When Ash jumped up from the bed, his first reaction was to rub his eyes continuously, wishing he could dig out his eyeballs and clean them several times.

"Ash, are you awake? Then I'll open the curtains."

Harvey's voice came from the upper bunk, and then the bay window opened. The dazzling morning light awakened the dust on the desk, and the spotless golden words echoed in the cramped and dim room.

Igula was sitting on the lower bunk opposite, flipping through the Gospel. The sunlight cut by the floral curtains fell on his pajamas in spots, looking peaceful and calm. Speaking of which, Ash remembered that the Trickster's previous Gospel was golden, almost with the word "money worship" engraved in the title. Recently, the Trickster's Gospel has begun to change. Although it is still gold and silver, the pattern style has become very similar to Ash's Gospel.

What does this mean?

This shows that Ash has better aesthetic taste, even Igula couldn't help but copy the cover of his Moments.

"Where are the pancakes?" Ash glanced at the upper bunk opposite, where the quilt and pillow were neatly folded.

"I'm going to prepare breakfast." Igula noticed that Yaxiu was looking at him thoughtfully, and he raised his eyebrows: "Can you stop looking at me like that? It feels a bit disgusting."

"No, I just looked at the beauty for a long time just now, and I feel that I have completely understood all the characteristics of the beauty." Ash made a very professional suggestion: "Igula, if your blonde hair can be left longer, then the hardware will be completely up to standard... No, it doesn't need to be left long, a slightly shorter cut should be enough... Igula, do you understand what I mean?"

Having watched Sword Lady and Witch for a full hour, Ash now sees their phantoms in everything he sees. When he overlapped their afterimages with those of the Trickster, he soon discovered that there was still room for improvement in the Trickster's appearance.

"I understand. Of course I understand. You came here to find fault and you want to trick me into having my head shaved, right?" Igula said, "Xavi, why don't you show Ash the results of your victory tonight?"

"Hmm? Ash want to see it?"

Harvey on the upper bunk handed down a box. Ash took a look at it, and then the afterimages of the Sword Lady and the Witch in his eyes instantly disappeared, and the only thing left in his mind was the scene of the densely packed cockroaches entangled with each other in the box!

Bang!

The sweet words and dagger stabbed directly into the opposite wall, and then Ash turned into a stream of light and fled to Igula in the next second. He clung to the wall like a cat with its fur standing on end, staring at the cockroach necromancer without blinking, as if he would teleport away again if the latter made any rash move.

"Are you still afraid of cockroaches?" Igula couldn't help but smile and threw the quilt beside him over.

Ash immediately pulled up the quilt to form a three-dimensional defense: "No matter what it is, as long as there are enough of them, they can scare me, even if it's poop and gold coins... Harvey, quickly use your invincible cold fire to burn them to ashes! Are you saving them for midnight snacks!?"

"First, the cold fire cannot ignite anything." The necromancer closed the cockroach box and said, "Second, your idea is right. I will use the venom to pickle them and make them into food."

"I, Igula, I'm feeling a little weak right now. Can you please notify Red Hat and report that there's a perverted necromancer here..."

"Don't be so nervous," Harvey said, with a look of surprise, "I'm not giving it to you to eat."

"Why do your words sound so much like a threat... I'm still shaking with fear and can't stop!" Ash said, "Can't you do something human?!"

"This is for Alice to eat," Harvey said, spreading his hands. "I'm going to arrange for him to become a ghoul. One of the necessary steps in the ritual is to devour scavengers. Although the best ingredients should be scarabs, bloodworms, and corpse beetles, you know the situation now, so I can only use cockroaches to make up the numbers."

Ash looked at Igula blankly. The Trickster said, "Scarabs can burrow into the human body and crawl toward the brain. Bloodworms can squeeze into blood vessels and flow into the heart. The corpse poison of corpse beetles is very strong... They are all common scavenging pets in the Blood Moon."

"Pets?" Ash was really shocked: "You...are we Blood Moon so powerful? Why don't we have cats and dogs as pets?"

"The result of the erosion and entanglement of multiple psychological tendencies such as self-destruction, admiration for disability, and pursuit of filth." Igula pushed his hair behind his ears: "In a country where everyone has mental illness, you need to lower your expectations of them."

"I've already lowered it very low, almost touching the ground!"

"If you've been a psychiatrist for a few days, you know you have to dig up the ground with a shovel until you dig out the rotten, smelly, twisted roots of plants. Only then can you see the real blood moon."

"What about you, Igula? If you had a pet, what would it be?" Ash suddenly asked.

"Hmm?" Igula was slightly startled: "Maybe... you can keep a cat?"

"Aha, as expected." Ash had an expression that said, "It's just as I expected," which made Igula feel a little confused.

"See, so it's normal for me to just collect cockroaches," Harvey sighed, "Hey, why can't cockroaches grow to the size of a palm? This size is not enough to eat."

"If they were palm-sized cockroaches, they wouldn't be enough to eat - I mean I wouldn't be enough for them." Ash suddenly realized something: "Wait, Harvey, how did you catch so many cockroaches?"

"I have a magic spirit that is used to gather scavengers. I came back from the virtual world at midnight tonight. I have nothing to do anyway, so I just collected some. This is the amount for the whole building." The necromancer said, "After all, there are still many rituals in the necromancer faction that require the consumption of scavengers."

“Then, when the cockroaches gather together,” Ash swallowed, “won’t they crawl over us—”

"No."

Igula said calmly, "I came back early tonight and watched Harvey collecting cockroaches. The cockroaches flew along the ceiling and landed in his box with a ding-ding sound. They never came near our bed."

"Right," Harvey waved his hand and said, "Don't look at me like this, I'm actually quite careful and won't let the food touch you."

“Keep watching…?” The cult leader looked at the trickster with awe.

"Self-destruction, desire for mutilation, and seeking filth." Igula closed the Gospel and smiled slightly: "Guess which of these conditions I meet?"

"It's time to have breakfast!" The sound of pancakes came from outside.

When Ash saw Harvey coming down with a cockroach box, he immediately said, "If you dare to take this box out, I will fight you to the death!"

The necromancer gave him a strange look and nodded: "As you wish."

He summoned a dark green magic spirit, which squeezed turbid purple-blue liquid from the air and dripped it into the box. He then covered it, sealed it, and stuffed it under the bed - because Harvey and Ash had bunk beds, it was actually under Ash's bed.

"The conversion needs to be connected to the ground. I originally wanted to put it on the balcony, but under the bed is also fine." Harvey shrugged.

Ash looked at the quiet box in the shadow under the bed and felt the hairs on his back stand up: "Igula, how about I exchange beds with you?"

"Not very good."

"I see your bed is pretty big, why don't we -"

"You can either squeeze in with Panji or sleep with Ananlis." Igula refused: "I'm allergic to humans."

"You weren't so pretentious when you were in prison!"

"I've got it since I know you. Reflect on yourself."

The three of them left the bedroom and what came into view was a living room of about 20 square meters. The kitchen was separated from the living room by a wall. Banji was not wearing his butler uniform, but casually put on an apron and placed six breakfasts on the folding round table. He looked like a gentle high school student in a beautiful girl game.

Liz was wearing a loose nightgown and yawning as she sat on the bench. Her long white hair was all curled up. Ash and Harvey wanted to go to the bathroom to brush their teeth, but they were driven out by Annan as soon as they entered: "The boss comes first."

The cult leader came out and saw the fraudster combing his daughter's hair, and asked curiously, "Igula, why don't you go brush your teeth?"

"I've finished my bath." Igula held Liz's shoulders to stop her from shaking. "Refusing to act with you is a simple way to improve the quality of my life."

Ash and Harvey had no choice but to go to the balcony to brush their teeth. Three meters away from them was the balcony opposite. A typical mixed-race family of five lived in the building opposite: an orc grandfather, an elf grandmother, an orc father, a siren mother, and a siren son. The siren son seemed to be reluctant to get up from bed. The orc grandfather was sitting in a rocking chair on the balcony drinking tea and reading the Gospel. When he saw Ash and Harvey, he raised his teacup slightly to greet them.

Ash and Harvey nodded in response, then took a big gulp of water, tilted their heads back and gargled, then lowered their heads and spit directly into the gutter on the balcony.

Although traveling in the virtual world is equivalent to resting, after this round of rituals, Ash did feel that he became more sober. He looked up and saw the bright sky was cut into pieces by the wires between the residential buildings. Early office workers stood on balance bikes and walked through the streets. In the distance, the chaotic and wantonly expanded residential buildings formed a jagged postmodern forest. In the distance, there were several drunken goblins lying on the street. All their clothes were stolen. Everyone walked around them and wild dogs peed on them.

The morning light is like a pouring of oil paint, painting this chaotic yet vibrant weird city. Here, advanced technology items can be seen everywhere, but at the same time there are also deformed and ugly urban scenery and chaotic public security, which looks like a toilet inlaid with gold edges.

This is the chaotic city of Phnom Penh, which has always been ranked last among all cities, ranks among the top five in the country in terms of permanent population, is known as the "noise of the gospel", and is famous for its freedom.