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

Just as Zhan Xin was in a daze, a terrifying aura rose into the sky from the center of the island.

The aura was thick and heavy, a cloyingly sweet and oppressive feeling that chilled you to the bone.

The patterns of laws in the air vibrated violently under the impact of this aura.

The rubble on the ruins of the arena rolled and rustled under the weight.

Even the eerie green flames still burning at the edge of the Corruption Land were suppressed by half an inch.

Desire once again rose above the casino.

This time, he was in a male body, his thin shoulders supporting a faded gray robe, the hem of which swayed slightly in the air.

His pale, thin face had high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and two deep nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth that looked as if they had been carved in with a knife.

The law patterns in her pale golden pupils flowed rapidly, and the aura of joy emanating from her body was more intense, purer, and more undisguised than that of the previous female body.

The moment Lin Mo saw that face, his pupils contracted slightly.

Like the woman before, he had seen this face before, not on this island, but in the fragment of Gao Yang's memory in the basement of Shenglin Village.

"How dare you kill my people!"

Huan Yu looked down at the black-robed figure on the ruins.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from taut vocal cords, carrying an uncontrollable anger.

Lin Mo did not answer.

He placed his right hand on the hilt of the black sword, and with a thought, the Death Arena was activated.

Darkness spread rapidly in all directions from him, engulfing pleasure, the ruins of the arena, and the pale golden sky above.

Since Huan Yu sets all the rules on the island, let's change the battlefield.

Let's switch to a battlefield where it's one-on-one and no rules can be altered.

Before Zhanxin, who was standing at the edge of the sand, could react, the darkness had already completely swallowed up the figures of Lin Mo and Huanyu.

Only a black light curtain remained suspended above the ruins, its surface swirling with the unique law patterns of the Death Arena.

Zhanxin plopped down on the sand.

The longsword, which he had been sharpening all morning, was stuck at his feet, its blade swaying slightly, reflecting the eerie green flames still burning around him.

He looked around and saw only devastation.

The arena's stands are gone, replaced by a land of decay that continues to spread.

More than a dozen city blocks were swallowed up, and the ashes of tens of thousands of spectators drifted slowly in the eerie green light.

At this moment, Zhanxin finally realized that the gap between himself and that black-robed human was not just a difference in strength.

His goal was to win the arena, to survive the next match, and to wait for a final that would never come.

Lin Mo's goal was never the arena; the first question Lin Mo asked him in the cage was "how to leave."

Lin Mo drew his sword in the street to find Huan Yu, stepped into the arena to recover his strength, and detonated the Soul Erosion Realm to force Huan Yu to appear.

Every step is aimed at the same goal: to slay the god of pleasure.

What did he say to Lin Mo in the cage?

The opponent in the next gladiator, how to win over the audience and fans, how to become king and dominate within the cage of the human race...

Zhanxin buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He inherited the legacy of the Sword God, spent two hundred years forging a sword, and killed countless opponents.

But he never thought of rebelling, never thought of killing the people who made the rules, and never thought that freedom could be seized with his own sword.

"Am I... worthy of this legacy...?"

……

They died in the arena, where darkness stretched endlessly.

There was no sand, no stands, no cheers, only an absolute stillness where even the air seemed to freeze into a solid.

The male body, writhing in pleasure, hung in mid-air, his grey robes billowing in the darkness without wind.

He looked down at the unfamiliar space, his pale golden eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of confusion appeared on his pale face.

He could sense that there were no rules he had set in this space.

Without the support of the Law of Pleasure, there is no audience he can manipulate.

Here, it's one-on-one, only life and death.

"here it is……"

His voice echoed in the darkness, the sticky trailing tone drawn out, but he was interrupted halfway through his sentence by a voice coming from below.

"I finally remember who you are."

Lin Mo's voice came from the darkness.

He stood on the ground of the Death Arena, his black robes fluttering slightly as the invisible killing intent in the space swirled around him, his black sword drawn and held in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

Lin Mo looked up at the pale man's face in mid-air, his brows furrowed.

Huan Yu turned her head and looked down at the tiny figure in black robes.

Before Huan could speak, Lin Mo continued, "When I viewed Gao Yang's memories, after Gao Tiantian died, there was a group of people who surrounded Gao Yang, accusing him of failing to protect his sister. They placed all the blame on him, saying he was the murderer who killed his sister and that he didn't deserve to live. They wouldn't let him cry or explain. Every mouth repeated the same set of words, almost driving him crazy."

Lin Mo looked at Huan Yu and a mocking expression appeared on his lips.

Huan Yu frowned, a hint of surprise and annoyance swirling in his pale golden eyes.

"To be honest, these people are more hateful than the driver who caused the accident."

Lin Mo's tone remained as calm as if stating a fact.

"You, this group of people, used words and rules to drive a person who had already broken down to the brink of despair, and you!"

Lin Mo suddenly pointed his black sword at Huan Yu, his tone solemn.

"Both the projection of that woman and the projection of the previous woman are members of that group."

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Huan Yu's face gradually darkened.

Anger and resentment surged in those pale golden eyes.

"You're right. That's why, among the four of us, we hate Gao Yang the most."

He paused, his expression shifting from gloomy to ferocious, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

"But you're not entirely right either. What did we do wrong? We only said a few words! A few words could drive him crazy? That only proves he was already insane! And what about us? We're just ordinary people! Yet he captured us and brought us to this world, imprisoning us for three thousand years! Three thousand years! We can only entertain ourselves on this island! What did we do wrong?!"

Lin Mo chuckled.

The laughter was extremely soft and short, devoid of any warmth, as if listening to a joke that wasn't funny at all.

He planted the black sword in the ground at his feet and reached into the blade to pull out the soul of a demigod.

The pale blue soul struggled violently in his palm.

He clenched his five fingers and activated the sacrificial skill.

His soul was crushed into countless fine threads of light that exploded from between his fingers and then suddenly ignited.

A ghostly green flame spread from his palm along his arm to his entire body.

His aura surged rapidly within the eerie green flames, and the physical strength boost from the Tenfold Death Arena was further amplified by the Sacrifice skill.

"This has nothing to do with me. If you think you're innocent, then keep thinking that way."

Lin Mo drew his black sword, its tip aimed at Huan Yu in mid-air, and eerie green sacrificial flames spread along the blade.

"Now it's time to settle our score."

Huan Yu also let out a sinister laugh upon seeing this.

His withered hands clasped together in front of his chest, and a ring of pink flames of law exploded around him.

The original ambiguous peach pink has now turned into an almost blinding fluorescent pink.

Every wisp of flame flickered violently, making the darkness of the Death Arena appear as if it were soaked in diluted blood.

His aura surged rapidly, propelled by the pink flames, building up layer upon layer, and he even slightly surpassed Lin Mo in terms of imposing presence.

"Fine! You've destroyed the place of debauchery I've built over hundreds of years! Those spectators, those casinos, those streets—every single one of them was built by my own hands, brick by brick! You've destroyed them, and you must pay with your life!"