I turned into a loli and didn't want to be discovered, so I had to become an assassin.

In the 90th year of the new era, outside the new city, an underground gladiatorial arena, night.

The location here is very ambiguous, next to the black fog anomaly, below the surface.

If the horizontal plane is used as the starting point, the entrance to the underground gladiatorial arena has a vertical height of -10m, and is distributed downward in a step-like staircase.

The sides of the stairs were plastered with all kinds of graffiti, some Chinese, some English, and some messy words that I don't know what language it is.

But its overall style is unified, unified chaotic disorder, unified self-and madness.

A seemingly young man carried a bag of things towards the entrance to the underground gladiatorial arena.

The sound of the man's heel colliding with the stairs below the stairs seemed to be completely absorbed by the graffiti around him, and could not spread properly to the surroundings.

I don't know what is stuffed in the black bag, but through the bag, you can clearly feel a wet appearance, it seems that there is still some liquid that cannot be wrapped inside, and the bulging feeling seems to be about to break out of the bag at any time.

The man glanced at the two guards who stopped in front of him, took out a special diamond-shaped token from his pocket, and handed it to the guards for inspection.

The guards were dressed in suits and wore a pair of sunglasses on their faces, making it difficult to see the specific expressions of the guards.

Taking the token, the guards brought it to his cheek and lifted his sunglasses slightly, so that the token was exposed to his field of view while keeping his eyes from the man.

With a faint flow of skill, the guards handed the token to another guard, who returned the token to the man in nearly identical procedures.

The two give way and represent men who can enter.

The three of them did not communicate at all during the whole process, and the two guards did not even check the strange bag that the man was carrying, and seemed to be really not afraid of hiding something bad inside.

The man nodded and pushed the door in, and just after entering the door was a narrow passage completely filled with red lights, only for a single person to pass.

The space was so quiet that it allowed the man to hear his heart beating clearly.

This is a transitional passage, but also a suitable passage, the purpose is to prevent the internal building from directly connecting with the external entrance, whether for psychological transition, or to deal with emergencies, this space can play a certain role.

The man did not show any doubt or discomfort, and walked straight forward, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

After about 50 meters, he came to a door again and levitated his token on an electronic sensor in the doorway.

With a short "drop", the originally flashing red light turned green, and there was a clear snap contact sound at the door lock.

The man put the token back in his pocket, pressed his only remaining hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned it downward.

As the angle of rotation increases, the sound of music that was originally faintly heard inside gradually increases.

Finally, the man opened the door and pushed it in.

A wave of heat followed, and the manic crowd's shouts were earth-shattering and deafening.

The rhythmic DJ dances with the crazy flickering multicolored lights, and when you look up, you will see a huge circular gladiatorial arena.

Above the arena are five or six large screens arranged at standard angles, so that spectators sitting in the distance who cannot see the scene clearly can see what is happening in the arena.

Not only that, but in the middle of five or six large screens is a huge metal ball.

The ball is transparent, but it contains a lot of black-red unnameable liquid.

It was blood, and it was soaked with a lot of mess, such as hair, nails, or human bones, animal skulls.

Not only that, this metal ball is always in a heated state, the purpose is to prevent the blood inside from coagulating, the turbid and sometimes bubbling blood-red liquid flows wantonly in the metal ball, like the arrogance called the demon fills the human heart, looks like a pot of mixed soup.

Below the five or six large screens is the gladiatorial arena, and the surface of the boundary base of the gladiatorial arena is matched with several electronic screens, and the picture displayed inside is an unstable rhythm wave, which beats with the rhythm of the music and changes the color.

The entire gladiatorial arena looks like a combination of primitive and futuristic.

There was a strange smell in the air, which seemed to make people lose their minds when they smelled too much.

The man didn't pay much attention to what was playing on the big screen at this time, and he forcibly flicked his head to keep himself awake, skipping a crowd of people who were dressed or scantily dressed, or neat, or strange.

Even if he violently pushed the person in front of him away, the man did not seem to notice the man, but looked at the large screen above the field, shouting wildly that he did not know what type of language it was.

Of course, this is still a normal audience.

If you look down, you can even see some men and women engaged in a human, as well as those who shoot in the sky, those who roll around madly, and all kinds of drinks thrown at themselves or around...

Chaos, too chaotic, but full of a strange order.

Under the control of this order, it seems that no matter how chaotic the scene is, it is normal here, and people will not be embarrassed or confused by all kinds of messy, difficult to show their true behavior in society.

Anything can be done here, as long as you can do it, as long as you follow the order here, here, you can do anything.

Here, it is the paradise of desire, where no one will reject you, belittle you, isolate you, abandon you, and you can show what you want to show.

But again, this is also the hall of the devil, why? That's what to know next.

The man also sank here for a while, and that time made him feel endless happiness.

The horror is that behind the happy end is not reflection and comfort, but longing and madness, longing to continue this happiness, obsessed with this immersive experience that completely abandons reason.

The most powerful drug in the world is human desire, and this phrase is vividly and exquisitely reflected here.

Passing through one wall after another made up of crowds, from time to time, scantily dressed beautiful women stuck their bodies to men.

The blood-pumping soft flesh and the deadly perfume smell that no longer tempts you all the time, if you change to a newcomer, you will probably not be able to bear it.

Forcibly enduring the physical discomfort, the man finally stumbled all the way to a white door.

The originally neat suit on his body had already become messy at this time, and the exposed skin on his body also had a lot more flaming red lips at this time.

This white door is out of place with the surrounding landscape.

You can have any color here, but you can't have white.

But the fact is that white really appeared, in this place that was not white at all.

Ironically, above this white door, two words are engraved in hot gold font -

"Heaven".