disappeared from the world, and the scarlet, foul-smelling blood quietly spread across the floor.

This made He Yu feel great.

He turned around and found someone watching him from behind, holding two glasses of mixed drinks.

He reached out and handed himself a cup.

Do you remember me?

"Haha, what a coincidence!"

He Yu shrugged. It wasn't that he hadn't seen what the man had hidden, or those boring and unrestrained desires that were intent on destroying everything.

Of course, I didn't need to explain too much to him.

"I haven't found Number Three. Have you seen him?" Gikono asked sincerely after glancing at the corpse.

"I'm not very familiar with him either; we probably ate in the front hall."

He Yu gave him a smile, like sunlight suddenly bursting forth in a dark world.

“I see.” Jikeno paused, then suddenly asked, “Did he offend you? Why did you kill him?”

"Of course not, he just wanted to buy me a drink, but he was a bit too arrogant."

"But it doesn't matter, it was just a clone that died."

Quillin had mentioned Weeks' forbidden traits, and he naturally remembered it.

The latter nodded knowingly and agreed, saying that it was indeed an unforgivable thing.

Just like He Yu had done before, he circled the corpse once and slowly said, "Killing someone in this place is a bit troublesome. Father Andrew is a very hypocritical person and will not allow any bloodshed to occur during the banquet."

He Yu looked at him with a questioning gaze, as if to say, "You must be joking with me."

He took a breath and continued, "When I woke up, I was already in the room. Beelzebub saved me."

"Really? Then congratulations on your new life."

"Then he told me, 'You know where number three is,' so I ran over here."

"How do you want me to answer?"

Gikonno thought for a moment, then broke into an uncontrollable smile—not a happy smile, but a crazy, unnerving one.

Tell me the truth.