Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Downtown, Church District.

Kong Jiu sat in front of the mutton soup stall as always, calmly watching the two waiters hand bowls of hot soup to the ragged refugees.

He set a rule: if the boss liked a customer, he would give them soup for free; otherwise, he would sell it at half price.

The boss was none other than Kong Jiu himself, and his method of judging "pleasing to the eye" was very simple.

Has the health bar dropped below the kill threshold?

Yes, they'll give you free mutton soup and three flatbreads.

Nearly half price at the cutoff line, only two Bitcoins were given.

As for those whose health bars far exceed the kill threshold? Sorry, Kong Jiu has never seen such a person come to the lower city to buy mutton soup.

He continued to collect nearby corpses as usual, exchanging them for money with the school; he would also take away dying people from the church and give them to Jack.

Professor O'Fawi respected Congo's choice, but in order to reduce his burden and risks, he negotiated with the police to have him no longer assist as a temporary forensic pathologist.

For Kong Jiu, not having to face those mountains of corpses and seas of blood was probably the only change in his life.

Oh, and there are more refugees too.

Even though he hadn't been to the fire scene much lately, Kong Jiu still heard a lot of rumors from the refugees who came to the church district to receive relief.

"The Mad Dragon Church on Baylor Street has been swallowed up by the Purple Light Cult. Dozens of people were burned alive in Baylor Square last night, and their screams echoed all night long!"

"Didn't the Purple Light Cult just wipe out the Leatherworking Cult's stronghold the day before yesterday? How come they've also taken over the Mad Dragon Society?"

"Who knows? I heard that Farah, the leader of the Purple Light Cult, is almost a D-level psionicist. One look from him can turn someone into a bloody mist!"

"Level D? Really? My God, aren't the upper-middle-class gentlemen going to step in and do something about it?"

"Idiot, why would a man do such dirty work with his bare hands? He'd definitely use gloves!"

"You mean those gangsters who've been on drugs lately, their veins bulging, and they're showing off everywhere?"

"What else? They're all forcibly conscripting people from the slums. If I hadn't sworn to Brother Jesus never to touch any enhancers and hadn't escaped to the church district, I probably would have been taken for re-education long ago!"

"With a physique like yours, you're only fit to be cannon fodder, aren't you?"

The number of homeless people and refugees in the church district has visibly increased.

In order to exchange intelligence, they spread various battle reports everywhere, and these reports drifted into Kongjiu's ears with the wind and snow.

The rest of the city is now in complete chaos.

Every day, while driving his hearse and occasionally scavenging remains on the streets near the church, Kong Jiu could always see flames shooting into the sky in the distance, accompanied by faint wails.

With the cultists and gangsters locked in a fierce battle, it's unlikely that Kong Jiu will be asked to collect the bodies before the riot ends.

However, Kong Jiu had informants within both sides.

But whether it was a cult or a gang, the messages from their informants were remarkably consistent:

"Kong, we'll definitely win! The enemy leader's head will make a nice souvenir; you'll have to help us with the preservation!"

Kong Jiu was both amused and exasperated.

He didn't know whether to be grateful that both sides still maintained some respect for him, or to feel absurd about their blind self-confidence.

In any case, more and more people are coming to the Prophet's Church for refuge.

Cults need living sacrifices to enhance their spiritual power, and those who already possess spiritual abilities can be recruited as followers.

Gangs need manpower to handle weapons and miscellaneous tasks. If someone is physically fit enough, they can be injected with enhancement agents, undergo modification surgery, and be recruited as combatants.

In short, both cults and gangs are arresting people.

As a result, civilians from all over the country were fleeing.

Initially, there were only about a hundred refugees suffering from the cold in the church.

Now, however, it is packed with nearly two hundred people.

As Su Fu watched these displaced people from the lower city gather here due to the clashes between cults and gangs, his aged face deepened with worry.

These are merely "holy people" who are allowed to enter the Prophet's Church to escape the cold, avoid the enhancers, and refrain from evil.

They were fortunate to receive relief from Kongjiu, with daily mutton soup and flatbread, as well as some warm clothing.

Many more refugees could only set up countless small tents in the church district to barely find shelter.

However, being allowed to take refuge in the church came at a "price".

All the refugees huddled within the Prophet's Church knew who would get their remains after they died.

But who cares?

In a time when even living is difficult, who would care about what happens after death?

If refugees freeze to death on the street, wouldn't they be taken away anyway if Kong Jiu confirmed they had no household registration?

On the contrary, Kong Jiu delivered supplies and mutton soup as relief, and even took away the remains of refugees when they were on the verge of death, so that they could make the most of their remaining life. He won the respect of many people.

These people from the lower classes have experienced too much suffering. Some were laborers in cults, and some were gangsters.

But here, Kong Jiu treated them all equally and never made any improper advances towards them.

Among the refugees, a nickname for Kong Jiu quietly began to circulate:

The Angel of Death.

This title came to Su Fu's attention unintentionally.

Su Fu took this very seriously and immediately sought out Kong Jiu to inform him of the matter.

"There is a small group of people who are putting you on a pedestal."

Su Fu paused, his tone growing increasingly heavy as he spoke.

"Kong, this is no small matter."

Kong Jiu showed an indifferent expression.

He was an atheist and did not take this matter as seriously as the prophet Sushma did.

However, out of respect, he still asked, "What will happen?"

Su Fu put down the book he always held, opened the pages, and pointed to a line of text:

"Kong, do you in the East have the concept of a 'Sea of ​​Chaos'?"

Kong Jiu was about to shake his head when he suddenly stopped.

He remembered that Li Yingying seemed to have mentioned this name before.

The Ocean of Chaos seems to be another name for the subspace?

He nodded immediately, indicating that he had heard of it.

Sof's expression turned solemn: "That's the problem. If more and more people believe you are the 'Angel of Death,' then your image in the Sea of ​​Chaos will truly become what they imagine!"

This doesn't sound like anything scary.

Kong Jiu pondered for a moment, then asked, "And then?"

Su Fu continued, "If you are already in your fifties or sixties, it won't matter."

"But you're only in your twenties. Imagine if, in the distant future, you became a god, able to traverse time through the Chaos Sea to guide your past self. Do you think He would approve of you?"

Kong Jiu was slightly taken aback, but gradually came to his senses.

"You mean... the future 'me' will come back and correct me?"

Su Fu nodded, his tone resolute: "Neither humans nor gods can empathize with their past selves."

His expression was extremely serious. "If the 'you' in the Sea of ​​Chaos is forced to become what they imagine, it will do everything in its power to contact the real you."

"Then you in reality will also be forced to awaken your psychic powers and connect to that chaotic sea!"

Kong Jiu gradually came to his senses.

Forced to awaken psychic powers?

Now that you've covered the advantages, why don't you mention the disadvantages?

It was Su Fu's next words that truly woke him up.

"Do you really think that awakening psionic abilities is a good thing, especially in the current Lower City where psionicists are being used as fuel by cults?"