The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Xue Law suddenly felt grateful for the existence of the Venerable King, a true god who saved the universe. Even after saving the universe, his own concept became an evil god in the subspace, sealing all other monsters and demons inside the subspace barrier he created.

This led to the creation of the Star Squadron, an organization dedicated to tracing the movements of the King during his lifetime.

Because they are following the path of the Venerable King, they all have an unparalleled desire to save the world. Although their starting point may not be so pure, they simply want to follow the Venerable King's path to gain greater power.

That is, the more good deeds they do, the closer they get to the King, and the stronger they become. This increase in strength will then provide them with positive encouragement, motivating them to continue doing good deeds, to stand up for justice in the universe, and to emulate the King...

This creates a positive incentive cycle.

However, a gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. Whether the Starfleet imitated the King to gain greater power or genuinely did so to do good, it doesn't matter. In the end, they truly brought a rare order to the cosmic civilization.

Xue's Law gradually came to understand everything.

The Genesis in their hands is actually a ritual devised by the divine beings of Earth to imitate the King and thus achieve a closer connection with him.

This is now the third path, the one leading to the Venerable King...

……

Meanwhile, upon seeing the charred corpse on the ground, the Baron silently carried it to a pit and buried it...

"This ritual, none of us can escape it..." he murmured. This knight, who killed the viscount's entire family simply out of anger, who couldn't bear to see such a murderous demon's trial end with only demotion and exile, even after being exiled to the border where he could still lord it over others...

In the end, he chose to kill the entire demon's family, leaving no one alive, whether they were old, weak, women, or children, even if it meant giving up his own title!

But now, in the end, only I am left.

After burying the charred corpse, he looked up at the sky. It was almost dawn. He hadn't rested much for three days, and his pupils were bloodshot. He seemed somewhat deranged.

"Perhaps, there is still one last way to escape, and that is to build a ship..." he thought.

No matter how strange this place is, all he needs to do is build a ship and leave.

Despite having no weapons or tools, a smile crept across his face as he looked at the forest after the fire.

Soon, he found a tree that had not yet been burned through, as well as a cracked stone, and after making a stone axe, he began to polish it.

The tree was burned through in the fire, but not completely burned through. Its outside was completely carbonized, but the inside was not completely burned through, resulting in a very low density. If the trunk is hollowed out, it can be made into a very good dugout canoe.

So the Baron quickly finished making the canoe and gathered branches from the opposite bank of the river to make oars, thus completing his last tool for survival.

He pushed the boat into the river and let it drift downstream; the canoe simply carried him on the river.

Leave this island, return to the Death Cruise, and exact your revenge in the subsequent missions! Slaughter all those veterans!

The flames of revenge ignited in his heart, threatening to consume him completely.

He gradually came into view of the silhouette of the Death Cruise in the distance. It seemed that the cruise ship was coming to pick up these reincarnators as the mission was about to come to an end.

The baron rowed the boat with all his might, the oars in his hands almost leaving afterimages.

I must hide my anger and resentment, I must pretend to be a coward. I want revenge! I want revenge!

He kept giving himself hints so as not to reveal his true intentions when he met the group of senior figures below.

But fate had other plans. Just as he was about to reach the death cruise ship, it seemed as if a monster reached out from below and capsized his small boat.

The baron, clinging to the piece of wood, continued swimming towards the ship, determined to reach that place...

However, the veterans would not allow him to board the ship alive. The monster in the deep sea moved again, and in an instant, its arm dragged the man and the log into the deep sea. In the final prophecy, there were no requirements regarding how the "monster" would die.

As his entire body was dragged into the deep sea, the Baron's soul became twisted. According to the rules here, he would definitely transform into a monster, thus finding an opportunity to chase and kill that group of veterans, no matter where they were!

Even if they wish to go home and believe they are safe, they will still encounter this bizarre baron, plunging them into the deepest fear and squeezing out their last bit of value, ultimately leading to their death.

But in an instant, Xue Dinglu interrupted this strange change. He reached out and stirred the seawater, pulling it out of the sea.

"Get some sleep, Your Excellency. When you wake up, it will all be over," Xue Dinglu's voice rang out.

The light dispelled the alienation, and the Baron's soul was returned to the Holy Grail by Xue's Law. Thus, all the procedures of the ritual were completed.

Osiris, one of the seven evil beasts of humanity and a twisted beast, one of the three ancient Egyptian gods who was killed by his brother with hatred, entered the Baron's body.

"Crack!"

It seems that some non-existent sound was captured by the Mimic King.

"All the ritual procedures have been completed..."

……

"It's done!" The four veterans finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The “monster” does not specify how it dies.

Therefore, once the monster dies, the mission is completely completed, their final task is over, and they can leave this hellish place and return to their hometown, no longer suffering from eerie threats and the pursuit of death.

They also don't have to go through death missions every few months, thus forcing themselves to face the threat of death and monsters.

As for the deaths of these four newcomers?

No compassion.

They were dead, and to them, these four were merely tools to complete their ritual.

They had no idea that, according to the original plan, the baron would transform into a real "monster," allowing them to deliver a fatal blow when they felt safe after returning home.

This kind of death, delivered in what is perceived as a safe environment, is what the Seventh Apostle believed could generate the most fear.

Therefore, none of those he dragged into the death missions survived. The rumor that they could return to their hometowns and escape the death missions after completing nine missions was just a lie he released to give them a sliver of unrealistic hope.

But they didn't know that.

The entire Island of Wraiths seemed to be shaking, and the veterans all had extremely excited expressions on their faces. They would soon be able to leave this hellish place, soon be able to see their families in the real world, and soon experience the unparalleled sense of security that comes with leaving the mission!

This sense of security is exactly what they want most.

The great shaking of the Island of Vengeful Spirits gave birth to an indescribable tsunami, but the Death Cruiser remained as still as a pillar stabilizing the sea amidst the tsunami.

"He's here! The god has arrived!" The veterans laughed. After they had "perfectly" completed the ritual for this final mission, they finally saw the "evil god" who had built this death cruise ship and countless death missions!

……

“Here it comes. I have located the Seventh Apostle. So that’s how it is. It’s not that He has been running away, but that He has to absorb fear everywhere. So wherever there is fear, He has to go there as fast as possible to absorb it. He will never stop…” said the Mimic King.

At this moment, He was able to unleash His full computational power and said, "This is truly interesting. I even feel that the Seventh Apostle is dead, and the one now is not the original Apostle, but a terrifying evil god that has leaked out from the subspace!"

"Completely manipulated by his own power, he even abandoned his old profession of planting sacred trees in order to absorb fear, thus entering a vicious cycle..."

"He exploits the fear of others to absorb for himself, so that he will not be completely controlled by the power of fear. But this causes the fear threshold of those reincarnators under His control to keep rising. The rising threshold forces the Seventh Apostle to exploit fear even more ruthlessly. But if he exploits it to the point of numbness, then there is no fear left. So he has to use his authority to write this rule, to give them the only faint hope..."

"As for the final moment, let them experience their final fear amidst their hope..."

The Mimic King calculated the entire behavioral logic of the Seventh Apostle.

He has now been devoured by the power of authority, so despite his high ranking, his power is not even as great as that of the Eighth Apostle.

However, he had a way to mitigate the backlash of his authority: by absorbing enough fear to create this incredibly twisted death mission and the reincarnators under his control.

Furthermore, because of the need for even more fear, the treatment of these reincarnators has been reduced again and again. From the beginning, there was a Nightmare City, but later they came up with petty things like Death Cruise and Eerie Train, leaving the reincarnators with no place to sleep and rest properly.

"Therefore, even if the power of authority is very strong, I will not allow those children of the Star Squadron to use it. The price of this power is also extremely heavy. Even these apostles, do they control the authority? Or does the authority control them in turn?" The voice of the Mimic King rang in Xue Luding's ears.

Xue's Law: "..."

In a broader sense, everyone in the Starfleet also possesses the power of authority, which is the power of the King.

Since other authorities also correspond to an evil god in the warp, the Starship Corps clearly corresponds to the power of the King. Perhaps the logic that they can become stronger by doing good deeds and saving the world is simply that the King's authority is gradually increasing on them.

Even so, this power of the King, like other powers, can backfire. If they ever stop doing good and instead start doing evil and destroying the world, the power bestowed upon them by the King will definitely backfire, just like other powers.

They simply don't regard the power of the king as "authority".

However, Xue's law did not argue back.

At this moment, gray-green mist seeped out of every inch of soil and every reef of "Wraith Island" without warning, as if the island itself were a festering wound on a giant body.

The sea froze, the waves instantly turned to deathly silence, and the stars in the sky began to slide along trajectories that defied all astronomical laws, dragging out pale streaks of light, eventually converging into the outline of a huge, empty, distorted eye, indifferently looking down on this sea and the deadly cruise ship on it.

"Speak your wishes."

Chapter 457 Mimicry King, you schemed against me!

We did it! We finally did it!

Since joining this deadly game, they have had to use the only strange items available to carry out one death mission after another in this deadly dungeon. Many new people join each mission, but now, only the four of them are left, barely clinging to life.

The deep-seated fear and the mission that would mean death with just one wrong step weighed heavily on their hearts every moment, like a mountain that would crush them at any moment.

Even the captain who went through nine missions, protecting them all the way, and even stayed behind to hold off the Butcher at the end of the last mission, died in that world.

However, they still have one last hope: that by completing nine missions, they can enter the final trial and return to their homeland, no longer be hunted by death missions, and no longer live in constant fear of waking up each day one step closer to the next death mission.

And now, it's done, it's done, everything is done!

They completed their final trial and were finally able to escape this hellish place and return to their own world.

No matter the cost or the pain, using those four newlyweds as sacrificial offerings for the ceremony would not evoke even the slightest bit of pity in their hearts.

To survive, to live in a safe world, they will stop at nothing.

And now, they have finally succeeded!

Before the Lord of the Uncanny and the God of Fear, they finally achieved their goal and were able to make a wish.

At this moment, even the tough-guy merman among the four had tears welling up in his eyes—tears of joy.

The enormous, hollow, distorted outline of the eye in the sky indifferently looked down upon this sea, as if bestowing a divine decree directly into the hearts of everyone.

“Speak your wishes.”

A huge eyeball uttering such words.

At this moment, the Mimic King and Xue Law, both in the consciousness space, fell silent. They were both very familiar with this giant eyeball, to the point that they could know its details with just one glance...

That was the fragment of the King who once created the fairy tale world, and the King who now possesses the body of the Mimic King. It was called the "Evil Eye," a fragment of the King!

However, this is not the evil eye that created the fairytale world before, but another one that may have possessed its own consciousness long ago, and which opened up a new space at the intersection of this subspace and the real world, thus hiding itself...

The Seventh Apostle, Lord of Mysteries!

The origin of all the strange and demonic things, even the artificial gods in Su Su's hometown, were monsters created in imitation of the Seventh Apostle's strange followers, and they quickly fell after blocking the Seventh Apostle's attack.

That civilization that could create artificial gods also perished in the process of those artificial gods degenerating into demons!

At the same time, He also created such a vast space at the boundary between this subspace and the real universe, capturing so many humans from who-knows-where, and began to cultivate and extract fear from His authority here.