My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo rode the manta ray and climbed upwards for a long time, passing through layers of floating island fragments and the hazy void, until a huge island appeared above him.

The island's edges are so neat they look like a cake that has been sliced ​​with a knife.

The island was shrouded in a pale golden light curtain, the surface of which was covered with patterns of laws that were completely different from Gao Yang's holy light.

It's softer and stickier, like honey stretched into a thin film and spread across the entire island.

The Goddess of Judgment floated beside Lin Mo, her gray eyes fixed on the island, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

She remained silent for a long while before speaking, her voice carrying an extremely rare and complex emotion: "It seems the middle layer wasn't completely destroyed. The island has been preserved."

Is this island famous?

Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at her.

The God of War flipped over from the manta ray's tail, crossed his arms, and looked at the island shrouded in golden light: "The infamous Land of Indulgence. In the past, the middle-level divine realm inhabited by the gods had three main islands, and this is the largest one. There is no fighting on the island, only entertainment. Casinos, taverns, arenas, opera houses—every kind of entertainment you can think of is available on this island."

The judge nodded: "The gods who come here are not divided by strength, nor by faction, there is only one rule: happiness is paramount. As long as you don't ruin other people's happiness, you can be happy however you want."

She paused, then looked at the God of War.

"He used to be a regular here, staying for decades."

The God of War shrugged, neither denying it nor denying it.

Lin Mo did not respond.

He patted the manta ray on the head, and the manta ray spread its wings and glided smoothly toward the golden island.

The moment Lin Mo passed through the light barrier, he felt an extremely faint fluctuation of law sweep over him.

Then he completely severed his connection with the senses behind him.

The soul scouts searching for the gods in all directions within the black sword, the four mirror images he left on the lower floating island, and even the soul bond between him and Yin Xue, were all kept outside by this light curtain.

The manta ray slowly rose along the edge of the island, and a city unfolded before Lin Mo's eyes.

Unlike the island where Bloodmill is located, this is a complete, functioning city.

The streets were wide and clean, lined with unidentified evergreen trees whose canopies were covered with warm yellow orbs of light.

The architectural styles are mixed to an almost absurd degree.

As the trial stated, there were opera houses, gladiatorial arenas, taverns... all kinds of entertainment facilities were available.

The streets were bustling with people dressed in all sorts of different clothes: humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and even a few races that Lin Mo had never seen before.

But everyone had a smile on their face.

Lin Mo had seen this kind of scene before.

Back in Orl, the city lord of the Holy Ancient Empire, stole all the negative emotions of the city's inhabitants, and this is the expression on everyone's face.

But the people here are more genuine than those in Orl; their eyes don't have the emptiness left after fear has been removed.

There is only one kind of satisfaction: complete immersion in happiness.

In the very center of the island, a colossal building rises from the ground.

It is taller than all the surrounding buildings and occupies almost one-tenth of the entire island, resembling a small town.

The whole structure is a circular clown-shaped building.

On either side of the entrance stood two enormous golden statues, depicting two laughing fat men, one holding a wine glass and the other throwing dice.

The dice weren't engraved with numbers, but with the faces of different races.

A casino with endless fun.

The Goddess of Judgment floated beside Lin Mo's shoulder, having been sensing her surroundings ever since she entered the island.

At this moment, she withdrew her senses, her gray eyes fixed on the giant casino, her voice low and her tone filled with undisguised vigilance.

"There's a nasty smell there. Pleasure should be there. Be careful. Pleasure's Blood Crush is different. He doesn't rely on brute force, but on manipulation. He can make you willingly walk into his gamble and then lose something more important than your life."

Lin Mo nodded, flipped over and jumped off the manta ray's back, landing on the street.

Almost as soon as he landed, several scantily clad, pretty women emerged from behind the flowerbeds along the street to greet him.

They were all beautiful, with graceful figures, wearing light gauze dresses, their eyes crinkling when they smiled, and their voices were sickeningly sweet.

"Young man, new to the Land of Indulgence? Come and take a look, I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"There are even more sisters in that building over there, you can do whatever you want."

"We don't want money, we just want happiness. Your happiness is our happiness."

……

As Lin Mo listened to their voices, he felt a momentary daze.

It felt like someone was gently tickling his consciousness with a feather.

He opened his mouth to refuse, but the words that came out were, "Okay."

Then he stepped out on his own and followed the women toward the building across the street.

He was fully conscious; he could feel that every step he took was firmly planted on the ground, that the Goddess of Judgment was shouting something at him from behind, and that the God of War had already drawn the battle axe formed from his soul.

But his body wouldn't obey him.

This is the power of pleasure, not the control of will, but the control of behavior.

Realizing this, Lin Mo did not hesitate to mobilize his mental energy, and suddenly unleashed a dark blue soul shockwave in his mind, washing over his consciousness from head to toe.

The sticky feeling of control was dispelled by the shockwave, and his body returned to his own hands.

He abruptly shook off the women's hands that were on his arms, the force so great that one of them staggered several steps.

"Hmm? What's wrong, buddy?"

The beautiful woman leading the group steadied herself, tilted her head to look at him, and still wore that sickeningly sweet smile.

"Is it because we're not giving you enough happiness? It's okay, there are many more sisters over there. Come on, don't be so nervous."

Lin Mo frowned, placed his right hand on the hilt of the black sword, and coldly uttered a single word: "Shut up."

The metallic scraping sound of the black sword being drawn was particularly jarring on the street.

This scene brought the jubilant atmosphere of the entire street to a sudden halt.

The pedestrians who had been wearing blank smiles all stopped in their tracks and turned to look in their direction.

Their smiles were still on their faces, but there was a hint of displeasure in their eyes.

An elderly woman with gray hair stepped out from the crowd, her hands trembling as she opened them to block Lin Mo's way.

"You're ruining this party! Put your weapon away! This is a crime!"

Without hesitation, Lin Mo drew his black sword in a dark blue arc, cleaving the old woman in two.

The bodies fell to either side, their blood splattering onto the cobblestones of the street, staining a large patch of glaring dark red.

The whole street erupted in gasps of surprise.

The smiles on their faces finally shattered, replaced by terror and anger.

"Intruders! Intruders have ruined the party—guards! Where are the guards?!"

Almost as soon as the shouts ended, squads of soldiers in exposed armor rushed out of the buildings on both sides of the street.

Their helmets covered half their faces, and were engraved with a laughing mouth.

At the same time, a figure slowly emerged from the dome of the giant casino.

She was a woman whose appearance was not particularly outstanding, even somewhat ordinary, but she exuded an aura of authority.

Lin Mo looked at her face and frowned.

The face looked somewhat familiar to him.

They weren't enemies, nor friends, but he felt like he'd seen them somewhere before.

"That is lust."

The voice of the goddess of judgment rang in his ears, filled with undisguised vigilance and disgust.

Lin Mo was always decisive; if he couldn't remember something, he wouldn't think about it anymore.

He aimed the black sword directly at the phantom.

"That saves me time."

Lin Mo pushed off with his feet, about to charge forward, when Huan Yu spoke.

Her voice was as bland as her appearance.

"In the name of lust... I strip you of all your power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo felt an immense force of law pressing down from all directions, enveloping his entire body.

He widened his eyes, trying to invoke the Law of Slaughter to retaliate, but the Law of Slaughter did not respond.

He tried to grip the black sword, but the muscles in his arm felt like they were filled with lead.

A few breaths later, he stood there, completely unharmed, but his strength was gone.

Not only were the attribute values ​​reduced to zero, but the laws themselves were also temporarily sealed off.

Is this the power of pleasure? That's a bit too outrageous.