The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1154 A Beautiful Night
This really hit Reggie's sore spot.

She just wanted to stay quietly in her room, feeling sad because she had always worked diligently, yet was misunderstood and ostracized for no reason.

But this thing reminded me just how much of a failure I was, how utterly worthless I was, and how utterly helpless I was.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt something sticky sliding down her spine; but what she couldn't stand even more was her mother's gaze, which seemed to look at her as a stupid piece of trash, and that gaze was forever imprinted in her mind.

Reggie finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He roared.

First, he grabbed the ornament from the bedside table and smashed it against the screen that was broadcasting the victory of the Izetta annexation war, then he kicked over the antique floor lamp next to the bed.

After smashing almost everything in the house that could be smashed, the anger in my heart only burned brighter and brighter, and I felt no relief at all after venting my frustration.

Reggie stood amidst the mess, catching her breath, before finally changing into a strikingly beautiful long dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, and heading out the door.

According to procedure, she should have been locked up.

But what can she do when she has a "good mother"?

This step has been saved, which is convenient for her now.

Reggie drove directly into the city.

Various organisms emit neon lights, advertisements are displayed everywhere on biofilms, and there is a huge "Spirit of Pregnancy" projection, painting the main city of Izeta in an everlasting, vibrant color.

She walked through the bright lights and bustling streets, finally slipping into a bar she used to frequent.

Upon entering, you are greeted by constantly rotating beams of seven-colored light overhead, and semi-liquid light and shadow flow across the walls, illuminating your face in a flickering pattern.

But beyond these lights and shadows, large swathes of darkness are deliberately left, allowing people to do whatever they want inside.

Besides the alluring and ambiguous scenes, there is also bloodshed and violence.

Two people were rolling around and fighting fiercely next to the booth. They were already bleeding and their teeth were flying, while many people around them were raising their glasses and cheering.

In the next booth, two people were inseparable, showing no reaction even when blood splattered on them.

This is where the Izetta people vent their frustrations; no one cares, and the more out of control they get, the more excited they become.

In any case, it's just a physical body.

The Izetta Foundation has plenty of ways to repair and rebuild.

Reggie was already used to this.

She ignored the two people who were fighting so hard they were practically tearing each other's guts out, and sat down at the bar, ordering the strongest drink she could find.

As soon as the wine was served, a soft and fragrant body pressed against her.

She was a sexy and beautiful woman with bright, variegated eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes and lips as red as if they were stained with blood.

She leaned down, gently exhaled a sweet-smelling puff of smoke into Reggie's face, and then winked at her.

The implication couldn't be clearer.

Reggie certainly understood.

She was indeed itching to make a move.

Just as the woman reached out to grab her and she herself was about to get up, a very low whistle suddenly rang in her mind.

Reggie froze instantly.

She certainly wouldn't mind doing something in a place like this.

But she just didn't want that hateful thing to "see".

Instantly, she lost all interest.

Reggie irritably brushed the woman's hand away and waved it off.

The woman naturally understood that this meant rejection.

He could only snort coldly, turn around and walk away to find other prey.

Reggie could only sullenly gulp down a large mouthful of wine.

The high concentration of alcohol burned down her throat, making her stomach ache and leaving her with a feeling of emptiness.

Just then, another person came over.

"Reggie, I didn't expect to see you here."

Reggie looked up, his brows immediately furrowing.

"Fraser?"

This is a researcher in the research lab.

This guy has always had feelings for her, but Reggie has never given him a kind look because she hates the crazy people in the research lab.

But he's incredibly shameless; he keeps coming up to me like a fly, impossible to shoo away.

"Want a little?"

Frazier smiled and opened his hand, revealing two pills in his palm.

Reggie asked coldly, "What is this?"

Fraser proudly picked up a pill and waved it under the light. The pill was covered with colorful spots, reflecting a beautiful glow.

"This is Echo 2.0, which our lab recently developed. It's really powerful."

Reggie pursed his lips.

She was well aware of the side effects of this stuff; it had a slight effect of MPE, but it was far less pure and could instead cause intense hallucinations and madness.

So she rarely touches it, let alone version 2.0.

"Sigh, you're too rigid. It's okay to indulge yourself once in a while."

"This stuff is too dirty. You all know the long-term consequences of taking it. I don't understand why you're so addicted. You should just quit."

"You don't understand, do you? We have a surgery that can eliminate the aftereffects of 'echo,' guaranteeing that you can purely enjoy the pleasure brought by 'echo' without worrying about side effects. How about it, want to give it a try?"

Reggie shook his head again.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. You can go back to being your mother's good daughter."

Frazier made a move to put it away.

Upon hearing this, Reggie's heart skipped a beat.

He snatched the pill from Frazier's hand, took a swig of his drink, and swallowed it.

The medicine works very quickly.

For a moment, Reggie's mind went blank.

The light in front of me stretched and twisted rapidly, weaving into clumps of colorful threads. Sometimes the girl's face appeared in those lights, sometimes the face of the beautiful woman from before, and the next moment it became Fraser's nauseating smile.

Immediately afterwards, the entire bar seemed to shrink.

No, it's not just bars.

Even the entire city is shrinking.

She seemed to float up and reach a very high and far place.

It felt as if I had returned to the embrace of the "spirit of conception," feeling the moist warmth as if I were enveloped in amniotic fluid, rising and falling, drifting and floating...

"How was it?" Frazier's voice seemed to come from afar. "Wasn't it exciting?"

Reggie blinked.

Then, he actually laughed.

After she came back, it seemed like she hadn't laughed like that in a very, very long time.

This feeling...

It's actually not bad.

"I told you, you should indulge yourself a little."

Frazier casually placed his hand on her shoulder, his voice even lower:
"How about it, want to come to my place?"

Reggie did not resist this time.

However, in this fluctuating field of vision, she seemed to see that beautiful woman standing not far away, casting a cold glance at her.

That look in his eyes was so disdainful.

It was as if I felt sorry for her taste.

Reggie's breathing quickened.

That look in his eyes is so similar.

It was just like the gaze she felt when she was locked in that dark space—

High above, coldly looking down.

It's like watching an insect whose struggles seem comical.

Her gaze slowly overlapped with her mother's.

Stupid piece of trash...

but--

She is so magnificent now!
How could an insect dare to look at her like that?

Reggie's anger flared instantly, and the next second, the woman's face loomed large in the distance.

Red and white.

Fireworks burst into vibrant colors right before our eyes.

Reggie was smiling broadly.

I just want the fireworks to bloom even more brilliantly...

Until the cold wind blew in and scattered the fireworks in front of her.

Reggie was startled to find himself being helped out of the bar by Frazier.

Frazier was still muttering to himself:
"Your fighting style is terrifying... It really hurts the enemy eight hundred, but you also lose a thousand of your own."

Reggie then belatedly realized—

Her hand was broken.

I sprained my ankle too.

My face was burning and stinging, and one of my eyes was almost completely covered in blood, so all I could see was a sticky, bright red patch.

“However, I think…” Frazier smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth, his scarlet tongue slowly licking the severed part of Reggie’s hand, “you look really charming.”

"Come to my place, I'll bandage you up."

Reggie was still a little dazed. "You mean the research lab?"

"Oh? You want to go to my lab?" Fraser immediately became excited, his tongue moving even faster. "That's great, there will be more ways to play. I have a lot of things that are still in the experimental stage, it'll be even more exciting!"

Reggie neither answered nor refused.

He simply sat quietly in the car, watching Frazier drive towards the research lab.

The research lab is a massive living biological building.

The overall structure is a semi-circular dome, which looks like a giant egg buried in the ground when viewed from a distance.

The outer layer is covered with a translucent, snow-white membrane that undulates slightly, as if it is breathing, and occasionally emits a soft and holy halo as the colorful light of the night changes.

Who would have thought it was such a filthy and corrupt place?
Normally, Reggie wouldn't come here because of prejudice, but now that the situation is different, she came over with a swagger.

It was moist and soft inside, with flesh-colored texture.

A strange smell permeated the air, like a mixture of many "echoes" and a mass of flesh and blood, mixed with some kind of milk.

Reggie's eyes flashed between snow-white and bright red.

It was as if I could see someone struggling and being dragged across the ground, leaving a long, bloody trail; it was as if I could see a jumble of organs slowly crawling on the ground, like a group of lost little beasts.

She curiously reached out and poked it.

A heart exploded right before my eyes.

The bright red color instantly filled the entire field of vision.

When the red finally faded away before her eyes, Reggie belatedly realized that she was lying on the platform.

Above, dense clusters of vesicles emitted a pale, blinding light.

Frazier stood to the side, holding a scalpel with an excited expression.

"Whatever you want? I can make it!"

"How about briefly experiencing a different gender? Or perhaps we could switch to a more stimulating setup?"

Only then did Reggie's smile gradually fade.

Her voice was cold yet clear:
"Help me look for it first."

"Is there something like a tentacle inside me?"