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

Lin Mo sat cross-legged on a wooden chair in the corner of the tavern that was missing a leg and propped up with bricks.

The divine essence crystal in his hand had lost all its luster and turned into a transparent empty shell.

He slowly opened his eyes, casually placed the empty shell on the table, and the newly integrated power within his body was slowly calming down in his meridians.

I've leveled up again, and I'm one step closer to level 100.

In the tavern's main hall, Bloodlust, War God, and Judgment sat around a crooked wooden table.

Several pieces of tattered paper, which I don't know where they came from, were spread out on the table.

The paper contained a simplified diagram of the three layers of the divine realm, drawn from memory by the judge.

The lines are crooked, but the marked area of ​​influence is clear.

Yin Xue leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, his little face unusually devoid of its usual arrogant smile, instead displaying a sullen expression of being stumped.

The God of War leaned the Soul Battle Axe against the table, his thick arms crossed, his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly, clearly indicating that they hadn't reached any conclusions in their discussion.

The goddess of judgment lightly tapped the top of the diagram with her finger, a rare hint of solemnity flashing in her gray eyes.

Lin Mo got up and walked to the table, casually pulling over a chair to sit down: "What results did you come up with?"

Yin Xue shrugged, spreading her small hands, her tone clearly showing displeasure.

"I have no clue."

Lin Mo turned to look at the trial.

The judge pushed the tattered piece of paper with a simplified diagram of the three layers of the divine realm in front of Lin Mo. His gray hair fell over his shoulders, and his voice was calm and clear.

"The divine realm was originally divided into three levels: the lower level was the prison level, where the original gods were imprisoned; the middle level was the pleasure level, where those gods who voluntarily submitted to Gaoyang were placed; this was the island of indulgence before; and the upper level is where you are going next, where benevolence is."

The God of War took over the conversation.

"He is Gao Yang's merciful emotional alter ego, and also the strongest of the four guards left behind by Gao Yang. We don't know much about him. It's not that we don't want to know, but that the gods who were targeted by him back then basically didn't come back alive."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Stronger than lust?"

It took him a lot of effort to achieve his desires.

He was stripped of his power, imprisoned, tied to the execution ground, and nearly beheaded in public.

In the end, the situation was turned around thanks to Yin Xue leading the entire Star Elf race to the rescue.

If benevolence is stronger than lust, then the difficulty of the next battle is self-evident.

The God of War nodded, his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly, and his voice, unusually, lacked its usual rough and teasing tone.

"Much stronger. I admit that pleasure can enslave all mid-level gods, but back then, most of those high-level gods were imprisoned through benevolence. We don't even have the right to know the specific methods."

Lin Mo frowned: "How much do you know about his methods?"

The judge took over, his finger lightly tracing the blank space at the top of the diagram, his tone still displaying the precision and restraint of someone in the judge's seat.

"His specific fighting style is unclear, because most of the people who have seen him fight at full power are already dead. The only known information is two: first, he can turn any object into a sweet treat; second, he has an extremely large army of sweet treat spirits by his side. As for Ren'ai's melee abilities, law resistance, and weaknesses, these are currently unknown."

Lin Mo remained silent for a moment, then nodded after processing all the information.

"In that case, let's wait until we actually meet before we talk about it."

He stood up, picked up the black sword from the table and hung it at his waist, then turned and walked towards the tavern entrance.

He pushed open the wooden door, the hinges making a harsh creaking sound.

Outside was a hazy void where the remains of the Island of Indulgence still floated.

The twenty-four pebbles remained suspended in place.

Twenty-four ordinary people each sat on their own piece of gravel, less than five meters square.

Some people were curled up in a ball, hugging their knees.

Someone was lying on the edge of the rubble, peering into the depths of the void.

Some people lay motionless on the rubble.

A thin young man had just jumped off the edge of the rubble, trying to end his endless prison sentence by suicide.

His body was crushed in the void by the invisible power of laws, and then a wisp of pink flame reignited on the rubble where he had been standing.

His figure materialized again, sitting unharmed in the same spot, his hands behind his head, his lips moving as if he were muttering something.

The people on the other pebbles looked up when they heard the noise, glanced at Lin Mo listlessly, and then lowered their heads again.

Lin Mo ignored them and hopped onto the manta ray that had been waiting at the tavern entrance.

Yin Xue flew out of the tavern and landed on his right shoulder, while Mianmian poked her head out from his left shoulder. Judgment and War God transformed into two streams of dark blue light and disappeared into the black sword.

The manta ray spread its large wing membranes and silently rose into the void, flying towards the even denser, darker sky above.

The uppermost level is where Gaoyang's former temple once stood, the territory of benevolence.

……

Not long after the manta ray flew upwards, black dots gradually appeared in the hazy gray sky above its head.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be islands.

The density is even higher than that of the lower layers.

But these floating islands are completely different from the lowest level of the prison.

There are no black rock formations, nor steel and concrete walls that have been used to crush the earth.

Instead, it's an island made up of sweets.

Each floating island is like a giant dessert platter.

A waterfall of cream flows over the chocolate-colored hills.

The lollipop forest rises from the ground covered with icing.

The river wasn't filled with water, but with thick caramel, which flowed through the air, leaving behind golden threads.

On a large floating island in the distance, there is even a castle made of gingerbread and butter.

Mianmian's eyes widened instantly.

She clung to Lin Mo's shoulder, her two front paws gripping his collar tightly, all eight of her eyes shining brightly, and drool dripping from her mouth, soaking a large patch of Lin Mo's shoulder.

"Lollipops! Cookie wall! Is that a river of butter? Daddy, look over there! That mountain is chocolate! Daddy, can we have a bite? Just one bite..."

Lin Mo ignored her.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the black sword.

"These islands...are they all creations of the law of benevolence?"

The judge's expression was solemn: "That's right, everything here is covered by laws. It's already exaggerated enough that the laws of pleasure cover an entire island, but this guy's laws cover the entire upper area."

The God of War's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"Ren'ai is the strongest of Gaoyang's four guardians, so it's not surprising that his law domain can cover the entire uppermost airspace. Back then, he could flood an entire main island of the God Realm just by the number of Sweet Sprites. Before you understand the situation, it's best not to touch anything on the island."

Lin Mo gestured for the manta ray to move to the nearest floating island.

The moment I landed, I felt a soft, slightly bouncy sensation under my feet.

The entire floating island is like a giant cake.

The buildings on both sides of the street are gingerbread houses, the windows are solidified sugar sheets, and the streetlights are twisted toffee candies.

The air was filled with an overly sweet, cloying aroma of baking, which could make you drowsy if you smelled it for too long.

The Goddess of Judgment floated behind Lin Mo, her brows slightly furrowed: "The density of laws here is even higher than on the Island of Desire, but... there's no hostility. At least not for now."

Before he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the end of the street.

It felt like a horde of things was surging in from all directions.