Dude, my main account is Chaos God?

and so.

Su Xiaoqi wanted to change the letter.

Even if it meant death, she wanted to try.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance that she can become that normal girl again.

She was willing to gamble her life on it.

"That guy..." Su Xiaoqi's mind conjured up Ye Ren's face, "If what he said is true, he would be a good god."

"A good God who can save the world."

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The wind in the wasteland still carried that rusty and rotten smell, making one's scalp tingle.

I can't adapt.

I just can't get used to it.

It was precisely these disgusting details that constantly reminded Ye Ren to change this place.

Ye Ren and the throne stood at the crossroads.

The two are engaged in a debate concerning the future world order.

But it sounds like a conversation with someone suffering from severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) about their condition.

"My lord," the throne scratched his head, asking tentatively, "since we are going to establish a church, we need a resounding name, right?"

"I've thought of a few, what do you think?"

The throne cleared its throat and began reciting the menu with a serious expression:

"The Redeemer? The Supreme God? The Father of All Souls? Or... the Light of Dawn?"

Ye Ren frowned as he listened, his facial features almost squeezing together.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Ye Ren quickly interrupted him, looking disgusted. "Bro, your smell is too strong."

"That's so tacky, so incredibly tacky."

When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.

This is all so rural and eccentric.

The throne looked completely bewildered: "Then... what's that called? Aren't all the names of gods drawn like this?"

"We need to have class," Ye Ren said, stroking his chin.

"In future public announcements, please do not give me any specific titles."

"Use those vague and indescribable prefixes to describe it."

"For example...that sir."

The throne momentarily lost its mind: "Shaflin?"

Ye Ren: "???"

Throne: "I've watched Ultraman too, you know..."

Ye Ren swallowed back his words about being from the same hometown. Well, he thought Wang Zuo was also a time traveler.

It turns out that Ultraman was broadcast in this world as well.

"In short, the more ambiguous and enigmatic something is, the higher its sophistication, understand?"

The throne nodded knowingly:

"I understand. So, what should the church's name be? We can't call it 'That Person's Church,' can we?"

"Of course not." Ye Ren snapped his fingers. "In order to showcase our aesthetic sense, and to carve out a bloody path in this religious circle where sluts and cheapskates abound."

"Our organization's name must be official, serious, and impressive to those who don't understand it."

"I've decided, it will be called—[The Bureau of Normal Humans]"

"Abbreviation: Human Resources and Social Security Bureau"

throne:"……"

The throne bro remained silent.

The wind blew by, swirling up a few withered grasses.

"Understood." The throne nodded with difficulty. "Although..."

"This doesn't sound like a church; it sounds like a municipal department that used to register households or collect utility bills!"

"That's it!" Ye Ren slapped his thigh. "This is exactly the feeling we've been looking for! Listen to it, how professional! How much like a government-affiliated organization!"

"Moreover, our goal has always been to bring humanity under control and bring them back to normal, so there's nothing wrong with the name."

Although the throne felt something was off, looking at Ye Ren's determined eyes, it could only nod in agreement.

"Fine, you're the boss, so you call the shots."

After finalizing the details, the two parted ways.

The throne, with the great black serpent mother coiled around it, embarked on a rebellion journey to the City of Life.

Ye Ren, on the other hand, strolled alone towards the City of Order, hands in his pockets.

……

The journey back was not peaceful.

Or rather, in this world, which has been sieve-like by the infiltration and influence of the subspace, there is no peace anywhere.

Various bizarre and deformed variants kept making their presence known to Ye Ren.

It's like passing by a dead forest.

Those were willow trees woven together from countless broken limbs.

The dark red tree trunk, the still slightly pulsating muscle fibers, and the surface covered with a layer that looks like a scab after a burn.

The drooping willow branches are like human intestines stretched to an extremely long length.

When a two-headed hare ran by.

Those intestines shot out like venomous snakes in an instant, tightly binding it.

Then it secretes highly acidic digestive juices, which, with a sizzling sound, melt the rabbit into blood and absorb it.

"Oh……"

Ye Ren walked by expressionlessly.

This world of ditch.

However, those intestines seemed to sense the presence of a living person and greedily rolled towards Ye Ren.

"Tsk."

Ye Ren simply uttered a single word.

He didn't make any big moves; a compressed fire dragon simply swept out.

"Pfft—Boom!"

The enormous, tree-like aberration was instantly engulfed by flames, crackling and burning.

Although it has no vocal organs, its movable willow branches constantly rub against each other, producing a creaking sound that makes your scalp crawl.

Yeh Jen: "It is obvious that the mutants do not feel pain."

The trembling willow tree nodded in agreement.

Go forward again.

Ye Ren encountered a moving stone.

That should have been an abandoned road marker, with the words "Liberation Road" engraved on it.

However, a large number of barnacle-like parasitic tissues grew on the surface of the concrete.

A gaping maw filled with sharp steel bars split open in the middle.

It camouflages itself by the roadside, waiting for its prey to pass by, then swallows it whole.

This is a variant of inorganic and organic matter that is forcibly fused together.

To be honest, Ye Ren didn't realize it was alive at first because it was well hidden.

"Snap!"

Until I stepped on it myself.

well.

Half of its leg was bitten off.

"Even rocks have mouths, this world is hopeless."

Ye Ren manipulated his flesh and blood to grow new legs, and he walked along, cleaning and marveling at the process.

These mutants are like nightmares to ordinary hunters.

They were like roadside weeds in his eyes, easily pulled out at will.

Well, how should I put it?

Mr. Ye strolled out as if he were leisurely wandering through his own backyard.

……

Just as they were getting close to the City of Order.

Ye Ren suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on a ditch by the roadside.

There, there was a pool of flowing, dark red flesh and blood.

It has been trying to condense and take shape, wanting to come together.

But it seems to have suffered some kind of irreversible damage, or some kind of collapse at a higher level.

Every time it gathers up, it immediately collapses like a sand sculpture.

It turns back into a pool of pus and blood, and then it tries again, over and over again.

It's a heartbreaking kind of persistence.

Ye Ren frowned slightly; he recognized that aura.

That was the unique aura of the followers of the Lord of Flesh and Blood.

That mass of flesh and blood seemed to sense Ye Ren's arrival.

It trembled violently, and the flow accelerated.

Finally, under Ye Ren's watchful gaze.

It painstakingly and reluctantly coalesced into a crooked mouth on its surface.

And a cloudy eyeball.