It didn't take long to walk to the 32nd main building.
The ground floor is a magnificent hall. The dome is decorated in the same elegant and expensive style as other villas. Brilliant chandeliers hang down naturally, and the walls are lit up in two rows in succession. The surrounding decorations are like treasures carved by hand, with their surfaces inlaid with exquisite agate. They gleam brilliantly under the dreamlike light.
If you fall into this place, you'll have the illusion that "Is this some kind of time travel?"
Because it's too harmonious, and too normal.
Against this backdrop of hell on earth, there was actually a symphony orchestra playing, and on both sides of the hall, men and women, dressed in fine clothes and adorned with gold and silver, were dancing, some even humming along to the rhythm, creating a scene of perfect peace and harmony.
It took Krauser a while to realize that the group was indeed still alive and hadn't encountered any coercive factors; they were probably just too high on drugs—and were currently shouting about how to take even more and have sex with even more people.
It has everything a party should have: outgoing women, heavily spiked alcohol, a custom-made stage, and even boxes and boxes of restricted drugs.
He heard another faint gasp, turned his head, and saw deep inside the wall... several arms growing out of the cracks were violating a person. At first glance, the person seemed to be cooperating, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the person was already dead.
A beautiful corpse, its pupils wide open, like the surrounding gems, but inside they were a grayish-white color.
Krauser knew how this had happened—he'd seen it many times at the annual operative gatherings held by Eoubs. It had even circulated in the Americas, but was rejected. Who knows if it was just for show or what, but the person in charge had no conscience.
After they die, their bodies remain mechanically viable for a period of time. Researchers add contraband to maintain the basic functioning of the organs, which then allows for better experiments and data collection.
Or to provide pleasure.
Then he saw more people like that.
The exterior of the hall was so radiant that one could not immediately notice the filth hidden within.
But you will eventually find out that they are right here, some still singing and dancing numbly, while others are huddled in a corner.
He continued walking inside and saw a person tied to the top of the stage, as if he had been subjected to some kind of custom-made punishment.
In addition, there were other "people" who received similar punishments and were left half-dead.
The specific details are too numerous to describe.
What a perfect match, he thought as he walked. The devil's feast needs enough dead people to create the atmosphere.
The entire hall was decorated so splendidly, yet it contained another kind of suffocating death banquet, as if it were taking place in some corner of hell, something only an extremely twisted madman could have come up with.
When Krauser walked in, the participants merely glanced at him and continued doing what they had been doing.
The music remained upbeat.
Just then, a voice suddenly spoke.
“I… had to do it. I’m sorry, but I have no other choice.”
Amidst this dazzling yet decadent revelry, the person speaking was impeccably dressed and behaved with refined manners, like a perfectly cultured aristocrat.
Seeing Krauser stop in his tracks, Sergio burst into laughter and said, "Hahaha! Idiot! Of course I was fucking faking it!"
"That was so satisfying! My dear friend... If you had come sooner, you might have been able to sleep with some top-notch girls too."
He leaned against a display wall adorned with oil paintings and artworks, surrounded by lights that created a vast and bustling starry sky effect. The light radiated outwards, creating an atmosphere of profound tranquility, as if a deity were about to be born within it.
It was so exhilarating that he felt being chased was no big deal. As for what he did... his memory was hazy. He had swallowed far too many hallucinogenic drugs. In that captivating illusion, he simply kept killing, having sex, and setting everything he saw on fire.
What could possibly be more exhilarating than this?
"Why."
Krauser couldn't understand it. He couldn't figure out what Sergio was doing all this for. Did such a desire to destroy other people's lives really bring him great pleasure?
"You could have simply used your special ability to return to Europe."
The music in the hall reached its climax, maintaining its usual classical style.
"Why?"
"Hmm... that's a great question, awesome, bro."
"I need to think about it carefully."
Sergio watched him walk towards him and said slowly, "At the point of C01, I no longer need anything to sustain my life, nor do I need sexual release, but I like... entertainment, you understand?"
The tone was like that of an immature child who insisted on eating something and would never agree to anything else.
"Since I can totally do that, why not give it a try?"
"Yes...that's it."
“I simply, from the bottom of my heart, wanted to destroy them, so I did it.”
"There are some people in this world who are like that."
Krauser burst out laughing. He was very familiar with this tone; he had heard it countless times. That was the tone the people in charge always used—"I don't need to explain too much to you because I want things to turn out the way they do. Please... can't you just be a dog and keep playing dumb?"
You'll live a long time that way, I promise.
This default rule is Eoubs' top-level declaration.
They have been at the top for a long time and are eager to bring in fresh blood to inherit these honors and bear the corresponding consequences.
They want bigger, more sensational news, more taboos, more raw meat, and more and more—death.
“Brother, you should have a clear understanding of your own identity,” Sergio continued, with an indifferent expression. “What’s there to care about? There will always be some people in this world who are trash, and others who are the ones who throw away the trash.”
The next second, Krauser activated his ability.
The entire villa stood still for a moment, resembling a skeleton that had been completely devoured. Then, violent tremors came from all directions, the rich light in the hall flickered, struggling to regain its strength, but another loud bang followed.
The foundation and load-bearing walls of the villa area collapsed instantly and began to sink deeper.
In the chaos, someone finally came to their senses, looked up, and stared blankly at the thing outside the hall.
A monster with snake-like pupils was looking into the hall through the collapsed outer wall.
From this moment on, this place will become its toy.
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