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

Lin Mo pressed the gummy bear, "You call yourself 'I,' so you're the king here?"

The gummy bear nodded first, then quickly shook its head, its two bear paws waving frantically in front of its chest.

"No, no, no, I'm not the only king! Every island has a king. Father loves us very much. He chose a king for each island so that we could give our people the best life. This island is under my rule, the next island is under my second brother's rule, and the one next to that is under my third brother's rule. Every hundred years, we will gather together to hold a sweet crown competition to see who can govern the happiest people..."

Lin Mo frowned and turned to look at the various sizes and colorful floating islands of sweets in the distant void.

Each one has a similar gingerbread castle, and the top of each castle's tower shimmers with the glittering light of a candy cane tip.

Every island has a king, and every island has countless sweet fairies and cookie soldiers.

Benevolence has been practiced here for thousands of years.

His benevolence covered the entire uppermost sky, assigning a manager to every island, crowning each manager, and preparing cookies for every sweet-tooth elf.

"With so many islands, there must be someone who knows where compassion lies."

Lin Mo lowered the black sword from his shoulder, gripped the hilt tightly again, and spoke in a calm and cold tone.

"Since your father loves you so much, he should come out even if you were all killed."

The dark chocolate bean of the gummy bear suddenly widened its eyes.

Before he could even plead for mercy, Lin Mo had already transformed into a black shadow and shot off toward the next floating island.

Yin Xue spread his wings and followed closely behind, his blood magic whip leaving a dark red trail of flame in the void.

As she flew past the gummy bear still lying paralyzed on the edge of the ruins, she glanced down at it and a smug smile played on her lips.

"My Lin Mo is going to visit someone, bye-bye."

Seeing this, Mianmian quickly spoke up.

"Wait for me, Dad!"

As he spoke, he snatched the half-broken candy cane from the tower ruins.

Then the elementalized form caught up.

The God of War, his eyes gleaming, slung his battle axe over his shoulder and soared into the air: "This time we can really have some killing fun!"

The judge sighed helplessly: "Perfect, let's test this newly acquired ability."

……

I don't know how long they've been killing.

The king of the second island is a cream puff wearing a crown of strawberry jam.

The king of the third island is a waffle draped in a chocolate cloak.

The king of the fourth island is a marshmallow rabbit wearing a sugar crown.

The structures of each island are largely the same.

Gingerbread streets, cream flowerbeds, cookie soldiers, sweet elves, and a sweet king cowering in his castle.

Every Sweet King gave the same answer when Lin Mo pointed his black sword at their bellies.

My father disappeared hundreds of years ago, and no one knows where he is.

Lin Mo fought his way through more than a dozen floating islands of sweets.

The killing domain never receded in the void; wherever the crimson light curtain swept across, the Cookie Castle collapsed, the Caramel River dried up, and the Lollipop Forest was uprooted.

Mianmian was so full that she was patting her belly on Lin Mo's shoulder, with half a half-eaten biscuit remnant still in her mouth, mumbling indistinctly.

"I really can't eat anymore, Dad."

The tip of her blood-red whip was covered in various syrups. She flicked the whip, sending the cream and frosting stuck to it into the air. Unusually, she didn't tease him, but simply followed quietly behind Lin Mo. She was also tired of killing.

The God of War and Judgment emerged from the black sword and hovered behind the group. The God of War even began to stretch his shoulders; after fighting for so long, a thick layer of caramel had caked onto the blade of his Soul Battle Axe.

Lin Mo sat atop the ruins of the gingerbread church, which he had just cleared with a single sword strike, his black sword resting across his lap.

Beneath their feet burned eerie green soul flames, and in the distance lay the crumbling Biscuit City Wall, half of which had collapsed. A few sweet sprites, not quite dead yet, chirped faintly in the cracks of the ruins.

He had lost count of which island this was, and he was too lazy to remember.

From the streets to the castle, from the castle to the tower, from the tower to the cellar.

Every island follows the same process, and every king gives the same answer.

Benevolence is not here; no one knows where it is.

Just then, he finally noticed something was wrong and frowned slightly.

The perceptive Yin Xue immediately sensed the change in Lin Mo's emotions beside him.

"What's wrong? What did you find?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the Black Sword's upgrades seem to have slowed down."

Yin Xue scratched his head: "The Black Sword's enhancement? Doesn't this thing make you stronger by absorbing souls? The stronger the soul, the greater the enhancement."

Lin Mo nodded: "Each of these sweet-eating spirits is around level 50. In theory, one should provide a boost of over 100 to all attributes. I've killed hundreds of thousands or even millions of them. In theory, the power accumulated through soul absorption should be considerable, but the increase in internal power is almost negligible, so weak that he can't even feel it unless he carefully perceives it."

Yin Xue was even more confused: "Is there something wrong with those absorbed souls?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "That's possible."

He then sank his consciousness into the Black Sword space.

Within the dark blue domain woven from the laws of souls inside the black sword, the number of souls was indeed countless times greater than before.

Hundreds of thousands of pale blue lights densely covered the entire space, but their light was extremely dim, each one only having a faint trace of blue light, like a candle flame that could be blown out by the wind at any moment.

He reached out and grabbed one of the souls, pulling it from the black sword and examining it closely.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth, with an indistinct face, a thin build, and calloused hands; he looked like an ordinary mortal.

It is neither a warrior, nor a monster, nor any being capable of combat.

He's just an ordinary person.

He pulled out another soul, which was also an old woman dressed in ordinary cloth clothes.

Pulling another tug reveals a thin, young woman holding a semi-transparent infant soul in her arms.

Lin Mo remained silent for a few moments before withdrawing his consciousness from the black sword.

He looked down at the few sweet sprites still chirping weakly in the cracks of the ruins at his feet.

Split in two, it is using its last bit of energy to regenerate a new dough-like body.

They have no facial features, no expressions, only a mouth that keeps opening and closing, muttering incoherent phrases like "Don't be angry, new friend" and "Aren't the cookies tasty?"

A possibility took shape in his mind.

He was momentarily speechless.

Now, the Judge and the God of War also noticed that something was wrong with Lin Mo and came over.

Yin Xue asked, "How did it go? Did you find anything?"

Lin Mo murmured, "These sweet spirits were not created by benevolence; they are human souls. Each sweet spirit imprisons an ordinary person."

Upon hearing this, the group was stunned.

After a moment, the judge murmured, "We've killed over a million people... Just how many did Gao Yang kill back then?"