Dude, my main account is Chaos God?

In the city of order, on blood-soaked streets.

Wei Zheng stood there for a while before he could barely recover from the extreme shock.

"Give me a cigarette..."

He felt his mouth was dry and instinctively reached into his pocket for a cigarette to calm his nerves.

But he stopped halfway through reaching out.

In those days, tobacco, a luxury item from the old era, was very valuable and not something that a low-ranking law enforcement officer like him could easily afford.

"Let's save some money."

He wiped the splattered remains and pieces of flesh from his face, looked at Ye Ren with a complicated expression, and asked:

"Why are these flesh-and-blood believers targeting you?"

"I have no idea," Ye Ren said, equally bewildered. "I don't know any of these people at all."

Wei Zheng's face darkened. Looking at the mess on the ground, he muttered:

"The flesh-and-blood believers have been quiet for a long time, but now they've started to move around on such a large scale again. This is not a good sign."

He seemed to remember something and explained to Ye Ren:

"In the early stages of the Cataclysm, the faith of the Lord of Flesh and Blood was at its largest, with a significant portion of humanity becoming their followers and forming a church organization called the Blood Slaughter Society."

"But the Blood Slaughter Society's doctrines are too cruel and twisted; they take pleasure in devouring their own kind and reshaping the world."

"Later, under the leadership of several righteous gods such as the God of Order and the God of Life, the other believers united and launched a war against the Blood Slaughter Society, annihilating most of their forces, and finally achieving a delicate balance."

As he spoke, his eyes kept scanning Ye Ren.

Ye Ren simply stared at it quietly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Wei Zheng's heart couldn't help but become conflicted and complicated.

He speculated about Ye Ren's true identity.

So young, yet possessing the terrifying power to instantly kill dozens of flesh-and-blood believers.

The "Lord" he spoke of was a powerful god, unheard of before, who could easily reverse day and night.

That seems to confirm it...

He must be a chosen one of God!

Those favored by the gods are the agents of the gods on earth; they are walking miracles.

They possess power far exceeding that of their fellow believers and are leaders of their respective sects.

For example, the current city lord of the City of Order, the ninth-rank warden, is a chosen one of the God of Order!

If Ye Ren is also a chosen one of the gods, then it makes sense that he possesses such great power.

The reason why the flesh-and-blood believers attacked him at all costs.

They probably wanted to nip this god's favorite in the bud!

Thinking of this, Wei Zheng's gaze toward Ye Ren became even more solemn.

He tentatively asked, "Master?"

Ye Ren: "?"

Ye Ren: "Huh? Are you talking to me?"

Wei Zheng rubbed his temples: "I'm fine now..."

This child looks somewhat innocently naive; he doesn't seem like a leader favored by a god from any other faith.

Not long after.

Two figures appeared at the end of the block, one of whom was Old Zhao, whose body was covered in torture devices.

The other one was younger, with a chubby, fair complexion and a small stomach.

The young man was called Xiao Zhang, and he opened his mouth wide.

You have to admit, his mother chose a good name; this kid received a response from the God of Gluttony during his first communication with the subspace.

So the child became a follower of the god of gluttony, and although he received divine blessings, the price he paid was—

His chin had completely disappeared, replaced by rings of sharp teeth like those of a shark.

It extends from the neck to the chest and is usually covered by a huge black cloth, only being revealed when eating.

Moreover, he has been in a state of constant hunger ever since his body was modified!

One must eat constantly to quell the hunger that feels like it's going to devour one's soul.

"What's going on?"

Old Zhao dragged his heavy steps, making a clanging sound as he walked over.

He immediately spotted Wei Zheng squatting by the wall, looking melancholy and covered in blood.

"Wow!" Old Zhao exclaimed in surprise, "Old Wei, what happened to you and you look so disheveled?"

He glanced again at the blood and gore scattered on the ground, and his expression instantly turned serious.

"You did this?!"

Wei Zheng stood up, dusted himself off, and briefly recounted what had just happened.

After listening, Old Zhao's expression became extremely solemn.

"The Blood Slaughter Society..." he murmured, a fierce glint in his eyes, "These lunatics haven't been well-behaved for more than a few years, and now they're trying to stir up some trouble again."

"This matter must be reported immediately. The City of Order is not a place where these beasts can run rampant!"

After saying that, he suddenly looked Wei Zheng up and down as if he had discovered a new continent, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Wait a minute, Lao Wei, you...you've broken through to the second tier?!"

Old Zhao circled Wei Zheng twice, his expression shifting from surprise to bewilderment, and finally to frustration.

"Something's not right, something's really not right. Where's the seam on your neck?"

"Logically, after advancing to the second tier, the God of Order should bestow even stronger blessings. You should at least have some parts growing on your body, so why are you still like an ordinary person?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ren, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly lit up.

He immediately sidled up like a cat smelling fish, a warm smile plastered on his face:

"Sir, I see you have extraordinary physique and a connection with our Lord. How about considering switching your faith? Please allow me to introduce you to our great Savior, the omnipotent Heavenly Father, who brings hope and dawn to mankind... ummmmm!"

Before he could finish speaking, a large, blood-stained hand tightly covered his mouth.

While covering Ye Ren's mouth, Wei Zheng frantically signaled to him with his eyes not to speak.

Old Zhao raised an eyebrow, looked at Ye Ren, and let out a cold snort:

"Well, you've got some nerve, buddy. You actually dare to persuade a law enforcement officer like me to convert?"

"At another time, I'll just arrest you as a heretical follower of a cult and let you experience labor reform!"

Ye Ren shut his mouth.

[Can't you see how painful it is when you walk, all those clinking sounds?]

On the other side, the young law enforcement officer, Xiao Zhang, completely ignored their conversation.

He was squatting in front of the mess of minced meat on the ground, his eyes filled with conflict and pain.

"It's disgusting, but... but I'm so hungry..."

"I don't want to eat! I feel like throwing up! But I'm so hungry!"

"Ahhh, I'm going to close my eyes and do it!"

With his eyes closed, he picked up a small piece of meat with his fingers and put it in his mouth, then gagged, his face turning pale.

But then, he suddenly looked up in astonishment and said:

"Replenishment! Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao, come and see!"

"The power of grace within this flesh and blood hasn't dissipated! But strangely, it has completely lost its self-healing properties!"

As he spoke, he couldn't stop dry heaving.

But after vomiting, she looked at Lao Zhao with an almost pleading gaze.

"Brother Zhao, can I have some more? The God of Gluttony is very pleased with what I'm eating..."

To please the gods, look what they've done to this child.