The torrential rain lasted for more than half an hour, until it diluted all the blood in my body, before it finally stopped, as if it knew better than to.
The sun peeked out from the clouds in the east, piercing through the tattered, paper-like clouds, making the depths of the zenith clear and bright, and then casting golden rays across the earth. At this moment, Jerusalem looked like a scene from a religious painting.
Pandora emerged from behind the blood-soaked pile of corpses, her steps labored and a slight slip. The sunlight was dazzling, and the blood droplets on the blades of grass glistened.
She stood there cautiously, then looked up, her face pale, at a person emerging from the smoke.
Andrew Lie.
He looked disheveled, completely unlike his usual self. His hair was a mess, his face was covered in soot, he had a large gash on his forehead, and several deep wounds on his shoulder with shrapnel embedded in them, clearly untreated.
“I told you you should have slept with that guy,” he said to Pandora, not at all surprised that she hadn’t died. “After all, there are no real monsters to kill in this world. They’re all man-made trash. All you have to do is entertain people. Back then, you should have listened to me and shown off your figure, which is similar to Lilith’s, to the camera. Lots of people would have liked that.”
"Maybe... if I'm in a better mood, I won't bother you anymore, but I'm sorry, I'm really annoyed right now."
Andrew thought to himself, things are getting pretty ugly because of those damn operatives.
Ever since He Yu met her, they have been unable to control Pandora. They can clearly feel helpless in the face of this rebellious girl. They can't kill her, so they can only resort to perverse punishments.
They control Jerusalem, and have always been the gods who decide life and death on the stage—hasn't that been the case for so many years? But now anyone can see that they are being forced into a state of panic, looking as pathetic as headless flies.
They have no dignity, no elegance that a deity should possess.
Greed, failure, and flaws were exposed to the world, and even though those who saw them were now dead, it still made him feel that perhaps he was never a god, but just a high-level actor who cooperated with the plot of the show. All those exaggerated, invincible claims of the past years suddenly became nonsense.
And so Andrew became a joke. He thought to himself that Beelzebub was nothing but a bunch of drunkards with no self-respect. He had no principles, so even though he had such great biotechnology from Weeks, he couldn't produce an obedient child.
He stared at the bastard across from him, his kind smile returning, and said, "Now, the bad boy needs to be punished."
Pandora turned to run, but she swayed and did not fall. Then she looked down and saw dozens of swords intertwined, completely piercing her abdomen. Some of them had even hit her spine, their sharp points exposed, looking like a row of pale spears.
She saw Andrew's expression; the two were only inches apart when the man suddenly sheathed all his guns and swords. She was jolted by the movement and fell to the ground.
Behind them, explosions suddenly erupted, making it impossible to tell whether their situation was hopeless or simply a stroke of luck. But somewhere, something must have remained peaceful and serene, like corpses or something similar.
All of this happened in just a few seconds. She suddenly realized that she had indeed planted bombs everywhere, but those things were so old-fashioned that someone had to press the detonation button for them to work. So who could have done it?
Pandora's thoughts became clearer and clearer. She had been preparing the bomb for several years. It was filled with a bunch of biochemical toxins that could send the entire Jerusalem to heaven, as well as exaggerated stuff like gaseous fuel. If she had to describe it, it was like a leech that would never stop. Pandora had exclaimed several times that it was as if it had been temporarily concocted from hell. It was so powerful that it would be no problem to blow up that bitch Lilith's castle.
Behind Andrew, a mutated creature spotted him and crawled over the mountain of corpses. It was like a huge, complex organ, dragging countless arms and legs.
Pandora lay on the ground, only now feeling the pain... She knew how painful it could be and was prepared, but when the moment actually came, the hardest thing to get through was the cold and the numbness; she felt like she couldn't feel anything at all.
But a few seconds later, she suddenly became very clear-headed and realized that this was a long-planned revenge.
Thinking of this, she laughed hysterically, her expression tinged with sadness. Long ago, when she witnessed group after group of people dying on the altar, she had thought, "Yes, everyone has experienced enough; what more can one ask for in this painful world?"
But at that moment, Pandora suddenly realized that the swamp of such methods was bottomless and endless.
Everything she suffered was because she failed to listen to Beelzebub and his men, to obediently become a substitute, or a puppet, to go to the places they arranged, and to suffer and die in the prescribed manner—perhaps because it wasn't exciting enough, they needed to add some spice, such as kissing those deformed monsters or going to bed with them.
Or you must lose everything.
She had always found it disgusting, and she thought she knew the word well enough, but at this moment, she realized just how disgusting it could be.
They had to fake smiles in front of the camera, kill what they wanted her to kill, and strike the poses they were told to strike, so that they would let her live—until Lilith appeared, or until the people she created got tired of her, or else she would be punished.
There are so many ways to torture someone; Pandora has heard this kind of thing countless times in her life.
Some say that if a freak like her came to the theater, she would not survive an hour, and Beelzebub should take her to play house. But Pandora herself knows that no matter what decision she makes, she will never compromise and is stubborn to the death.
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