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Chapter 110 Criminal Statement

"Is God dead?"

Upon seeing this sentence, Ye Wen raised an eyebrow. If he remembered correctly, "God is dead" referred to humanity's abandonment of God in terms of faith, seeking self-worth in a reality without faith, and actively resisting nihilism. It did not actually mean that God had died.

But the problem is, this is hell.

God—or rather, the Lord of Heaven—is not an empty belief; He truly exists.

Ye Wen vaguely felt that the phrase "God is dead" might not be a philosophical metaphor, but rather a statement of reality.

That is to say, something has happened to the one in Heaven, the ruler of Heaven.

So he continued flipping through the pages.

Sadly, I can now be absolutely certain that He is dead, and what remains in heaven is nothing but an empty shell, because I have not received any punishment for committing such an evil deed.

I am deeply disappointed. When the all-knowing Lord is no longer omnipotent, and the omnipotent Lord is no longer all-knowing, how can I confront the madness within me in this state of bewilderment?

No one can restrain me, no one can correct me. I feel empty about my own existence, I am afraid of my own existence, and I have almost lost the motivation to move forward.

I have no future.

Ye Wen: "?"

He realized something was wrong when he saw this. Based on the clues he had, this was Goodzowin's testing ground, and it was only natural that Goodzowin would leave a diary here, right?

So here's the question.

Why would a werewolf from hell crave the constraints of the Lord of Heaven? Why is it that the existence of the Lord of Heaven is necessary for him to move forward?

Even if the Lord of Heaven hadn't met with any mishap, He wouldn't concern Him with matters of Hell, would Hell not exist if He were to.

It's illogical for Goodzowen, a werewolf from hell, to seek the laws of heaven, unless—

The person who wrote the diary was not Goodzowin at all, or rather, not Goodzowin as a werewolf.

Ye Wen turned to the next page.

Who killed Him? Who killed my beloved Lord? Who committed such a blasphemous and evil sin? I have no answer, my voice cannot reach the distant heavens, no god can answer me, those hateful birdmen are still singing, still flying, completely unaware that their Lord has long since died.

I hate this world, I hate the world that took Him away.

I am a sinner, a sinner who has committed grave errors, a sinner who has not received punishment or redemption. Since this is the case, I no longer need the formalities of clergy. I will turn away from the Kingdom of Heaven and return to the origin.

I will create the one and only supreme being.

However, I am far from enough now, and for that, I need to make some sacrifices. You will forgive me, won't you? My dear friend, Goodzowin.

Goodzowin's name appears for the first time, but in the name of a victim.

Please allow me to grant you the gentlest death. Do not be afraid, for death is like a cool summer night, a time for peaceful sleep. In the golden kingdom I have forged, your monument will stand forever.

Rest in peace, my friend.

Ye Wen: "————"

Sure enough, Goodzowin is dead.

If their fate is unknown, then they are dead. Having disappeared for so long in a place like Hell, even a well-informed succubus like Youjiu has no further information about them, so they could have been declared dead long ago.

Ye Wen already knew who wrote this diary.

He continued reading.

I want to banish that empty shell from the throne of heaven. I need a pure soul, two different lives, and finally, in the furnace of origin, to reach heights that no one has ever been able to reach.

I don't know how long it will take, or how much willpower it will require, but compared to the torment I'm suffering right now, it's as pleasant as a midday drizzle.

I feel genuinely relieved and joyful because I can finally move forward.

Sundays without God should just be destroyed.

I'm recording this not because I have a habit of writing a diary, but because I want to constantly remind myself that I am a sinner, and my golden kingdom has no place for a sinner like me.

If one day, someone sees everything I have written, if the golden kingdom has already been forged, then please ascend the steps of heaven, come to the grave of atonement, and give me, this sinner who deserves to die a thousand deaths, my last spit.

The diary ended there, containing a large amount of useless and overly hasty information, which Ye Wen did not read, but he already understood almost everything.

No wonder the heroine's guide shows Corday and Nangong Chiyue as the heroines; no wonder everything they've experienced so far has been so smooth.

Sinner? Punishment?

Does God have to exist for progress to be possible?

What an extravagant and arrogant idea!

Ye Wen casually tossed the diary aside, looking down at the black cat licking its fur at his feet: "Is this what you wanted me to see?"

"A statement of crime written by an arrogant and cowardly man?"

Frenda raised her head, her deep blue eyes fixed on Ye Wen, and then: "Meow."

She meowed.

Then, under Ye Wen's watchful eye, Flanda stopped licking her fur, leaped out through the hole she had come in through, and by the time Ye Wen peeked out, she had vanished without a trace.

"Alright."

Ye Wen pursed his lips and looked back at the aliens in the petri dishes. At first, he didn't understand, but after reading the crime statement, he understood everything.

These twisted and deformed creatures are all creations of the fusion of heaven and hell.

Including the angel bound to the cross and being tortured, this experiment in the testing ground is the fusion of heaven and hell.

Because the Lord died, He wanted to create a completely new Lord.

They not only want heaven, but they also don't want to give up hell.

They have both turned their backs on Heaven and Hell, and have blasphemed both Heaven and Hell.

Among clergy, this is probably the most blasphemous behavior and thought; no wonder he always called himself a sinner.

However, Ye Wen was not interested in any of these.

In his view, both heaven and hell are entities that need to be removed from this world; they are both abnormal distortions.

Heaven and hell are almost the same.

So he went to the petri dish, reached out without hesitation, broke it, and grabbed the tragic creation inside that was already dead.

"If you want punishment so badly, why not come to me?"

Ye Wen said matter-of-factly, "I'm more authoritative than God, aren't I?"

"You may be a dead God, but you still have me. I can be your guide and your sanctioner in life, can't I?"

Ye Wen smiled as he slowly and meticulously extracted the congealed blood from the corpse.

"Now."

"The time for sanctions has come."

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