The host looked at them helplessly for a while, then gave up and started watching a movie on his phone. The remaining people started talking about the strings of code in the play scene using professional network data jargon, apparently they were quite experienced in hacking into servers.
He Yu watched them chat, feeling incredibly bored. After a while, he joined in as well.
That day, Beelzebub's play achieved an astonishingly high viewership rating, probably because it's rare to see people arguing with the Lord of the Flies when they organize a new show.
The audience was having a great time, everyone should be beaming with joy, and they even received prizes, such as firearms, spiked drinks, and half-dead mutated creatures—of course, they were a mixture of animal and some other kind of genes, and everyone happily became gluttons.
The news spread very quickly, and it must be related to Lilith, who hadn't been home for a long time—these days, if you're good-looking and powerful, you can get high viewership even if you're just taking a dump, let alone watching a fashion show.
He Yu suddenly realized that he had joined the ranks of the powerful and wealthy. His days in Jerusalem began to become boring, as all the residents wanted to come and join in the fun, meet them, the activists, and ask some really stupid questions.
He was too lazy to answer, but Beelzebub using mutated creatures as an exchange was too much to ask, so he could only lie while letting 659 have a good meal.
In fact, no matter what he answered, those forbidden creatures would take matters into their own hands and create a secondary interpretation of what they heard—most of which made He Yu sound like a madman, as if he were about to destroy the entire world.
Although he didn't consider himself mentally sound, those absurd remarks were a bit too much even for him.
He Yu could only stuff food into his mouth while complaining to Pandora. In the eyes of this group, he was a crazy man with no bottom line. If what he said got out, Eoubs would probably sentence him to death. Although some of what he said was true, it had nothing to do with him.
She gestured for him to ignore her. That's how people who are forced to stand on high places are. They'll try every means to make you stand out from the crowd, thinking they can get some kind of pleasure from you that they've never experienced before, so that seeing you will make them happy.
“Ultimately, I think this is all part of a huge theatrical performance.” Pandora thought for a moment and said, “Beelzebub loves to pull off surprise attacks, just like Lilith. We all thought she wouldn’t come back, but look… So you’re playing the role of the hero among the operatives, or the rebel? All that nonsense and conspiracy is just a game, of course, I’m just guessing.”
He Yu turned to look at the screen, which still showed endless massacres. Quillin, who appeared on the screen, was claiming that this world, like the outside world, was full of huge lies and pain, and that every outsider had the right to speak out.
The pain will never go away, and it will always be like this. Excessive alcohol will only make the wound fester and will not show any signs of healing. Therefore, it is perfectly normal to cause some damage.
He said, "You might be right."
That night, He Yu's phone rang. He hadn't slept at all, so he picked it up with a cigarette in his mouth and saw that it was Pandora calling.
These idle young girls always find a way to take over other people's sleep time as if it were their right.
He answered the call, and the first thing the other person said was, "Have you been bored lately?"
“I’m hanging up now that there’s nothing important,” He Yu said.
"No, I was just expressing our feelings. I saw your teammates today and almost didn't recognize them." Pandora paused, not waiting for the follow-up questions she was hoping for, and continued helplessly, "Okay, you're a very boring man."
“I ran into Bamke at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. He was talking to Andrei about something. Apparently, the two of them have died more than a thousand times. It seems like they made some kind of deal.”
He Yu immediately withdrew his hand from the "hang up" button.
"There's also this guy from Yingzhou. I don't know how he got involved with Weeks. He's always in the lab, and I don't know what he's tinkering with."
“This is the most useful news you’ve ever given,” he said, as if he had never told Pandora how many people in Jerusalem were destined to die, since their fate was sealed from the moment they were born of 346.
“I think so too, I’m a genius.” Pandora laughed proudly. “Now, genius has something good to share with you. Those operatives who came to Jerusalem before, although they are dead, have had their bodies kept by Andrei. I’ll send you the list, you can take a look yourself.”
He hung up the phone.
He Yu lay down on the sofa, thinking that this was a good thing to relieve his mood. It was indeed a pleasant surprise from the infighting among the powerful and wealthy. It was good that there was a rebellious scoundrel among this group.
After a while, he checked the list and found that there were not just a few people, but a total of seventeen.
Although the forbidden substances they possess are not complete, they don't care about half-cold fast food; it's like winning the lottery, there's no difference.
These people were filled with the arrogance that every operative possessed. They hadn't experienced much hardship, and before coming here, they enjoyed the benefits and wealth provided by Eoubs, as well as endless entertainment. They naturally assumed that it would just be a simple control mission.
He lay in bed, pondering the information he had received. Perhaps there was no need to rush; since he knew the location of all the corpses, he could take his time and enjoy the experience.
However, the pleasure of absorbing it isn't as strong as before. Back then, it seemed like getting revenge and dealing with everyone who offended you could solve everything, but now... this place is so boring it's suffocating.
He Yu recalled Quillin's ordeal—after these days of the drama program, even without reading his thoughts, he already had a thorough understanding of this unfortunate clerk.
He later saw him again on an electronic screen, a new theme known for its bizarre and outlandish acts, far more extreme than sacrifice, where he was caught by someone playing the role of a surgeon.
I really don't know why the theater is arresting unarmed guys. They're like specks of dust, unable to escape, with no power to resist and no right to beg for mercy. That place is not a battlefield for people like them.
Those people tied him up and tortured him for dozens of hours in a horrific manner—though the editing was fairly good, since Lilith didn't like overly gory scenes. They also broke seven of his fingers, four of his ribs, and a whole host of other injuries.
They were laughing so hard because doing this kind of thing was just for fun, it was torturous, maddening, and boring.
He Yu thought that perhaps that was why Bamke and Fujimoto Ayara secretly conspired to devise a plan that would surely destroy everyone.
And he had no reason to refuse the upcoming celebration.
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