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

"Kill me! Remember! You must kill me!"

Only an echo remained in the Death Arena, and as the person completely disappeared, the Death Arena began to collapse.

The boundary of darkness cracked from the top.

Standing in the middle of the Death Arena, Lin Mo's face was full of black lines.

Win all the money on the entire island?

I'm not Chen Xiaodao.

Let alone winning 3700 million from 20 yuan, it would be an extraordinary achievement if he didn't lose everything.

Gambling was never part of his skill set; he didn't even know which way the casino doors faced.

Perhaps waking up Gao Tiantian is a feasible direction.

But trying to entice her with winnings wouldn't work for him at all. He needed to think of another way.

As Lin Mo pondered, boom! With a final, deep rumble, the entire darkness disintegrated.

Lin Mo stood once again on the streets of the Island of Indulgence.

The sight before him made him frown even more.

He restored the gladiatorial arena he had just destroyed with his Soul Corruption, the dozen or so city blocks he had swallowed, and every inch of land that the Corruption had spread to to its original state.

The casino's neon signs still flickered, the opera house's portico remained tidy, the evergreen trees along the street still shone with warm yellow orbs of light, and even every stone brick on the gladiatorial arena's dome was intact.

It was as if his massacre had never happened.

The island of indulgence floated steadily beneath his feet, completely unharmed.

Above the giant casino in the center of the island.

Twenty-three pink shadows hovered above the dome, lined up in a row, looking down at him from above.

Every ray of light and shadow forms a human silhouette.

A familiar face, its body ablaze with intense flames of the laws of pleasure.

Twenty-three pairs of pale golden eyes stared at him simultaneously, their gazes surging with identical anger, vigilance, and resentment that had been imprisoned for three thousand years.

The twenty-three Joyful Desires hovered above the casino, their pale golden eyes piercing through the pink flames of law, looking down at Lin Mo standing on the street.

They spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping, echoing like divine punishment throughout the entire island of indulgence.

"Do you know your sin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, groups of soldiers poured out of the buildings on both sides of the street, and spearmen in exposed armor blocked the street entrance completely.

Residents swarmed out from shops, behind flower beds, and beside fountains, pointing at Lin Mo and cursing him.

"He's the one who ruined the party!"

"He also killed 50,000 innocent spectators!"

"He is simply the most vicious destroyer in the history of the Land of Indulgence!"

"His crimes are unforgivable!"

……

Lin Mo naturally ignored these responsibilities.

He was tired of hearing these words on the mainland.

Lin Mo felt his strength being drained away again, and his limbs were filled with that familiar heaviness once more.

The reason is simple: stepping onto this island again, the rules of pleasure and desire take effect once more.

The gladiatorial combat between humans and orcs had ended, the stakes had been settled, and the restored strength according to the rules had naturally been locked back up.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, and a strange sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached from behind.

Zhanxin charged forward, gripping the longsword he had been sharpening all morning.

He stopped abruptly in front of Lin Mo, his longsword pointing directly at the twenty-three figures of light in mid-air.

His outfit had several holes burned in the hem by the embers of the corrupted land, his face was covered in ash, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"I've figured it out! The worst that can happen is death! I must live up to the legacy of the Sword God!"

As he spoke, he flashed a bright smile, his fighting spirit reaching its peak, his voice carrying a hint of heroic defiance.

"Let's go together this time!"

However, when his gaze fell upon Lin Mo, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Lin Mo turned around and walked to the nearest soldier, extending his hands and speaking in a calm tone as if he were ordering food from a waiter.

"You've had enough fun, take me with you."

Zhan Xin's eyes widened.

He watched as Lin Mo proactively offered his wrists to the soldier, who then skillfully pulled out shackles and locked them with a click.

Lin Mo even yawned expressionlessly.

He was completely distraught, and his voice cracked from his throat.

"What the hell?! Weren't you going to fight Huan Yu to the death?! You just blew up half the island, and now you're telling me you've had your fun?!"

Lin Mo shrugged, the chains of his shackles rattling as he did so.

"We can't beat them, so why would we go and die?"

Zhanxin felt like a fool, no, like an idiot.

He looked down at the longsword in his hand that was still buzzing, then at the shackles on Lin Mo's wrist that were already locked. His lips twitched several times, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

The twenty-three Huanyu watched as Lin Mo was once again chained up, their blurry faces simultaneously displaying the same cold indifference.

They spoke at the same time, their voices pressing down from above the casino, each word carrying the sticky echo unique to the Law of Pleasure.

"In the name of the god of pleasure, I sentence you to death. Three days later, here—beheaded and displayed to the public."

Lin Mo snorted coldly, and the iron chain dragged on the stone pavement, making a harsh scraping sound.

He didn't even turn his head, just casually tossed out a sentence.

"Alright, let's see who dies first."

The soldier, holding the iron chain, dragged him toward the cage deep inside the arena.

Huan Yu then slowly shifted her gaze from Lin Mo's back to Zhan Xin, who was still holding the long sword and standing there in a daze.

At this moment, the expression on his face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Twenty-three pairs of pale golden eyes locked onto him simultaneously, their voices cold and irresistible.

"And you, accomplice and mastermind are equally guilty, and will be beheaded together when the time comes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen soldiers surrounded him from all directions, their spear tips aimed at Zhanxin's back.

Zhanxin roared to the sky, his voice echoing through the empty streets, filled with heartfelt grief and indignation: "What a rip-off—!"

He still held the longsword, brimming with fighting spirit, but he glanced at the twenty-three divine figures in mid-air and then at Lin Mo's receding figure.

Finally, he planted his longsword in the ground, raised his hands, and let the soldiers put shackles on his wrists.

By this time, Lin Mo had already been led a long way by the soldiers.

The shackles on his wrists rattled with each step, and the nonchalant, perfunctory look on his face had vanished, replaced by an extremely calm and focused expression.

He glanced down at the iron chain on his wrist and murmured in a voice only he could hear.

"I hope my feeling was right. Yin Xue, it's all up to you now."