Dude, my main account is Chaos God?

Old Zhao frowned, but finally nodded: "Alright, just be mindful of your limits."

"Understood, Brother Zhao."

Having received permission, Xiao Zhang wore a pained and conflicted expression.

The next second, to Ye Ren's utterly horrified gaze...

He suddenly ripped off the black cloth covering his mouth, revealing a gaping maw filled with layers of sharp teeth that stretched from his chin to his chest!

Then, with a look of despair, he lay down and buried his face in the pile of bloody, mangled flesh, and began to devour it!

"Holy crap..."

Ye Ren's face turned green on the spot, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited on the spot.

Xiao Zhang: "Same time, different place, let's do it, brothers!"

I've even eaten poop, so what's this?

Wait a minute, what is this that tastes so bitter?

Holy crap, it's juicy intestines!

Ye Ren: "(ΩДΩ)……"

I can't take it anymore, I'll explode if I look at it again. How did they even manage to eat those things?

That guy looked like he was really uncomfortable eating.

However, there is no way to please the gods, because if you displease them, you will lose the divine power.

In this day and age, those who have been forsaken by God absolutely cannot survive!

Wei Zheng frowned and said to Old Zhao:

"Old Zhao, isn't this against the rules? How can you just let him eat the evidence from the scene like that?"

Old Zhao sighed, took a small piece of black tobacco from his pocket, put it in his mouth and chewed it, his voice tinged with helplessness:

"We don't care about those old rules anymore. The law enforcement bureau hasn't had any new recruits for three years. If we don't make some changes, the bureau will really become a mere decoration once all of us old guys are dead."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zheng also sighed.

There was a time when the law enforcement agency had extremely strict standards for recruiting people, requiring them to be believers in the Order God with unwavering minds and absolute rationality.

However, the world is becoming increasingly distorted, and fewer and fewer people are willing to abide by the rules.

Are there really any normal people these days?

Wei Zheng subconsciously looked at Ye Ren.

Old Zhao didn't think much of it, patted Wei Zheng on the shoulder, and said:

"Alright, stop thinking about it. Go back to the station and register your rank. Now that you're a second-tier believer, you'll receive more resources each month, and you'll also have the right to enter and leave the wilderness."

He leaned close to Wei Zheng's ear and whispered a reminder:

"Recently, there has been a high demand for various aberration materials in the city, and prices have risen considerably. You'd better take advantage of this opportunity to go out into the wilderness and make a small fortune."

Wei Zheng raised an eyebrow and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know." Old Zhao shook his head.

"Maybe those big shots up there are going to do some kind of experiment again. Anyway, nobody can have too much of these aberration materials."

Wei Zheng nodded and then brought up the matter of the Blood Slaughter Society.

Old Zhao's expression immediately hardened, and he dared not underestimate him in the slightest:

"Yes, this is no small matter. You need to write a detailed report and submit it immediately. I will also provide corroboration. We must raise the awareness of those above us!"

After explaining everything, Lao Zhao prepared to take Xiao Zhang, who was still engrossed in his food, back to the police station.

When he turned around, he saw a scene that made his eyes twitch.

It was noticed that Xiao Zhang had stopped eating at some point.

He was gripping Ye Ren's arm tightly, his face contorted with excitement, and he was shouting excitedly:

"Really, brother?! Is what you said true?! Can believing in Our Lord really turn me back into a normal person? And allow me to retain my divine powers?!"

"Uh..." Ye Ren tried to look away, avoiding his creepy mouth.

Seeing this, Old Zhao's veins bulged on his head, and the instruments of torture on his body jingled. He was about to lash out when Wei Zheng stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Old Zhao raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he saw Xiao Zhang, who had been so excited a moment ago.

Suddenly, she burst into loud sobs.

He cried like a 300-pound child, his face covered in snot and tears.

Xiao Zhang cried and sobbed, his voice filled with endless grievance and relief:

"Really, we don't have to eat those disgusting things anymore?"

"So we don't have to eat corpses anymore?"

"So...so we don't have to eat shit anymore?!"

"Waaaaah! I want to convert! I'll go find a priest right now to set up a ritual and offer sacrifices! I want to convert, waaaaah!"

Old Zhao: "..."

Wei Zheng: "..."

Ye Ren: "٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ!"

Is another believer joining? Yay!

"Nonsense!"

But Old Zhao's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily.

Several razor blades were embedded in his face, moving with the movement of his facial muscles, and trickles of blood flowed down.

After exhaling a deep breath from his nostrils, Old Zhao's gaze fell on Little Zhang, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, and he said in a deep voice:

"Convert to Christianity? It's not that easy!"

He let out a cold snort, and the torture device on his forehead clattered even louder due to his emotional outburst.

"That's right. The gods are high above and most of the time don't care about the prayers of us humans."

"But!" Old Zhao's tone turned gloomy.

"Converting to any deity is the most direct betrayal! It's a provocation against divine authority!"

"Different gods have different attitudes toward this," he continued. "If it's a god of order or a goddess of life, a righteous god with a large number of followers, if you convert, perhaps... perhaps there's still a slight chance of survival, because they don't care about losing one more believer."

He glanced sideways at Xiao Zhang, who had stopped sobbing but whose face was twitching slightly, his tone icy and chilling:

"But the god of gluttony is different!"

"As a deity whose status is lower than that of the true gods, He values ​​His own dignity more than the other true gods. Any gluttonous believer who wavers in his faith and wants to convert will have all his divine power ruthlessly taken away in the first instance!"

"And you!" Old Zhao pointed at Xiao Zhang's gaping mouth covered by a black cloth, "your extremely modified body will instantly die the moment it loses the protection of divine power!"

"Putting everything else aside, with your exaggerated mouthparts and completely mutated stomach, do you think you could really survive without the power bestowed by the gods?"

"Besides, how can you be sure that other gods will respond to you? That's just wishful thinking."

Old Zhao's words were like icy cold water poured over Xiao Zhang from head to toe.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and the glimmer of hope that had just risen on his face instantly dimmed, leaving only ashen despair.

He muttered bitterly to himself, his voice hoarse:

"Why... why did this have to happen to me..."

Seeing him like this, Old Zhao couldn't bear it and sighed. He stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him:

"Alright, stop thinking so much. That's just how the world is. It's good enough to be alive."

"And to be honest, you're already better off than most believers. At least you only eat disgusting things. Look at those suffering believers, torturing themselves until they're unrecognizable every day, and those who worship the god of plague, their bodies covered in pus and sores. That's the real deal..."

He shook his head as he spoke, his face full of helplessness.