Red Heart slaughtered the Sky City with blood. On a rainy night, he turned this place in the sky, which was praised by the Church as a pure land, into a hell on earth for this group of people.

Heavy rain fell for three days, but it could not wash away the blood on the island.

But he did not kill these men. Instead, he reaped their suffering in a more chilling way.

——He turned the Sky City into a court that only judged men. Every person with fixed coordinates on the Sky Island could accuse the men who had been to the island, and these men had to go to the island to be judged, sanctioned, and receive the punishment demanded by the other party.

Otherwise, something even scarier awaits you—and Hearts has plenty of ways to torture them.

Four years later, the Castle in the Sky became the Island of Judgment of Hearts. Hearts completely controlled the island, and after fiercely judging the men who had been to the island, the people on the island were arranged by Hearts to leave the island and start their new lives.

Finally, the castle in the sky became an isolated island again, with only Red Heart and the dying men who had been tried and sentenced left.

Hong Tao still did not let them go. There seemed to be an endless hatred in his heart. As long as he wanted, even if he was the only one left, he could hold a trial again and call these men to the island one by one for trial.

No man dared to defy her. Everyone privately called her the queen, a terrifying queen who would torture them and make them suffer. She was like a sword of Darkmos hanging over everyone's head, making everyone live in fear of him, not daring to act rashly, not daring to do it again, and not daring to recall what they had done in the past.

During these four years, with the help of the people on the Punishment Island, Red Heart has extended his hand from the Sky City to the Vatican. He began to try to control the development of the Vatican, strictly prohibiting any man entering the Vatican from contacting women, otherwise he would be brought to the Sky City Trial Court to be tried by him.

The Vatican was struggling to survive under the pressure of the Red Hearts. No one dared to say anything openly, but they were full of resentment in private.

"A fellow in disguise." The bishop said, taking a big sip of his wine.

After being cut off by the Red Heart four years ago, he aged terribly, with wrinkles all over his face, which made him look even more sinister. He said viciously: "You actually tried to control the Vatican."

"God will punish him severely!"

"But at least not today." Quan Zhendong looked at the bishop with sympathy. He couldn't help but say with some fear, "He let you go to the island again tonight."

The bishop began to tremble at the thought. He tried to keep calm and asked, "What other tricks can he come up with?"

Quan Zhendong reminded him quietly: "For example, like last time, I stuffed fireworks into your butt? You stayed in the hospital for two months."

The bishop was silent when he heard this. He collapsed. He suddenly stood up in the tavern and said, "I don't want to go to the island! Kill me! I don't want to see him!"

——Four years ago, he never thought that going to the island would be such a terrifying thing for him.

"Suicide is a sin." Quan Zhendong could only console him, "He won't always go that far."

As it turned out, Quan Zhendong had guessed wrong. He saw the bishop lying on the bed, dying, looking at him. The bishop's eyes were filled with tears, and he even choked up as he held his hand: "He, he locked me up with a horse in heat..."

"That thing has, has..."

The female doctor next to him pushed up her glasses and explained without any emotion: "We cut off about 40 centimeters of his intestines. In the future, he should not eat too much, as it will be more likely to cause anal prolapse and fart. I hope you will pay attention to this."

"Okay, okay." Quan Zhendong nodded blankly. He looked at the bishop lying on the bed, haggard and weeping like the women who had been violated by them. His mind was blank, with only one thought in his mind -

——We can’t let Heart go on like this.

They will all be killed by him.

The Vatican quietly established a secondary island where they held their meetings.

"We can't go on like this!" a priest said in horror, "You've all been picked out, and I'll be the next one to go to the island!"

"We can't go on like this!" a priest echoed, and he burst into tears, "He always dresses up as a woman to torture me. I can't touch women at all. I'm afraid of women!"

"Me too!"

"Me too. A woman came to me to pray. When she touched my hand, I couldn't help but scream. I'm still scared now."

"These sinful women!" A priest stood up and slammed his fist on the table. He was accused by seventeen women on the island and was tried seventeen times according to their requests. Now he couldn't even sit down. He spoke of women with deep hatred and anguish, "They are all terrible. The witches who harmed us should go to hell!"

"But..." Another priest questioned hesitantly. He was mainly afraid of Hong Tao. "I feel like they just want to fight back. Maybe after the trial, we'll be fine."

"What do you mean by an eye for an eye?" The priest standing there held his waist and shouted, "We just did what we should do to them! Why should they retaliate against us?"

The priest didn't react immediately: "What should I do?"

"Yes." The priest standing there said in a deep voice the prayer they recited every day, "Have you forgotten what our doctrine says about women?"

"They are supposed to serve us, pray for us, sleep by our beds, contribute to the creation and continuation of the human race, and relieve our desires. Otherwise, why were women created?"

The priest emphasized: "The doctrine says that women were created by us men to help us, so it is natural for us to do anything to them!"

"Of course I know all that." The priest nodded in agreement, but soon he asked hesitantly, "But the red heart..."

“It’s a man.”

"According to doctrine, shouldn't he be doing this for us? Isn't it normal for him to fight back?"

Everyone fell silent. The banner of the holy doctrine that had just been raised seemed to be torn apart in an instant.

"He has been stealing his mother's clothes since he was a child, imitating his mother's behavior, and dancing every day those dances that only women can dance." Sitting in the corner, the bishop who had just been tried was dying, and said in a gloomy tone, "He looks like a woman, speaks like a woman, and helps those arrogant women to punish us. Although he was given a man's body, his heart is no doubt that of a woman."

"He volunteered to come to the island to dance for us, and he danced so happily."

The bishop said sarcastically, "How is this different from the evil witches in the doctrine who actively seduce men?"

"Even if he is a man, so what? He himself degraded into a woman, a low-grade breed that God created to help us." The bishop slapped the wheelchair viciously, "Then we can't blame him for treating him the way we treat women."

"What right does he have to fight back? He deserves it!"

At the same time, in the castle in the sky.

Red Heart did not always stay on the island alone, and those who left the island were initially resistant to the place.

But after a long time, these people will come back to visit Hongtao who is still on the island.

The door of Hearts is always open to everyone who leaves the island.

Tonight, it rained outside the island again. Hong Tao opened the door and welcomed the people coming to the island. Looking at these people who were once familiar to him, he smiled and said, "I told you not to come over if it rains."

"I have something important to tell you today!" a girl said excitedly, and she subconsciously wanted to hold Hongtao's hand.

Hong Tao threw it away as if he had been electrocuted, but he paused the moment he did so: "...I'm sorry."

Then he turned around and hurried to the bathroom: "I'm going to the bathroom."

The girl also stared in a daze at Hong Tao's rapidly receding back.

The woman next to him said worriedly, "...Is he still unable to adapt to normal female touch?"

Hong Tao almost ran into the bathroom and quickly locked the door. He used a wire brush with almost rough force to scrub his right hand, which had just been touched by the girl, until it was covered with blood.

He supported himself on the edge of the sink with his hands and slowly looked up at himself in the mirror.

Blood dripped from the fingertips of his right hand into the sink, spreading out in circles and staining his purple eyes reflected in the water.

The man in the mirror was already eighteen years old. Although he wore a wig and put on careful makeup, his masculine features became more and more obvious as he grew older.

Adam's apple, broad shoulders and joints, and gradually taller stature. No matter how he tried to stop it, it was as if there was a terrifying man slowly growing up inside him, trying to replace the female face he was wearing and become the real him.

He felt an indescribable disgust, which was especially evident when he accidentally touched the girls.

He will realize that no matter how he tries to hide it, when he comes into contact with these girls, he will inevitably meet these girls as a man.

——Just like those beasts.

Hong Tao leaned on the wash basin, unable to control her disgust and vomiting.

As he grew older, he understood more and more what happened, what she had been through, and what kind of dance she was doing under the gaze of those men.

——He hated men more and more.

She hated the way these men stared at her, coveted her, played with her, and destroyed her.

But he actually grew up to be a man.

He hated it, was afraid, and couldn't escape it. He even wanted to tear open this shell. He looked up sex reassignment surgery more than once. He never presented himself as a man in the game, and used every possible means to disguise himself. He couldn't control the extreme disgust he felt for his gender the moment a woman approached him.

But every time he was about to go crazy, her voice would ring softly in his ears——[Even though you are a boy. 】

【But you are also very beautiful. 】

【You are the most precious. 】

The guest's smiling voice will also say - [You have a beautiful soul and dance].

Hong Tao was panting heavily. He looked at his own face in the mirror, his eyes were red, his breathing was rapid, and finally he stretched out his right hand uncontrollably and smashed the mirror.

Why should he be a man?!

When Hong Tao came out of the bathroom again, he was wearing high heels again, and looked very elegant - except for his right hand which was entangled by a bandage.

The girl looked at Hong Tao's right hand. She paused for a long time and said, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing." Hong Tao quickly changed the subject. He smiled lazily and leaned on the sofa. "Do you have any good news to share with me, an old man from Sky Island?"

The girl was immediately amused by Hong Tao's description of her. She exchanged glances with the woman and then said carefully, "That's it."

"She's getting married."

The woman also looked at Hong Tao gently, with a very hesitant look in her eyes: "I want to tell you something."

The smile on Hong Tao's face completely disappeared. He looked at them with a stunned, blank, and almost bewildered look, and repeated softly: "You...are getting married?"

He felt as if he had missed a step and was falling off the island.

"You two are together, right?" Hong Tao's hands were shaking, but he quickly calmed down and smiled again. He blinked and said, "Then I wish you all the best."

The girl and the woman were silent for a moment, then raised their heads and looked at him: "No."

After a long pause, Hong Tao finally asked hoarsely, "Why?"

"When I was on the island, I had a child named Phoebe. Her father took her away when she was born." The woman smiled bitterly. "Now his ex-wife is dead, and he needs a beautiful woman to be his next wife, so he found me."

Hong Tao said without hesitation: "I can help you kill him."

"He is an arms dealer, and his power is far beyond your imagination. I don't want you to go through this hardship for me." The woman's smile became more bitter. "And he is very strict in controlling and training his children. Daniel, his ex-wife's child, was almost tortured to death by him. If I were not Phoebe's mother in name, Phoebe would be an illegitimate child, and she would have a hard life."

"I don't want her to be the next business card, you know?"

"I can raise her." Hong Tao answered without any hesitation. He looked at the woman and almost used an eager tone to prove himself, "I can bring her to the island."

She asked softly, "And then? She will have to leave this island one day. Her father's influence is everywhere in this world, just like the Vatican. She can't stay on this island all her life."

"You are still fighting the Vatican. You no longer have the energy and ability to take on such a big problem. You will only end up in trouble."

Peach was stunned.

"I won't be able to come to the island to see you anymore." The woman looked at Hong Tao with longing and reluctance, "Take care of yourself."

She stretched out her hand to pat the shoulder of Hongtao who was sitting there quietly, but in the end she just stopped and turned away.

They left again.

Hongtao remained alone in that posture, sitting there motionless, until a man wearing a mask and a cloak, holding a black whip, knocked on the door of his island.

"Hello." The unexpected guest who came on a rainy night said with a smile, "It seems that this island has a new owner now?"

Hong Tao raised his head suddenly and stood up.

Meanwhile, Soejima.

The priests said sadly, "No, the Queen is too powerful now and is getting more and more powerful. She has even started to control the mineral resources. We can never defeat her!"

"Not necessarily." The bishop in the wheelchair snorted sinisterly and half stood up on the wheelchair, "Everyone, everyone, look here!"

"In this peaceful environment, we really cannot gain an advantage over the Queen."

"But!" The bishop's eyes were extremely vicious. "When the people are in distress and have nowhere to turn to, when they are in chaos, they will definitely come to us for protection!"

The faces of the priests changed slightly: "Bishop, you are right, but there is no suffering now..."

"If there is no suffering, then create it." The bishop smiled arrogantly. He folded his old hands, which were as white as chapped skin, in front of his lower abdomen. His eyes were as vicious as a poisonous snake. "God will send suffering to test the world, so why can't we do the same?"

"Suffering?!" A priest asked in disbelief, looking surprised, "What kind of suffering is that?"

The bishop glanced at the newspapers on the fence nearby. The headline "Water pollution caused by industrial development is increasing" caught his attention. He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "God sent a flood to cleanse the world."

"Then let's bring down water pollution."

In the castle in the sky.

"Why are you here again?" Hong Tao looked at the guest opposite her in disbelief. "Didn't you say you would never come again?"

"Because someone called me again this time." This time the guest's voice was obviously happy. Unlike last time, he came here very happily this time. "I am very happy."

"On the way back to my temple, I noticed that the island had changed. I came up to take a look and found that you had become the new owner."

The guest praised: "You have decorated this island beautifully. I can smell the smell of pain everywhere."

There were courts all over the island; there was no place that had not been used to try those men.

After hearing this, Hong Tao lowered her trembling eyes and replied modestly, "Thank you for the compliment."

"You look..." The guest paused as if he was sizing him up, "You seem to have changed quite a lot from before."

Hong Tao's fingers clenched instantly, and he asked in a tense voice: "You are more like a man, right?"

"That's not the case. I find it hard to see your appearance. Usually it's your soul that counts." The guest laughed. "Your soul seems to contain more pain than before."

"What are you suffering from?"

Hong Tao was silent for a long time. He slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I am in pain. I am not strong enough."

"I thought I could just become the master of this island, but I found that no matter where I put them in the world, those people——"

Hong Tao's eyes became fierce and angry uncontrollably. His purple eyes shone like a reflecting sword, full of murderous intent:

"——Those men are still trapping them on an island made of their own dirty desires!"

"Then do you want to continue to become stronger?" The guest seemed to have heard some interesting answer. He opened his hands slightly and asked, "Thank you for your company tonight and for sharing my rare joy. I can tell you how to become stronger."

Hong Tao's breathing quickened for a moment, and he raised his eyes and stared at the man: "What should we do?"

"No matter how powerful you are, your power alone is always weak." The guest smiled and said to him, "Go and set up a guild, go and participate in the league, and tame the members of these guilds just like the Church tamed you, so that they become your believers and work for you."

"When you have god-level faith and power, you can do anything."

Hongtao asked softly, "Including killing any men?"

"Including killing any man." The guest laughed. "Including killing me."

Hong Tao was like being hit out of his emotions by these words. He looked at the other party in disbelief and subconsciously retorted: "I won't kill you."

"I am also a man in this world. You can kill me." The guest seemed to find his answer very interesting. He put his fist on the armrest of the chair, gently resting his tilted head, and said with a smile, "I don't dislike your aggressiveness. On the contrary, I appreciate your idea very much."

"If you could really kill me, I might fall in love with you at the moment before I die."

The guest smiled and said to him, "From your attitude, I can see that you like me, right? Aren't you tempted by this proposal?"

Hong Tao's heart began to beat uncontrollably. The calmness and composure he had pretended to have after this man came to the island were completely shattered by these words, and he felt dizzy for a moment.

"I didn't..." He opened his lips palely, looking almost at a loss, "I just..."

"You don't like me?" The guest asked with a chuckle, "Then why did you let me go to the island even though you hate men so much?"

For a moment, Hong Tao's throat was unable to make any sound and his mind went completely blank.

Apart from the men on trial, he had not allowed a single man onto the island in four years.

"I won't force you to kill me, but your soul is too valuable... I'm sorry for saying something that makes you unhappy." The guest seemed a little regretful, but soon he smiled again, "But it doesn't matter. The person in this world who is most likely to kill me is about to enter the game."

"I will soon die in his hands."

The guest smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "I came here today just to share this good news with you."

"What?" Hong Tao's mind was completely at a standstill, and even his expression was blank. "Who are you going to be killed by?"

"Do you remember the child I asked you to play four years ago?" The guest said with a smile, "The child who gave him a soul is eighteen years old this year. He just called me in a lake."

"It's incredible. Although this child hasn't entered the game, his soul quality is becoming more and more exciting. If he enters the game, he will definitely grow rapidly to the point where he can kill me."

The guest was rarely emotional when he spoke, and he sighed, "It's a pity that he rejected my invitation to join the game."

Hong Tao was almost unable to think about what this person said, but when he heard the ending, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked immediately: "Then you won't be killed?"

"Of course not." The guest smiled slowly, "He will enter the game one day and kill me."

"This is his destined fate, and we are also destined to be enemies."

The guest made a humorous joke: "After all, I am the ultimate villain in his story. The day will come when he kills me."

"Why..." Hong Tao asked in a trembling voice, "Why do you have to be killed?"

The guest looked at Hong Tao, and Hong Tao felt that the other person's eyes were as if he was looking at a character in a TV show. Then the guest smiled and said, "Because this is very interesting, isn't it?"

"You look sad." The guest asked softly, "I would like to ask you to play a role for me. If it is not suitable, I will leave tonight."

"If I get killed, this will be the last time I see you."

The guest stood up and bowed slightly to say goodbye: "It's a pleasure to see you tonight."

Hong Tao raised his head suddenly, tears still welling up in his eyes. He answered forcefully, "I'm not sad. I can act!"

"Then I'll leave it to you." The customer took out a school uniform and handed it to Hong Tao, then took out a pair of contact lenses and explained softly, "He's rather cold."

Hong Tao took a deep breath, took the clothes, and went to the bathroom to change.

When he walked up to the guest in his school uniform, the guest said in an admiring tone, "I can't believe you haven't seen him before. You imitated him very well."

"Except for the eyes."

"Oh, yes, I forgot to bring you black contact lenses."

The heart of the red heart was stunned - black, isn't it silver-blue?

"But there are other differences besides the color." The guest looked thoughtfully at the way Hongtao was staring at him. "That child would not look at me like that."

"He hates me."

"You like me."

The guest smiled and said politely, as if he was talking to a character in a game: "Can you please change that loving look? This is not like that child."

Hong Tao's back trembled, he clenched his fists, took a deep breath, raised his head again, and stared at the guest on the chair.

The guest finally smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, that's the look."

“That look is killing me.”

Hong Tao seemed to realize something and spoke slowly and hoarsely: "The child I'm imitating...isn't he the same child I imitated last time?"

"Not the one from last time," the guest said with a smile, "but the one that's going to kill me this time."

"Why..." Hong Tao's voice was full of emotions. He tried his best to control himself and asked calmly, "Why did you let me imitate you and kill your child?"

"Why?" The guest looked at Hongtao with some understanding, and then answered with a little distress, "Because I really want to die, but the child doesn't want to kill me now."

"I want you, who are good at imitating, to play him first and simulate the process of killing me."

The guest raised his head and smiled: "Do you mind?"

Hong Tao could no longer remember how he saw his guests off. He stared at the heavy rain outside the island in a trance, and kept recalling their last conversation in his mind.

【Will you appear in the game? 】

【I am everywhere, and games are my avatar. 】

【Can I find you in the game? 】

[Of course.]

【How can I see you? 】

[Becoming the first in the league, I only meet the most valuable players. 】

[…Who is the player who killed you? ]

【It is me who has a soul. 】

[What is your name? ]

The guest stood at the edge of the stormy island, his poncho rustling in the wind, and laughed faintly, "What's your name?"

"You can't call me by my real name, so just call me by my code name. You can call me Spade."

Then he opened his arms and fell backwards, falling from the island in the sky and disappearing into the boundless, turbulent sea.

Hongtao stood at the edge of the island. He stood there silently, then turned back and logged into the game with a determined look.

——He wants to win, he wants to be strong enough to beat everyone, he wants to get first place!

He wants to kill...the person who killed him!

Quan Zhendong, whose face had aged a lot, looked at the young queen in the photo with complicated eyes. He shook his head, ended his recollection, turned to the two eels in the tank, and his eyes sank again.

They planned for six or seven years, and only under the pressure of the Queen did they wait until the day when the Holy See could rise again!

This rare opportunity must not be missed!

In the game, prepare the witch sorting warehouse.

Bai Liu looked at the picture on the big screen without moving, as if he had realized something.

The Witch's Heart, the most core thing in this game is related to the trial. It is either in the body of the Saint or in the body of the Saint's son. The code name of the Saint's son is the Queen of Hearts, so it is very likely the login identity of Hearts.

That is to say, the possibility of the key item of this game, [Witch's Heart], being in the player's possession is not ruled out.

After all, they also have a little witch on their side, and it sounds like she also has a witch's heart - this game might be a tower defense competition, where players compete for the witch's heart in the opposing team.

The speakers on both sides of the warehouse played music in various languages ​​in a continuous loop:

[Beware of witches, report witches, witches are the source of sinners! ]

[Once you discover a witch invasion, please report it to the Vatican immediately! Do not contact any witch privately, otherwise you will be treated as a witch's accomplice! Judge together with the witch! ]

Two Vatican security guards next to them sighed and crossed their arms while chatting:

"The east has been in turmoil lately. It seems like witches are attacking the edge of the witch contaminated area every day."

"It is said that witches have infiltrated the Church? What are they trying to do?"

"The Church is fine. It is said that many witches have infiltrated the civilian area, and many civilians have secretly helped the witches to sneak from the eastern contaminated area to the western safe area. I don't know what these civilians are thinking! The Church is the one who protects them! They actually help the witches!"

"Yes, yes. All civilian areas have recently increased patrols to prevent witches from sneaking across the border. This has increased our workload a lot."

"Let's be careful."

The two men walked past Bai Liu while discussing. At the same time, Bai Liu's ears moved and he turned his head to look in the opposite direction.

"Bai Liu..." Someone called him quietly and awkwardly, "Bai Liu, come here quickly!"

There are many tall women there, and they seem to be from more distant countries.

The voice calling Bai Liu just now came from there.

But there didn't seem to be anyone wearing men's clothes there, and it seemed that it was a local custom, so everyone wore long dance skirts with graceful curves. Bai Liu paused subtly, but still walked over there.

then……

Bai Liu raised his head and said calmly: "Pfft."

Mu Sicheng, who was wearing a tight-fitting dress and a wide skirt, was already having difficulty breathing. Bai Liu pouted like that, and he was so angry that he immediately grabbed Bai Liu's head with his rattle and dragged him aside: "What are you pooh-poohing! You pretend to be expressionless. Do you think I didn't hear you laugh? Ha!"

"You are laughing like a hammer! You are wearing women's clothes yourself!"

Bai Liu slowly turned his gaze away, not looking at Mu Sicheng's face which was covered with foundation and rubbed with bloodshot eyes, and asked calmly, "Where's Tang Erda? He should have landed at a similar place as you."

"I'm looking for him, too." Mu Sicheng was about to shake his head in annoyance, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was choked by the tight binding and almost passed out in one breath, "Fuck, this is too tight!"

"How do they move around in these clothes?"

Mu Sicheng couldn't help but look at the group of women with awe: "So amazing."

"Tang Erda is taller than me, he should be among the group of people." Mu Sicheng pointed, "Should we go find him?"

Bai Liu nodded, and they walked over together. Before they got close, they heard this group of tall women surrounding the tallest woman and exclaiming:

"Your breasts are so big! Can I touch them?"

"You have a very strong body too! It feels like it's all muscle!"

"You look so healthy and strong. Where are you going to work?"

Bai Liu saw from a distance that Tang Erda was avoiding the curious touches of the girls on his chest and back with a tense face, and pretended to be calm and serious to express his gratitude, but in fact his ears and the back of his neck were already red:

"Thank you for complimenting me... I have big breasts, but you can't touch them."

"I work out more often, so my muscles are more visible."

“I haven’t decided where to go yet.”

Seeing Tang Erda, who was hugged and kneaded by the girls and gave them a desperate look for help, the two men slowly examined Tang Erda from top to bottom, including the white lace basket hat on his head, his red cheeks, the huge skirt, and the cleavage on his upper body caused by his bra.

Mu Sicheng: “Pfft.”

Bai Liu: “Pfft.”