Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Purple Light Church.

Bishop Farah stood high on the steps, the door behind him glowing with a pale purple light, adding an eerie touch of brightness to the somber hall.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze as cold as a blade, looking down at the fearless person below the steps.

At the bottom of the steps, Kong Jiu smiled and looked up to meet the bishop's gaze, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Did you know, Kong, that there's an unspoken rule between the Purple Light Cult and the underworld?"

Farah sighed softly and waved to close the door to the future.

"We never accept people from the East, never."

After he pointed it out, Kong Jiu suddenly realized that he had never seen an Eastern face in the Lower City.

"Why?" Kong Jiu stood up, dusting off his trousers. "Is it because even the poorest Asian can sell fried rice and strawberry mapo tofu in Chinatown?"

"Why?" Farah raised an eyebrow and stepped down the stairs. "Because Koreans are less intelligent, Japanese people lack a sense of righteousness, and the descendants of China are too shrewd, making brainwashing too costly."

"You flatter me," Kong Jiu replied with a grin. "Actually, those Manchu remnants in Chinatown are quite stupid. You could try recruiting them."

"Thanks for reminding me. I'll add one more thing: we also don't accept mentally challenged individuals who have engaged in incestuous relationships."

During this absurd conversation, the two had walked up to each other.

"So, will I be able to leave this church alive?" Kong Jiu asked casually, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

"I really want to say no," Farah smiled calmly, "but I have no other choice."

"Please, you're the leader of the Purple Light Cult. Isn't bewitching people one of your specialties?"

Farah ignored the mockery, surveying the magnificent hall with a turbulent undercurrent in his eyes, as if he were weaving a new lie.

"Perhaps you are right, Kong."

After a long silence, Farah finally spoke:

"Perhaps you are right. I should honestly explain the whole story. That way, you might be more likely to die voluntarily."

Kong Jiu did not answer, but leaned forward slightly and made a gesture of "please speak," but his face was full of sarcasm that said "make up whatever you want."

Farah caught a glimpse of the mocking look, frowned, and slid the door open again.

Dark, bloody, screaming—the scene behind the door was gruesome and bloody, with severed limbs and remains hanging, and piercing screams faintly audible.

Kong Jiu's mockery froze instantly, replaced by a solemn expression.

Amidst all sin, he certainly remembered the name of this hellish place.

"What you said about the future before was true, but as you expected, it also concealed some information."

Farah gazed at this bloody hell, her eyes gradually becoming complex.

"In the British Isles, I am nothing more than a second-generation magician of lowly blood, an ordinary person who couldn't even pass the entrance exam for the Clock Tower."

"My magic, or rather my psionic energy, is theoretically insufficient to open up that future."

"But in Amerigo, after realizing the imprint of hereditary inheritance, which can be passed on to others through will, I thought of a possibility."

"Domesticating humans".

"If countless people were willing to die for me, and imprint their entire lives upon me, even a second-generation magician like myself, without any ancestral inheritance, could achieve great things, wouldn't I?"

Farah raised his other hand and pulled up his sleeve.

The twisted magic loops, densely packed like a spider web, spread from the wrist to the shoulder blade!

Kong Jiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

There are only four or five paths left by Oscar in his life.

If each vein represents the crystallization of a person's psychic energy throughout their life, then this grotesquely intertwined network of veins...

Kong Jiu gritted his teeth, his voice trembling as he asked, "How many people have you killed?"

"Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?" Farah chuckled. "Do you remember how many corpses you've collected for burial?"

"Two thousand five hundred and thirty-two!" Kong Jiu spat out the number through gritted teeth, startling Farah. "Human lives aren't even worthy of being numbers in your eyes?"

Anger was about to burst from one person's eyes, while the disdain in the other's eyes was shaken away and turned into surprise.

"This really surprises me, Kong. I thought that as a corpse collector, you should have already..."

"You must have long been accustomed to life and death, and have become heartless, right?"

Kong Jiu's face darkened. "Yes, my hands are stained with blood and reek of decay. But I am human! I am a person with a fiery heart, determined to shatter the iron curtain and shackles, not a monster like you who treats human life as worthless!"

Ferrari remained frozen in place.

In a daze, he seemed to see himself as he had crossed the ocean and the Iron Curtain to study in Amerigo Vespucci, vowing to save the world and its people.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his tone softened: "Alright, I misjudged you, Kong. But please allow me to finish."

As he spoke, he opened the door to the future once again.

"With the voluntary sacrifice of countless people, or after being dismembered into magical offerings, I finally accumulated enough spiritual power to create a small world in the subspace that can accelerate time."

"I can send in imperfect magic and spiritual arts into it to accelerate the deduction and perfect it at a faster speed."

"But apart from magic and spells, it is extremely difficult to make or improve any technology or even ordinary blueprints work there."

Farah pointed to the transcendent technologies in the "future," his expression somber: "The physical laws of that space seem different from reality; these technologies cannot be brought into the present world."

Kong Jiu nodded. Just as he had guessed, this "future" could not benefit Farah.

"What about people? What impact do people have? Otherwise, why don't you use the future to massively increase manpower, or directly create an Oscar mark?"

Farah gave a wry smile, revealing her embarrassment at being seen through: "Yes, just as you said, people are the most troublesome problem."

"If someone sent to the future returns to reality, there are two possible outcomes: staying for a day or two is fine, and they can travel back and forth normally."

But if more than forty-eight hours pass before returning to the real world, an inexplicable panic will erode their mind. The longer it lasts, the more intense it becomes.

Farah sighed: "I've tried to forcibly remove the adults from inside, but they all suffer mental breakdowns and die from arrhythmia."

Looking at that pure and beautiful future, a trace of sorrow flashed across Farah's eyes, a genuine sorrow.

"To maintain this future, people must constantly become the foundation and nourishment, dying amidst the darkness of sin; but those who enjoy the blessings of this future cannot give back even a fraction to those who died for them."

Kong Jiu remained silent.

Clearly, with such an unbalanced ratio of expenditure to income, the collapse of this promising "future" is a foregone conclusion.

"Now you understand why I crave the Oscar mark so much, Kong?"

As Farah spoke, he turned his gaze to Kongjiu.

"Oscar's Mystic Eyes and his ability to traverse subspace might hold the key to breaking this deadlock!"

"For example, with my Demon Eyes, I might be able to sustain the lives of those willing to become sacrifices! Instead of slaughtering them all, I could turn them into living batteries, preventing a destructive cycle of exploitation!"

"Or perhaps, as a warp traveler, Oscar has the potential to truly travel to the 'future'!"

Farah's speech quickened, and she gripped Kong Jiu's shoulders earnestly, saying:

"I've told you the truth without reservation. Now you understand why I was so eager to raid the lower city and recruit people, and why I was so desperate to get Oscar's return route, right?"

Kong Jiu gently pushed his hand away and sighed softly, "Fara, I have a question for you..."

"I admit it, I admit it!"

Farah answered first, "This killed many people, I know, it's a sin! But for that future, that grand future, don't you think the price was worth it?"

Kongju looked at Farah with an almost pitying gaze.

"No, that's not what I wanted to ask."

He pointed to the warp gate, his tone flat: "What I want to ask is, didn't anyone tell you that peeking into the future or distorting reality through the warp would be punished?"

"What?" Farah was stunned. "What punishment...?"

Kong Jiu shook his head and grabbed Farah's collar.

"You can read my mind, right? Come on, read it."

As he spoke, Kong Jiu tore off the jade pendant from his neck and put it in his bag.

"I know, but that will take forty-eight hours..."

"No need, just glimpsing the true future for a moment is enough."

As he spoke, Kong Jiu's mind stirred slightly, and he summoned the system panel:

Open the log to view the skill details for [Chaos Agent].

"Peering into the future—this is a warning, and it will not be repeated."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

As that terrifying sense of panic washed over him, Farah, who was peering into Kong Jiu's heart, suddenly felt his legs go weak and collapsed to the ground with a scream.

Kong Jiu's face turned pale, but he still trembled as he put the jade pendant back on, regaining his composure.

"Now do you realize how foolish your illusory future was?"