Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Kong, what are you doing here?"

The masked man spoke in a slightly childish female voice as he met Kong Jiu's gaze.

female?

However, Kong Jiu was not sexist; he had seen female medical students before.

In his eyes, this person's health bar was perfect, similar to that of a middle-class wealthy person, but his strength, agility, and intelligence were as high as 14, which was quite astonishing.

The masked woman met Kong Jiu's somewhat frightened and confused gaze, and slowly reached out to remove her mask.

A young and innocent face came into Kong Jiu's view.

A… child?

A tremendous shock struck Kong Jiu's heart like a heavy hammer, causing ripples to spread.

That youthful, bright, and even childlike face could not possibly be older than 15.

A child?

A ruthless executioner, a cold-blooded killer, and a skilled dismantler!

It was...a child?

Kong Jiu felt a wave of nausea from the bottom of his heart.

Overwhelmed by horror and fear, he had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.

Even though Kong Jiu believed that his so-called "humanity" had long since vanished, and even though his psychological tolerance for horrific things had long exceeded that of ordinary people.

A deep-seated fear and disgust still churned his stomach like a stormy sea.

"vomit!"

The extreme discomfort forced him to gag.

[Spiritual Vision +1]

[Congratulations, host, your Spiritual Vision has reached level three. You have gained the skill: Rational Loan]

[Your sanity can drop to negative and you can still think. But when it reaches -100, a stress test will be performed.]

Failure: Torture

Success: A Virtue

The system popped up an untimely notification, but Kong Jiu had no time to pay attention to it.

"Kong? Master Kong? What's wrong?"

Seeing Kong Jiu's hysterical dry heaving, the child looked worried and took a step closer.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come near me!"

Kong Jiu growled weakly, unaware of how ferocious and twisted his voice sounded.

The child who took off the mask stood there stunned, as if he had done something wrong.

[When rationality is too low, it falls into negative territory and turns into pressure!]

Current pressure: 23

"Who are you, and why do you call me Master Kong?"

He forced himself to sit up, trying his best to maintain the composure of an adult who hadn't been completely crushed by the shock, and stared at that childlike face.

"It's me, Tosman. Seven years ago, you brought mutton soup to Tosman and his mother at the Prophet's Church. Don't you remember?"

The child's face was sincere, and his words contained not a single lie.

Seven years ago?

Kong Jiu's pupils trembled slightly.

He's only been in this world for a little over five years. Could this child be from the same hometown?

No, it's impossible.

She mentioned the Church of the Prophets.

I have been distributing mutton soup at the Prophet Church for at most a year, and if I were to distribute it every day, I would have only started doing so half a month ago.

This timeline is absolutely untrue!

But there was no deception in the child's eyes.

Kong Jiu's mind raced, and he immediately thought of a possibility.

Subspace.

It is subspace, which distorts time.

This child named Tosman likely spent an extremely long time in this place where time and space were distorted.

Due to the uncertainty of time in the subspace, in reality, this child might have been lying in a corner of the Prophet's Church half a month ago, receiving the mutton soup that he had given as alms!

Faces flashed through Kong Jiu's mind, and suddenly, he froze.

yesterday.

Yes, just yesterday!

Yesterday afternoon, a woman came to say goodbye to me.

The woman was holding a little girl's hand and claimed that she had found a foster father willing to adopt the child and wanted to start a new family with the man.

Kong Jiu was busy collecting corpses and taking care of refugees at the time, so he didn't have much time to get entangled with the mother and daughter.

But he still said goodbye to them simply and sincerely, and watched the mother and daughter walk out of the church block and be picked up by a man.

No, no, no, no, no...

Kong Jiu's teeth began to chatter. He slowly raised his head and stared intently at the face of the child in the purple robe before him.

He reluctantly recognized the girl's face as she turned back and waved to him when they said goodbye yesterday.

The cannon, named Despair, launched a devastating attack on Kong Jiu's psychological defenses.

[Spiritual Vision +1]

Increased stress

Current pressure: 55

"Oh my god—"

With a painful groan, Kong Jiu's body went limp, he slid off the hammock, and collapsed to his knees on the ground, completely limp.

An invisible force gently lifted Kong Jiu, who was kneeling on the ground.

With blue light emanating from his eyes, Tosman used his psychic powers to help his former benefactor to his feet.

"Master Kong, what's wrong?"

She spoke in the tone of an innocent young girl, not the executioner who carried out all sorts of inhumane punishments.

Kong Jiu didn't know how to start the conversation.

How can I explain to this child that seven years have passed in the outside world?

"Did you come to this place seven years ago and never leave?"

Kong Jiu asked in an extremely weak voice.

The little girl named Tosman tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded.

"What are you doing here? Are you doing alright?"

Kong Jiu still clung to a last shred of hope, asking the question he already knew the answer to.

He refused to give up, still clinging to the hope that "this child might not be the executioner," and that humanity still existed.

"Daddy will send lots and lots of bad guys so Tosman can saw them apart, take their parts, and use them to enhance the psychic powers of the Purple Light Cult."

As Tosman spoke, he spun around, shaking the various dried parts that covered his robe, like a little girl showing off her colorful dress.

Increased stress

Current pressure: 72

Kong Jiu felt a chill run down his spine.

Yes, it was her, Tosman.

She was both a child and an executioner.

Aren't you... scared?

Kong Jiu asked in a trembling voice.

Tosman nodded, and a gleaming dagger stained with countless drops of blood flew out from under his robe.

"At first, yes. Back then, Tosman was only 5 years old and could only use his psionic powers to activate the knife his dad gave him, just slashing around randomly."

A look of joy appeared on her face, the kind of pride and joy that a little girl shows when she talks about her family.

"But Daddy patiently taught Tosman how to skin and cut out hearts, and Tosman learned very quickly!"

A crystal-clear glass dagger floated and drifted around Tosman, like a guardian spirit.

"Daddy told Tosman that outside, the Purple Light Cult is fighting to the death for the peace of the Lower City."

Those who come into this realm of sin are enemies of the Purple Light Cult! Tosman is merely a lowly Deathbringer of the Purple Light Cult!

Tosman's eyes revealed a sense of pride as he spoke.

Then, she looked at Kong Jiu with an almost admiring and longing gaze.

"Just like you, Master Kong, a death-bringing angel!"

Increased stress

Current pressure: 89

"Am I the angel of death?"

Kong Jiu wore an extremely unnatural smile.

Am I the same as her?

Perhaps they really are the same?

Perhaps, in terms of the process, Kong Jiu did not kill a single person.

But in the end, the result was indeed the same.

They announced the death of the living and took away the internal organs of the dead.

Increased stress

Current pressure: 94

"Am I, like you, an angel of death?"

Kong Jiu heard the answer he least wanted to hear from the little girl.

He was also an executioner.

No, no, let's struggle a little more, there's something else wrong.

Kong Jiu took a deep breath, trying to make his gaze more resolute.

"Tosman, if I am like you, an executioner, an angel of death, then I ask you..."

"Why am I here? Why have I come to this place of sin, to become an enemy of the Purple Light Cult?"

This question stumped Tosman.

She put away the dagger she was playing with and reverted to her old self as a little girl who had done something wrong.

"Yes... how did Master Kong end up here?"

"Rat Man".

Kong Jiu opened his mouth.

"Three rat-men took out books, chanted spells, and brought me here."

"impossible!"

Tosman was somewhat exasperated, as if Conjugal were insulting her father.

"Daddy said that the Warp Book, written in the blood of an unborn child, will only send sinners here, to this realm of sin!"

"If all we're going to do is send sinners here..."

Kong Jiu keenly sensed the wavering in Tosman's tone.

"Then what am I?"

His gaze grew increasingly sharp.

"If you are the angel of death who executes the sinners who come here, then what am I?"

"If your father lied to you, then were you truly executing a sinner?"

The three questions in succession struck at Tosman's heart.

"Impossible, impossible!"

The little girl got angry.

"Master, Father is not wrong!"

Kong Jiu smiled.

He heard it, he wanted to hear it.

He now knows who has alienated this child.

But the next moment, the little girl's eyes glowed blue, and she stared intently at him.

"Father is not wrong! The Cult Leader is not wrong!"

Tosman was clearly furious.

"In that case, Tosman must execute the aging Angel of Death and become the new Angel of Death!"

Before he could finish speaking, a surge of spiritual energy struck and entered Kong Jiu's brain.