The main hall of the Papal Palace.

This is the main hall that only the Pope and his entourage can enter. It is heavily guarded by various guards outside, and even a mosquito cannot get in on normal days. At this time when the Pope has just been assassinated, the hall is densely packed with various agencies and guards targeting witches.

The Pope, who was under strict protection, was now curled up in his chair with fear on his face, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing so rapid that he was about to vomit.

The fear of escaping death at the hands of the Queen of Hearts was still like a sword hanging over his head. The other party stepped on his head, looked at him with indifference and hatred as if looking at an ant, lowered her head and said to him:

"What on earth gave you the confidence to say that you are my father?"

After the trial of "Witch's Heart", the Pope, who had never suffered such a close threat of death again, raised his head in a trance. Opposite him was the mirror, the mirror that stopped moving after taking a look at the red heart.

When he was about to commit suicide under Red Heart's temptation, Red Heart stopped moving as if frozen in time, and was then thrown into jail by them.

——For example, what’s even more frightening when the enemy kills you is that you don’t know why the enemy lets you go.

The Pope closed his eyes trembling in fear, but he couldn't help thinking with hope - it's okay, the prison at the bottom of the Sky City is extremely hard, and it is absolutely impossible for any man to escape from there!

But at the same time, he thought vaguely -

Why did his own child, whom he had personally judged, become so powerful, and why did he let him go?

Is it because he is his father?

If the Pope asked this question and Phoebe heard it outside the door, she might break her innocent disguise and laugh out loud because what he said was so funny.

Even if there were ten thousand poor children with scumbag fathers in this world, and in these vile revenge stories where they showed mercy to their fathers out of family affection and let them go when they wanted revenge, there would definitely not be a story with the protagonist named Red Peach in it.

——This guy is a tough guy who can lock up his adoptive father, biological father and twenty-three stallions in estrus together.

If a man dares to be too sentimental towards a beautiful woman, he will only bring about his own destruction.

The prison at the bottom of the sky city.

Hong Tao's hands and feet were hung on the rings on both sides of the prison by two thin and long white bone chains. His shoulders were pulled straight by the taut bone chains, unable to move. His long dark red hair slid from his bare neck covered with scars to the front of the knife, and blood dripped from the ends of his hair to the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

He slowly raised his head and looked at something above him, and couldn't help but reveal a lazy smile on his face.

"No wonder you told me that the prison at the bottom of Sky Island is the best prison in the world for men. I will never be able to escape. It turns out it's because of these things."

"They hid the male eels here and turned it into a prison. They are really good at it."

Above Hong Tao's head is a huge, transparent glass pool, which is filled with tens of millions of male eels that are constantly tumbling. The two sides of the glass pool are embedded in the crevices of the rock walls of the Sky Island. Hong Tao is imprisoned at the bottom of the pool. When he raises his head, he can see through the bottom of the glass the eels' twisting and entangled gray bodies, like living noodles, rolling in the boiling water of the pool.

The bone chain on his hand was not originally able to trap him, but the rings on both sides of the chain were stuck on the glass. As long as he broke it, all the male eels in the entire pool would tilt down, fall on him, drown him, and entwine and climb up his body.

Eels are omnipresent, and male eels are especially omnipresent - a monster that is said to be digested only by male intestinal fluid.

If he didn't want to swallow and digest the eel in reverse, he'd better not act rashly - the bishop who brought the hearts threatened him so fiercely, but at the same time there was fear and hesitation in the depths of his eyes.

Although he said that this was the place in the world that could hold a man, no one knew whether this place could hold Hearts. So the cardinal carefully observed Hearts' expression and found that he was not angry at all. On the contrary, he had a faint smile on his face. He sneered softly:

"You can definitely put a man in prison? Are you sure?"

The cardinal was startled for a moment, and then he saw Red turned his head and looked up at the top of the prison. His purple eyes reflected the eels twisting wildly and boiling like mad, and his tone was light and sarcastic:

"Aren't there more women imprisoned on this island?"

The cardinal didn't understand what Red Heart wanted to say, so he continued to threaten her fiercely, "Don't even think about escaping! In addition to the male eel pond, we have another layer of machinery that was naturally formed on this island. You can't escape!"

"What kind of institution?" Red Heart said with his head tilted on his arm in boredom. He looked at the Cardinal with an indescribable smile on his face. "I've lived on this island for so long, and I didn't even know there was a naturally formed institution?"

"Will you tell me?"

The cardinal quickly turned his face away, breathing heavily - just looking into that overly beautiful face and those purple eyes for less than a second, he began to tremble with fear and bewilderment. What a terrible witchcraft!

"This island was sold to the Pope by a very mysterious gentleman." He should have left after imprisoning Red Heart, but he continued to explain uncontrollably under Red Heart's questioning. The fear and obsession on his face twisted into a weird expression, and he said in a hoarse voice, "When that gentleman sold the island to the bishop, he told the Pope that this is an island that will never land, but will always float in the air, a city in the sky for everyone to look up to."

The expression on Hongtao's face gradually disappeared. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the cardinal: "And then?"

"Did he say anything else? Like why he was selling the island to the Pope?"

The cardinal shook his head: "No, we don't know the transaction process. We only know that the gentleman sold the island to the Pope."

Hong Tao stared at the other party: "He...how much did that gentleman pay when he bought the island?"

——He had always known that the island was sold by Bai Liu, but he didn't understand. He was obviously a god. The cost and expenses of taking him out for a trip were huge. He didn't look like someone who was short of money and needed to sell an island, let alone such a strange island in the sky.

Although... he himself knew that if there was no Sky Island, there would be other Sky Island to accommodate the ugly desires of these men. On this island, Bai Liu was just a seller. He didn't know what would happen later. He was just an outsider.

But during those four years, when Hong Tao learned that this island once belonged to Bai Liu, when there was a thunderstorm outside the island, Hong Tao could not help but look out the window. When the strange masked guest set foot on the island, the expectation that came from the bottom of her heart was uncontrollably mixed with something else.

…It was as if Bai Liu—the first god who took him off the island, took him to see the sea, the sky, and the guests from the human world, who opened his hands to him, smiled and agreed to all his requests, and said yes to his friend. The person who should have brought him the brightest and happiest memories was also using this territory that once belonged to him to hold his pain for more than a decade.

Hongtao couldn't help but wonder, why, why did Bai Liu want to sell the island?

Is it really just for the money?

"That gentleman did not ask for money," the cardinal replied to the red heart, "he and the pope made a deal that had nothing to do with money."

"Deal?" Hong Tao repeated the word word by word, and he raised his head slowly, "What deal?"

"That gentleman said that he came here because of the Pope's desire and wish. He came to fulfill the Pope's wish and sold the Pope an island floating in the sky where he could do anything and would not be easily discovered. Only those you allow to go to the island can go to the island." The cardinal looked at the empty eyes of the red peach for a moment, took two steps back in fear, and stuttered as he spoke, "But, but as the price of fulfilling the wish--"

"From now on, all the sufferings that the pope incurs for himself and those around him, and all the sufferings that occur on this island, must be dedicated to him."

[Are you...making a wish to God? ]

The guest smiled and looked at the 14-year-old Hong Tao: [Sure, I will fulfill all your wishes.]

【But the price is that from now on, all the pain you and the people around you suffer because of you must be sacrificed to me.】

Hong Tao blinked very slowly, and her fingers that were bound by the bone chains twitched as if they were spasmodic.

...For so long, he had been avoiding himself. Even when he met Bai Liu at the age of eighteen, he had not been able to ask this question. He knew that he was afraid of the answer.

But when the answer really came, it was no longer frightening. His emotions, brain, and even soul seemed to have become blank, a boundless blank.

First, the island was sold to his father, who exploited everyone on the island according to his own desires, causing pain. Then he was chosen, and in the process of resistance he again harmed those who had exploited him, causing pain for the second time. He was then tricked into not killing these people, and the pain of both parties was prolonged indefinitely through trial.

——A very beautiful calculation, doubling, oh no, infinitely multiplying the painful sacrifice.

From beginning to end, everything was within his expectations.

He was just a part of the game that Bai Liu, the evil god, had deliberately designed in the world.

Hongtao looked straight ahead with dilated eyes. There was a crack in the rock in front of him. Through the crack, he could vaguely see that it was raining outside the island. There was a slight sound of raindrops, which calmed all his boiling emotions, just like the night when he made a wish to Bai Liu.

[The price I have to pay to realize my wish is to sacrifice pain to you?] Hong Tao asked him softly, [Is sacrificing pain important to you? If no one sacrifices pain to you, will you cease to exist?]

[No, if I really ceased to exist because of this, I would actually feel happy about it.] The guest sighed sadly.

Hong Tao asked doubtfully: [Then why do you need me to sacrifice my pain? ]

[Because...] The guest answered him with a smile, [A soul that contains pain is interesting and beautiful.]

The guest wearing the strange mask smiled and stretched out his hand, saying to him, "Do you want to go with me to see the human world this time?"

They went to the crowded train, and on the train, the passenger smiled and said to him: "I put a bomb in that man's mirror."

Hongtao looked at the man holding the huge mirror in the carriage curiously and asked: [Why did you put a bomb in that man's mirror?]

The guest smiled and said, "Because this is the game I designed."

[Wouldn't a lot of people die if it exploded like this?] Hong Tao asked in confusion, [Why was it designed this way?]

The guest smiled and answered him:

——【Don’t you think this design is interesting? 】