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

The cell door slammed shut behind me, and the guards' footsteps faded into the distance along the corridor.

Lin Mo changed into a coarse linen prison uniform. His black sword was confiscated, and red marks from the shackles still remained on his wrists.

He sat down against the cold stone wall, the dim light filtering in through the narrow vent above the iron gate, casting a thin, elongated patch of light on the ground.

With a slight twitch of his shoulder, a small, furry black thing gradually appeared on his shoulder.

It was Mianmian; she had been invisible ever since Lin Mo entered this place.

Mianmian shook off its ruffled fur, rubbed its forehead against Lin Mo's chin, and stared at him with its eight dark eyes, making soft gurgling sounds in its throat.

Lin Mo glanced down at her, a faint smile playing on his lips, and reached out to ruffle her hair.

Three beams of dark blue light floated around him.

Gao Tiantian was at the front, standing barefoot on the cold stone slab, her translucent short hair swaying slightly as she curiously looked around the small cell.

The goddess of judgment floated beside her, her gray hair falling over her shoulders, her gray eyes sweeping across the four stone walls, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"This time it's probably hopeless. There are twenty-three Huan Yu, the Black Sword has been taken away, and your strength has been sealed again. You will be beheaded in public in three days. The only way I can think of is to take advantage of the guards' laxity during the execution and let you force your way out of the cage... But in your current state, you can't defeat twenty-three Huan Yu even if you break out."

The God of War floated at the very back with his arms crossed, his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly, his tone as indifferent as ever.

"Speaking of which... if Lin Mo dies, won't we be free? Once the Black Sword's soul bond is broken, we can go wherever we want, right? Judgment, don't you think that makes sense?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mianmian suddenly turned her head, her eight eyes glaring at him fiercely at the same time. A low whimper came from her throat, her two front paws grabbed Lin Mo's collar, and her mouth grinned to reveal two rows of fine, sharp teeth.

The God of War was so glared at by her that he took half a foot back, then awkwardly raised his hands: "Fine, fine, never mind."

The judge rolled his eyes at him: "Where can we go? The lower level is almost empty, the middle level's debauchery certainly can't hold the two of us, and that guy on the upper level would just turn gods like us into cakes."

Lin Mo ignored their bickering and instead looked at Gao Tiantian's soul.

"What can you feel?"

Gao Tiantian, who was curiously examining the cage, scratched her head.

Now, nourished by the Soul Stone, she is an independent soul and no longer needs the power of the Blood Crusher to exist.

However, she is still just an ordinary person's soul, powerless and extremely weak.

She thought for a moment, then pointed her finger towards the outside of the cage: "I don't know either, but I have a feeling there's something familiar over there."

Lin Mo nodded in the direction she pointed; that was where the casino was located.

This suggests that there is some credibility to what Huan Yu said in the arena where he died.

Just then, the sound of chains dragging on the ground and the guard's gruff shouts came from outside the door.

The sound of a heart being cleaved came from the other end of the passageway, carrying an overwhelming sense of injustice and frustration.

"I'm being wronged! I just drew my sword, but I hadn't even struck yet, and I'm being sentenced to death along with him? Is that how the laws of your debauched land are written?"

The guard's stern shout followed immediately, accompanied by the sharp crack of a whip striking the iron bars.

"Enough nonsense! To publicly defy the Lord of Desire and Lust, you deserve to be killed ten thousand times over!"

The sound of chains grew closer as two guards dragged Zhanxin, who was tightly bound in shackles, past Lin Mo's cell.

The two stared at each other, their lips twitching.

Then the iron door to the next cell was pulled open, and then it slammed shut.

Once the guards' footsteps had completely disappeared at the end of the passageway, Zhanxin's voice came through the stone wall.

He kept his head down, but couldn't hide his eagerness.

"Bro, you have a way to get out, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so calm. You had this same expression on your face when you blew up half the island. Same thing this time, right?"

Lin Mo did not answer.

"Give me a straight answer. If it's true, say it is; if it's not, say it isn't. Let me die knowing the truth."

Zhanxin's voice already carried a hint of pleading. The Sword God's successor, locked in the next room, was pressing his face against the stone wall, his ears perked up, waiting for an answer from the other side.

But Lin Mo remained silent.

He wasn't sure if he could get out.

In the final moments before the Arena of Death collapsed, a faint fluctuation suddenly appeared in the soul connection between him and Yin Xue.

It is a signal that can only be perceived between soul-bound individuals.

That's the feeling I had when Mianmian entered.

This indicates that the blood has entered the crack.

He knew that if he died and the arena closed, the connection back to the Island of Indulgence would be severed again.

So at the last second, he changed all the commands of the clones and soul scouts left in the lower level to the same one.

If you encounter Yin Xue, tell her everything that happened on the Island of Indulgence.

But all of this will take time.

The clones are scattered throughout the lower floating islands, limiting the search range of the soul scouts.

Yin Xue had no idea whether he could receive this intelligence within three days.

Now everything depends on her.

This guy may not seem very reliable most of the time, but he gets serious when it really matters.

Thinking this, Lin Mo closed his eyes and began to rest, which was the only thing he could do for the past three days.

……

A day later, the casino in the Land of Indulgence welcomed a guest.

She was tall and slender, wearing a sharply tailored black leather jacket that accentuated her graceful and sharp curves.

Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders like flames, gleaming with a dark red sheen under the neon lights of the casino.

Behind her followed a massive black lion-shaped monster, a giant whose entire body was made of dark purple crystals, and a thick, three-headed python.

This combination drew attention from everyone in the casino; the pets were simply too eye-catching.

"Holy crap, where did these magical creatures come from?"

"It doesn't seem to be a local pet. Could it have been brought in from elsewhere?"

"This could definitely sell for a lot of money."

……

Yin Xue stood at the main entrance of the casino, listening to the discussions of the people around him.

She crossed her arms, her scarlet eyes scanning the densely packed gambling tables, roulette wheels, dice tables, and card tables in the casino lobby, and then her eyes lit up.

She patted the head of the lion beside her: "Now it's your turn to shine."

The three henchmen were taken aback for a moment, then revealed determined looks, as if they were ready to cause a big scene here.

Then, Yin Xue pulled him to the counter and exchanged him for chips.

With a storage ring full of chips, Yin Xue strode toward the nearest card table.

"Alas, Lin Mo, in the end, it all comes down to me."