Beelzebub then opened the virtual map of Jerusalem, zoomed in to the maximum size, and looked up at the bloody statues he had designed and built himself.

The number of corpses at his feet is rapidly increasing—some newcomers recently tried to play the emotional card, which was basically victimhood rhetoric, but he ridiculed it harshly. After such a long period of theatrical sacrifice, no matter what the theme is now, who cares about your little ideals of revenge and your dead relatives?

He had heard Andrew Leigh, drunk, spouting grand theories, saying that religion was actually a deception of human nature—a truly irresponsible and naive statement. People need God, that's why it exists, like the atmosphere that covers the entire sky—or like "sunshine shining everywhere."

It is the essence of human nature, the inherent flaws within it. Even if human technology advances to the point where it can cure all diseases, including regeneration and resurrection technologies, it will still follow us until the day when all things return to ashes.

This is the right way to sell a commodity; no one can refuse. In this money-driven world, nothing represents power more than selling a god.

When you create those things, you always have to pay a price.

Beelzebub watched with a sense of relief as this god, on whom so much hope had been placed, fled Jerusalem, watched her grow, and added to her. What a fitting statue for hell!

In the real-time monitoring on the holographic screen, Bamke killed several people who were gathering at the laboratory. Some were from the planning team, and some were prisoners who had just escaped. He did this very decisively and without any concern.

A swift and decisive killing will alleviate the pain, but it will also prevent you from lowering your sanity and knowing when to stop in self-defense. Too much blood and entrails will only send you plummeting into the abyss. But he never cared about that.

He Yu followed the trail of blood and watched him kill without restraint, saying, "Good for you, you've finally figured it out."

Bamke turned and looked at him a few times, then said, "Yeah, we're teammates, we have to do things the same way."

He smiled at the other man again, walked up to him, and patted the "professional killer" on the shoulder. It was hard to imagine that such a bright smile could conceal such destruction.

Neither of them could take care of the other; they both wished the other would find a chance to die. Beelzebub thought that perhaps they themselves knew this… or perhaps it wasn't. Maybe it was a tacit understanding he had never been able to figure out; operatives were capable of anything, and each one was different.

He sometimes saw such things on the altar, a kind of desperate, all-or-nothing struggle that arises in dire straits and pain—but he was quite certain that He Yu did not belong to this category, although he had no evidence, his intuition was always very accurate.

Working in places like Eoubs, these people never expect to live forever; they have a unique set of standards.

Then he saw Bamke laugh too, his laughter gradually becoming manic and exaggerated.

He rarely showed such an expression; beneath the coldness and murderous intent lay another person. But you couldn't describe it as something beautiful like a dazzling diamond or starlight, because it was still shards of glass that could kill, or the reflection of a blade. There were too many traps; touching it would draw blood, followed by infection, festering wounds, and death.

But they looked so natural and relaxed, like a pair of best buddies about to get into a fight, and absolutely certain they would win.

For some reason, Beelzebub thought of a long time ago when the people in the castle, who were playing the role of the torturers, had rioted. The chaos back then seemed to have started in a similarly simple and deadly way: an operative led a group of defenseless idiots to resist something. That guy was definitely good at fighting and killing, and he seemed to be a D01. In any case, he still died in the end. That guy underestimated Jerusalem.

A gust of wind blew in through the crack in the door, and he immediately became more alert. He thought to himself that it would be a masterpiece if these two could stay together and then we forced them to do something great.

When He Yu and Bamke arrived at the location, the atmosphere was already extremely tense.

Most people were gathered there, and more were arriving one after another. There were already more than a dozen dead on the ground.

More powerful teams joined the elite lineup, and in the blink of an eye, there were already eight. More strong teams went to negotiate, some stayed, and most stood there in a daze.

Everyone has a vague idea of ​​where the line between life and death lies; death and strength do not actually coexist.

Those who were eliminated did not leave, but instead stared intently at the group preparing to take the items, and continued to discuss among themselves.

They all knew what it meant for these people to have all the mutation drugs; they would have no room to resist and would become pure victims.

Several top teams' cybersecurity specialists were trying to crack the password, while the leader and his team stood behind them, smiling and chatting, "Do we have a chance to run into the priest and his group?", "I really want to sleep with Lilith, but I doubt it," and "That woman just now looked familiar, didn't she appear at the birthday party?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "You can't take everything! That's not fair!"

"That's right, if we were to fight directly, you wouldn't be a match for so many of us!" someone shouted, saying something utterly absurd.

"Alright, alright, anyone who wants to make a move is welcome to step forward." Claude leaned against the door, looking completely indifferent.

At first, no one stepped forward, but a few minutes later, He Yu arrived.

He pushed through the crowd and stepped out, saying to the man, "Make way, everyone make way, I'm looking for someone."

What was that saying again? It felt like a beam of light piercing through the darkness. Beelzebub sat up straight. He had indeed promised Lilith to kill all these people, but he also wanted to watch the show.

At this moment, the channel's ratings soared to an astonishing height. In previous years, there had been similar curves in the drama series after each theme update, all of which were accompanied by a lot of bloodshed, conflict, and sacrifices to the three in power.

The line we see now foreshadows a bloody day of revelry.

At the feet of the gods, there exists such an absurd and lowly battlefield.

The other leaders stood quietly to the side, watching the scene with expressions of intrigue. Pandora, bound in the darkness behind them, was pale and looked like she wanted to escape, but those trapped here couldn't go anywhere.

When Claude saw that it was just He Yu and Bamke, he raised an eyebrow and gave them the gentlest smile he could muster.

The group of people behind them stared at this scene, none of them understanding what was going on.

“If you want to join, I’d love to welcome you,” Claude said, smiling warmly at them. “I’ve heard some people talk about you, Lord of the Flies’ guest. You know, I’m almost a fan of yours. It seems Jerusalem is truly a place where dreams come true.”

He Yu laughed, thinking to himself that he should first pull out that piece of dog shit's tongue and play with it, and then do a full puncture package, that would definitely be great.