Dude, my main account is Chaos God?

Ye Ren stretched out a hand, stopping the Great Black Snake Mother from speaking further.

"What's wrong, my lord?" The great black snake mother asked, somewhat puzzled.

Is it because I don't have enough followers? Although I'm down on my luck now, I still have at least tens of thousands of followers...

Ye Ren took a deep breath, pointed to the bloody section of the spine connecting the Great Black Serpent Mother and the throne, and said with a tense expression:

"Disgusting! Bizarre!"

"What did I just say? We need to get the world back to normal!"

"The task is heavy, and time is tight. To correct this flawed world, the first step is to correct this distorted aesthetic sense!"

Ye Ren was heartbroken:

"Look at what you're doing! A snake is crawling out of someone's neck, and you're filming an alien here!"

"I order you all to behave normally, immediately, right now!"

The black snake mother was stunned.

She has no idea what normal aesthetics are.

In the subspace, everyone looks however they want, so who cares about whether they're good-looking or not?

Oh.

The goddess of beauty and those other gods should care.

However, the aesthetics of gods and humans are completely different.

The throne seemed to understand: "OK, OK."

indeed.

High-ranking believers and aberrant individuals are actually not much different in appearance, and they look disgusting.

"Then let's change it."

Although the Black Snake Mother was somewhat reluctant and found it troublesome, she did as she was told in order to please her new boss.

Her body began to stretch and flatten rapidly.

It gradually transformed from a physical texture into a state that is half physical and half tattoo.

She slid down the back of the throne's neck.

It coiled around his back, passed under his armpits, and finally rested its head gently on the throne's left shoulder.

It looks like...

Like a dark purple snake, it intimately coiled and nestled around the man.

Although it still exudes an eerie aura, at least...

It's not so disgusting anymore.

There's even a strange kind of cool about it.

Ye Ren's mind raced:

"Black Tortoise?"

No doubt about it. The throne's current form reminded him of the Black Tortoise's appearance—it's basically a snake coiled around a tortoise.

"Is this alright?" The throne showed off its new look.

Ye Ren looked him up and down, then nodded reluctantly.

"That's about it, bro."

"Remember this, from now on this will be the standard. In this world of dross, we'll start by correcting the aesthetics."

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the other side.

In the wilderness, dozens of kilometers away from where the canyon originally was.

The group was helping each other as they struggled through the gravel and withered grass.

It's the Hungry Wolf Squad.

They all survived, which is nothing short of a miracle in this cruel world.

But the price was also heavy.

Everyone was injured to some extent, and everyone's face was etched with exhaustion and dishevelment.

However, what left them even more bewildered than the physical pain was...

What about the canyon?

That enormous, bottomless canyon, the final resting place of the throne of the chosen one...

How could it have suddenly disappeared?!

Just now, the earth trembled.

They turned around and found that what should have been a cliff behind them had turned into a flat wasteland.

It was as if that canyon had never existed.

This earth-shattering power exceeded the limits of their understanding.

"Don't think about it."

Captain Luo Feng, panting heavily, broke the silence, "Some things are beyond our understanding."

"Hey bro, how's the location tracking?"

In the group, the cyborg Niko's prosthetic eye flickered with a faint red light. He clutched his still-sparking mechanical arm, his voice hoarse:

"We're not far from the City of Order, about half a day's journey away."

"Okay." Luo Feng nodded. "Everyone, hang in there. Let's go back to the City of Order to rest first."

As for Ye Ren...

The group tacitly refrained from mentioning that name again.

Faced with a power capable of flattening the earth, even the strongest human being would likely be...

Thinking of that mysterious young man who loved to complain, Luo Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Pity.

He's an interesting person; perhaps he really can bring about some change.

But now it seems they have met with misfortune.

The atmosphere became somewhat somber, with only the sound of footsteps echoing across the wilderness.

Just as the majestic outline of the city walls of the City of Order appeared on the horizon.

Su Xiaoqi, who had been silent all along, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"I want to change my faith."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap in the silent crowd.

Everyone stopped in their tracks instantly, their expressions changed slightly, and they all turned to look at her.

After all, as mentioned before, in this world, conversion often means death, or a distortion that is even more terrible than death.

This is especially true for believers of the third rank and above.

The blessings of the gods are already intertwined with flesh and soul; to try to separate them is tantamount to suicide.

But in the end, no one said anything more.

There was no reprimand, no dissuasion, only a complex emotion revealed in his eyes.

There was worry, there was shock, but more than anything...

It was an undisguised attraction.

Seeing everyone's attitude, Su Xiaoqi couldn't help but laugh.

The smile was tinged with sadness, yet also with a sense of relief.

"Well, it seems everyone thinks the same way."

She muttered to herself, "Since no one else dares to take this step, let me be the first to test the waters."

"Don't worry, if I die, then give up this idea and live your lives well."

"Little Seven!"

The snake woman, Adu, worriedly grabbed Su Xiaoqi's hand.

Adu's hands were also cold, covered in scales, a sensation that was not human.

Su Xiaoqi gently patted A-Du's hand, then shrugged in relief:

"don’t worry."

"Actually... I don't care anymore."

She looked up at the gray sky, her eyes revealing a deep weariness.

"As a follower of the god of balance, I gained power, but I also lost too much."

"In order to maintain that so-called balance, my body was disassembled, reassembled, and forcibly stitched into all sorts of random things."

"I am suffering both mental and physical torment almost every day."

"It felt like countless monsters were living inside my body, tearing and fighting over me."

As Su Xiaoqi spoke, she lowered her head and looked at her hands with disgust.

Those hands were covered with rough stitches, like a tattered rag doll that could fall apart at any moment.

"If given a choice, who would want to be a Frankenstein's monster?"

She murmured to herself, her voice as soft as the wind:

"I want to be a normal person too..."

She can hardly remember what she was like before her religious enlightenment.

My memories of that time have become hazy.

All she remembers is that back then, she loved to laugh, and when she laughed, she had two shallow dimples.

But how long has it been...?

Did I not laugh out loud from the bottom of my heart?