It's time to become an evil god.

The surrounding space inexplicably shook and vibrated, like the filthy whispers of a thousand voices overlapping, quietly rising in front of the supervisor.

His hands trembled as he gripped the armrests of the wooden chair, feeling the terrifying whispers assaulting his mind and reason. Though he didn't open his eyes, he felt as if he were in a terrifying hell, surrounded by the wails of souls falling into hell and the mad laughter of demons.

Ripples began to spread through the air, and a monster with a goat's head and a human body was teleported out of the space in front of Steve.

After the surrounding sounds disappeared, the supervisor slowly opened his eyes a crack and looked ahead.

The ram-headed, human-bodied monster sat upright on a lacquered brown wooden chair, crossed its legs, propped its elbows on the armrests, and held a red ancient book in its other hand. With its eyes narrowed and a half-smile playing on its lips, it turned its head and looked with interest at the middle-aged man who was trembling upon seeing it.

Not only Supervisor Steve, but everyone in the underground facility knew the identity of this monster and the terror and destruction it brought.

Baphomet, symbolizing the Sabbath Goat of the Second Original Sin, Envy, is the embodiment of all evil.

It was also the culprit that destroyed several major cities, including New York and Los Angeles, causing the deaths of millions of people.

This demon, which currently only knows itself to be Baphomet, is of extremely high rank. It is not from Earth, but from an unknown outer realm. Moreover, it is said that what descended here was not its true form, but only an avatar.

Even a single clone can turn the world upside down, doing whatever it wants without anyone being able to stop it.

It is said that Baphomet was not ultimately contained by humans through magic or other means, but rather because he simply got tired of the game.

To it, the living people in this world are like a giant anthill, and humans are ants that can be stepped on at any time.

The Baphomet before him was gentle and refined, showing no trace of the ruthlessness and brutality of the monster who casually slaughtered millions of living people.

It can even create a misconception.

This monster is just a gentle and harmless creature.

Baphomet spoke. Although Steve had seen all sorts of brutal monsters that only knew how to kill, this was the first time he had seen a demon that could speak human language and was also cunning and treacherous.

"Interesting. The first person I met wasn't Faust? Judging from the timing, it seems he'll appear later than I expected. But it doesn't matter, I have plenty of time."

Baphomet chuckled and silently shook his head. He gently closed the ancient red book in his hand, stroked his goatee, and calmly said, "But consider this a way to pass the time. Is there any secret you wish to know before you die?"

"you……"

Steve's hands were trembling, his mind went blank, and he felt as if he had fallen into some terrible trap. He mustered his courage and asked in a low voice, "What exactly are you planning?"

"Don't be nervous. Do you humans feel disgusted by an ant?"

Baphomet raised his eyelids, smiling as he looked at the pitiful mortal he had been toying with, and said with a smile, "I just want to tell you a secret."

"The so-called ancient god of the old era that you sealed beneath your feet and persisted in the sacrificial ritual has long since become a mindless, insane monster."

Chapter 237 Bilibili Mini TV

"What do you mean?"

Steve broke out in a cold sweat. The information revealed from the few words the other party uttered filled him with panic. For so many years, they had been conducting sacrificial rituals step by step, and had never even made contact with the evil god sleeping underground. However, judging from what Baphomet said, it seemed to know more than they, the Abyss Monitors, knew.

"The entropy increase effect means that everything is moving towards disorder. Even those gods who have been famous for a long time will gradually lose their humanity as time goes by. Reason is gradually eroded by madness. In the end, they are no longer gods, but completely degenerate madmen."

Steve was increasingly confused and tentatively asked, "What does all this have to do with us?"

"It really has little to do with you or the world."

The other person gently shook their head and said, "Some worlds are replica worlds that are created and destroyed at will, and everything is just data arbitrarily fabricated by the system. But some worlds are real parallel worlds, and these so-called parallel worlds are pure prisons."

"prison?"

Steve was increasingly confused. "What prison?"

"A prison that holds things that humans cannot understand."

The ram-headed, human-bodied monster pulled a pocket watch from its inner pocket, glanced at the time, and said, "If you want to see the truth of this world, I can give you a chance to witness the real secret, but this is not free; you will need to exchange your soul for it."

Baphomet's request was incredibly tempting, and after a moment's hesitation, Steve finally made up his mind and said, "I want to see the truth of this world."

"very good."

He snapped his fingers, extended his sharp-nailed index finger, and gently tapped the spot on his forehead where the pineal gland was located.

In an instant, countless terrifying images surged into the depths of Steve's mind: a gigantic, undefined mass of flesh, hidden deep within the Mohorovičić discontinuity, was frantically rubbing against the rough granite walls, roaring in fury. It was as if just a glance was enough to rob him of his reason, turning him into a dazed, mindless zombie.

Steve struggled to break free from the horrific images. He gasped for breath, his heart pounding wildly. He had never imagined such a scene of human destruction.

Baphomet said slowly, “The original sacrificial ritual was to suppress the monster’s resurgence and disrupt the positions of the stars. What we need to do is release the chaotic and disorderly evil god that you are guarding from its sealed state. And what we need to do is stop the sacrificial ritual from being completed.”

Steve finally understood Baphomet's intentions. "You want to release the evil god? I..."

"It is not that I want to release the gods."

Baphomet pointed at Steve and said, "It is you, the kin of the evil god."

"What a joke, how could I possibly..."

Before he could even speak, Steve suddenly felt a strange itch all over his body, forcing him to scratch his cheeks and arms. However, the more he scratched, the itchier it became, and the more he scratched, the more he frantically tore strips of skin off his body like newspaper.

"It's so itchy, it's really so itchy, why is it so itchy?"

"Ugh~"

Steve's voice grew increasingly agitated. He felt something in his mouth and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, along with several teeth that rolled to the ground.

What exactly did you do to me?

"I forgot to tell you something before. Once you accept the whispers and listen, some people with high spiritual vision have a certain probability of being transformed into a familiar. Do you feel that your consciousness is gradually becoming blurred and you are forgetting many things?"

At this moment, Steve's entire face was swollen into a huge ball, his glasses on his nose were crushed, and his arms were mangled and bloody. Among those horrifying wounds, there were strange eyeballs that were constantly rotating.

"You... bastard, I..."

pat.

Baphomet snapped his fingers lightly and said calmly, "Every knowledge you've gained comes at a price."

Steve felt an endless weariness wash over him, as if some voice was urging him to fall asleep. His eyes became dull and lifeless, and he seemed to become sluggish and listless. Then, he suddenly stood up from his chair and let out a frantic roar.

A sharp and frantic roar suddenly erupted inside the shelter, as if a wild beast had been startled.

Then the red lights flashed and the sirens blared.

……

The forest had become a true forbidden zone of death, echoing with agonizing screams. A heavily made-up clown, leading a red balloon, walked deep into the forest, a chilling and terrifying smile playing on his lips, slowly making his way through the thick, miasma-filled fog.

Suddenly it seemed to see a group of people appearing not far away. It slowly hid behind a dead old fir tree, holding a blood-stained knife in its hand, ready to give everyone a surprise.

Just as he was quietly waiting for the footsteps to approach, a pure white unicorn suddenly rushed past him in terror, its horn violently torn off, leaving a trail of blood on its head. It disappeared into the depths of the dark forest in the opposite direction without stopping.

The clown was a little stunned. Just then, he heard a rustling sound in the tree, and a drop of blood fell down and landed on his forehead.

The clown slowly raised his head and saw a living person hanging upside down from a tree like a bat, holding two bloody, sharp steel bars in his hands, watching him with a smile.

For some reason, seeing this scene suddenly made its heart skip a beat.

At this moment, the clown's little head was filled with great confusion; he couldn't understand it at all.

He was supposed to be like a monster from a horror movie, scaring the victims out of their wits, making them run around in panic, and enjoying their desperate and remorseful faces. However, none of these imagined scenes came to pass.

Bai Ge smiled slightly and plunged two steel bars into the clown's head, instantly causing blood to splatter and brain matter to fly everywhere.

The clown's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

At this moment, the group behind him silently walked over. When Maddie saw the clown lying dead behind the fir tree, he tentatively asked, "Wait, what the hell is that?"

"nothing."

Bai Ge clapped his hands and explained casually, "Bilibili Mini TV."

Chapter 238 The Hellish Waters of Guangdong

At this moment, the entire forest became a world shrouded in death. The little girl, trembling with fear, covered her head and hid in a tree hole, her ears filled with wails and screams.

pat.

Suddenly, a bloodied, grotesque head arced through the air and landed with a thud in front of her. It was her neighbor, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre killer, who had been imprisoned in the room next to her; now, all that remained was a bloodied head and a mangled, muscular spine.

The little girl covered her mouth tightly, afraid to speak. She quietly crawled out of the tree hole, suppressing her voice as she slowly made her way towards the hut, trying to escape the horrific victim before being discovered by the monster.

She hadn't crawled a few steps forward when she saw a pair of blood-stained leather shoes appear in front of her, and the little girl stopped.

He slowly raised his head.

At that moment, she felt hell beckoning to her.

A young man in a blood-stained white coat stood before her, head bowed, smiling slyly. The coat was covered in countless bloody handprints, but the little girl clearly remembered that it belonged to the mad electrotherapy doctor, Mr. YOUNG.

Reaching out from behind her back, Bai Ge held a contraption that appeared to be wrapped with Tesla coils, modified to resemble a miniature Tesla coil from Red Alert. Bai Ge crouched down, gently patted the other person's head, and removed the white smiley face mask from her face. Bai Ge said softly, "Little one, I suspect you're addicted to the internet."

The little girl shook her head frantically, indicating that she was perfectly normal and had no tendency toward internet addiction whatsoever.

"It's ok."

Bai Ge gently took the knife from the other person's hand, then took out a cell phone from her pocket, placed it in the other person's hand, and said slowly, "You have it now."

Are you fishing here?

“FU…”

Before he could even utter a standard curse, a powerful electric current surged through his body, causing him to convulse instantly and emit wisps of smoke. Even the blonde girl in the main character's group couldn't help but click her tongue and look away, muttering under her breath, "That's just too cruel."

"It's not cruel at all. I'm just training her physique for e-sports competitions from a young age."

Bai Ge said seriously, "And I'm also a kind-hearted guy who releases animals. In my spare time, I release poisonous spiders, centipedes, cobras, sewage, industrial toxic waste, and so on. I even think the Japanese are too cruel, so I feed the Godzilla in the sea with their radioactive waste and the like."

Especially when releasing fish, I'll grab their tails and whip them wildly across the surface of the water, trying to release them 34 times a minute. This way, I can exploit a bug and repeatedly use it to accumulate good karma.

"..."

Everyone silently moved a step away from Bai Ge, even the Hell Monk and Oink. You could never imagine what kind of abstract life a man who dared to add rat poison to meat soup would create next.

"I take back what I just said."

Oink calmly put away his axe and said, "He's the most perverse of the few truly insane people I've ever met."

The forest was filled with the lingering stench of blood. The monsters that had been furious and ready to rush out to cause trouble for the victims were now either dead or maimed, leaving only their pitiful howls echoing through the forest.

"We've arrived."

They arrived at the entrance of the lakeside cabin, at which point Bai Ge realized that the so-called lakeside cabin was just a code name. It was actually a modern building disguised as weeds and mud.

Roughly square in shape, occupying a vast area, it is entirely constructed of reinforced concrete, with only a small row of transparent windows at the top of the outer walls. Nestled within this dense, tree-lined forest of death...