Before Krause was promoted to Class C and entered the American Congress, he had discussed matters within the Eoubs with an executioner.
The young executive just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Just do your job. Don't worry about what others have killed, what pitiful guys they've messed with, or who they've ruined."
He was pouring champagne into his glass as he spoke, his eyes shining. He described it as a high-end product, something only served to welcome newcomers, the liquid even having a dazzling golden sheen, like the strange color that the world was about to be painted with in the face of the apocalypse.
“Eoubs has never belonged to us, these inhuman outcasts, and everyone understands that.” He continued, his tone unusually relaxed: “Of course we will be punished, protecting all of humanity while controlling those forbidden things, and using monsters to ravage our own people.”
"But that's the law of survival, and you can't refuse it."
At that moment, all the operatives still alive in Los Angeles witnessed the disastrous consequences.
The dissolving rays bursting forth were like lasers—spitting out from the giant beast's mouth. Krauser activated the detonation command; he had already filled the entire hall with active bombs. In an instant, flames ignited and engulfed the target.
At the moment the explosion occurred, the forbidden object outside the dome also adjusted the emitted rays to their maximum power mode.
In an instant, all that could be seen were sharp, bright spots of laser light tearing through the darkness. The absurd and erotic atmosphere was completely extinguished, and the evil spirits were exposed to the destructive blow.
But the next second, countless arms crawled out like centipedes, grabbing Krauser and slashing him across the hall.
In a flash, he saw the massive slab of the building behind him crushed, revealing the space inside—glowing like a toy box in the darkness. Around it stood three other identical halls, and three more rows below, fanned out in a pattern. Each room was enacting a distorted, nightmarish scene.
Sergio has temporarily constructed a paradise of indulgence within this amusement park.
He heard the man's excited and chaotic howls: "It's useless, it has no effect whatsoever, do you think you can kill me—"
"I am the only one who will slaughter you."
“You offered no resistance whatsoever—”
He heard the man's indistinct laughter again, like a monster that had lost its vocal organs. In the extreme, twisted hell of humanity, he had become a complete and utter demon, a vast abyss growing without end. He always fantasized about having countless stomachs, wanting to devour everything, kill countless people, possess endless sex, and experience endless death.
What the other party is best at is nothing more than violating and tormenting the poor souls who fall into the luxuriously decorated venue, and then selecting a few obedient toys to watch violent and absurd impromptu shows with them.
Klaus slammed into the wall, reaching out to grab something, only to have his palm cut by a broken silver cone. Damn it, how many luxury items are in this place? The decorations of this suburban villa area are almost like a presidential banquet!
At the same time, he saw those rays completely tear Sergio's body apart, shattering under the relentless barrage of fire, even evaporating his blood. Countless chunks of flesh, organs, and bones flew off, making it hard to imagine what he had actually killed.
The flesh and blood filling the entire field of vision dissolved rapidly, accompanied by sharp flashes of light, like a magnificent and grand fireworks display suddenly bursting forth in the darkness.
Just then, the ground shook again.
The scene was in complete chaos, but Krauser realized that this time it wasn't a bomb or anything else—the entire earth was moving outwards, and some extremely tragic screams came from deep underground.
He plummeted into the abyss, thousands of fragments crashing heavily against the walls at the top. It was hard to imagine that the foundation of this godforsaken place was so deep; the bottom was nowhere in sight... or perhaps it had been hollowed out by rays.
Just then, a force suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled Krauser onto the cushion—which had been scattered all over the hall, used by Sergio to rape people, and still had some bodily fluids on it.
252 let go, his expression like he had just pulled a bag of trash he had to throw away. He lay there somewhat dazed, looking at her face. The person stood unmoved in this chaotic vortex, but there was a strong smell of blood on her.
Finding the villa area didn't take her much effort. She arrived when Krauser used his special ability to summon the forbidden creature that could shoot rays, but before she could do anything, the group almost sank the entire area.
At this moment, countless floating screens lit up within the 252 field of vision—all displaying identical data interfaces. They would ensure that any requests He Yu made in the upcoming operations would be responded to. Furthermore, the tens of thousands of forbidden item characteristics recorded in the database, along with weapon permissions, had all been unlocked. Granting her access, the vast city of Los Angeles had become a delicate toy in her hands.
"That's amazing... I saw it, I can actually see your true face."
Sergio crawled out of the rubble, blood streaming from his nose, his face contorted with madness, and grinned as he said, "The butterfly effect... it's a fucking amazing property!"
He certainly didn't die. This madman had withstood all of Krauser's attacks and then transplanted all his injuries... to somewhere else. As for who was so unlucky—he couldn't be bothered to think about it, nor did he need to. Perhaps some innocent civilians, or stray cats and dogs. The recipients were always random; unless an anchor point was set beforehand, it was impossible to control them precisely.
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