It's time to become an evil god.

Enraged, Baphomet pulled out the contract, only then noticing that the name he had just signed with his soul imprint had somehow changed to the three characters "Sun Xiaochuan".

The contract did not bind the soul, and tearing up the contract would be useless, which means that the contract had just been manipulated.

"You dare to plot against the gods? I will make you pay with your blood!"

Baphomet was blinded by rage. Two green flames rose from his hands, casting a ghastly green light on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll show you what cruelty is."

"Oh, really?"

Bai Ge pointed to the tentacle girl who was still frantically sucking up milk tea through the straw and said, "The problem is that we are still in a dream, and it's her domain of consciousness."

"so what?"

Baphomet scoffed, rubbing his claws together, ready to tear the people in front of him to shreds. "You think I care?"

"I didn't even consider whether you cared."

Bai Ge remained polite and asked, "But Slow Sheep Village Chief, have you ever heard of the Second Dimension Evil God? This world of consciousness is the home ground of the Second Dimension Evil God."

"I'm not Slow Sheep Village Chief!"

Baphomet displayed utter disdain. Even in the dream world, he maintained the arrogant attitude of a god, pointing a finger at his face and coldly saying, "Come on, if you have the guts, hit me here. Don't hold back. I'd like to see what qualifications a wicked god who isn't even qualified to be a superior being of an independent race has..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw something reflecting light in the darkness. As footsteps drew closer, the outline of a human figure slowly emerged from the shadows—a bald man wearing a red cloak and a yellow bodysuit. His gaze fixed firmly on the demon Baphomet before him, he walked up to the monster and looked directly into its eyes.

Baphomet was enraged by the other party's offensive attitude. He raised his fingertips, which were burning with green flames, and said, "Has no one ever told you that you should not look directly at the gods?"

The other person simply raised his hand slowly, breathed on his fist, aimed it at Baphomet in front of him, and calmly said, "A serious punch."

After saying that, he punched Baphomet hard in the stomach.

Baphomet, who had thought he was unharmed, suddenly widened his eyes. A sharp pain spread from his lower abdomen throughout his body, and the green flames on his body teetered on the verge of going out.

His lower abdomen caved in, leaving an irreparable dent, and he lost his balance. Baphomet was extremely surprised; he was conscious and unafraid of any harm. Yet this time, he had suffered irreversible damage.

Baphomet was knocked to his knees by a single punch, his body swaying. He slowly raised his head, staring at the unremarkable man before him who hadn't even raised an eyebrow, and asked through gritted teeth, "Who exactly are you?"

"Boring."

The bald man clapped his hands, revealing his disappointment, seemingly very dissatisfied with Baphomet's performance. "I originally thought you would be an interesting opponent, but please, you're weak."

You're saying I'm weak?

Baphomet felt like he'd heard a really funny joke, and suddenly lunged at the bald man, shouting, "Today I'll show you what a Second Original Sin Demon really is!"

"Get out of my way."

The bald man kicked through the opponent's protective shield, and Baphomet's goat-like face made intimate contact with the shoe, leaving a clearly visible shoe print on his face. Humiliated by a lower life form, Baphomet no longer cared about anything else; it chanted a spell, attempting to tear the soul of the man before it to shreds.

Before it could utter the obscure and complex incantation, it was punched hard in the cheek. The ram-headed, human-bodied demon spun 360 degrees in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time due to the pain.

"No, it's impossible."

“He’s just a mortal, but I’m a Sabbath-dweller…”

The bald man flicked his yellow bodysuit, saying provocatively, "Didn't you see I'm wearing yellow?"

A terrifying thought flashed through Baphomet's mind, "Bald, yellow clothes, could it be that you are...?"

"You guessed right."

The bald, cloaked man turned and left, leaving behind a mysterious silhouette. He interrupted the other man, saying earnestly, "The Lord in Yellow."

"Grass."

Baphomet struggled to his feet, enduring excruciating pain, and couldn't help but retort, "Why don't you just say you're SpongeBob SquarePants?"

"And you... is this all you're capable of?"

Baphomet scoffed, "Although this isn't my dream world, I can still kill you if I get serious!"

However, the bald, cloaked man who called himself the Yellow King ignored the other's provocation and continued walking deeper into the dense fog. At this moment, a blue, spherical life form, much smaller than him, appeared before him. In Baphomet's view, this small, snowman-like monster hastily created by the Creator possessed virtually no lethality.

However, the bald, cloaked man very politely extended his hand, gave him a high five, and then brushed past him, offering a few words of encouragement.

"It's up to you now."

"Don't worry, when have I ever failed to satisfy anyone?"

The short, blue robot walked up to Baphomet, bowed slightly, and said earnestly, "Hello, my name is Doraemon. Nice to meet you."

What? This guy can actually summon Doraemon?

Upon hearing that name, Baphomet felt as if his heart had been instantly shattered, and he struggled to crawl backward.

Doraemon then very warmly asked, "Do you need any help?"

Baphomet let out a high-decibel scream.

"You, you stay away from me!!!"

Chapter 250 The Strange Events Escalate

To his utter astonishment, the appearance of Doraemon was like a bolt from the blue, striking him squarely in the chest. Baphomet had encountered this monster, capable of creating weapons that defied causality and the law of entropy, in another two-dimensional world. He had initially thought it was just a lighthearted, comedic world, until the other pulled out the Precognitive Notebook. If he hadn't chosen to escape to this world, he might have disappeared from that world forever.

The adorable Doraemon reached his round hand into his pocket and rummaged around inside. Baphomet nervously shrank back, trapped deep within the dream world woven by the Baku and the evil girl, with no way to escape.

Ultimately, Doraemon's spiritual power pulled out a strange bronze furnace from it.

"Super Copper Refining Furnace"

???

Everyone else had a question mark in their minds.

A super copper refining furnace? What kind of underworld artifact is that?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I took the wrong one."

While apologizing, Doraemon pulled another cauldron emitting a green light from his pocket.

"A nuclear radiation alchemy furnace!"

Doraemon opened the lid of the cauldron, pointed it at Baphomet in front of him, and said, "If I call you Slow Sheep Village Chief, would you dare to answer?"

Baphomet flapped his wings, his face contorted with rage, and roared madly, "How many times have I told you? Don't call me Slow Sheep Village Chief! I'm the Second Original Sin Demon, Baphomet!"

"Okay, Slow Sheep Village Chief, no problem, Slow Sheep Village Chief!"

"So, Chief Slow Sheep, do you believe in gravity?"

"gravitational?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Baphomet suddenly felt that the nuclear radiation alchemy furnace in front of him was like a bottomless black hole, constantly absorbing everything around it. As the attraction grew stronger, it began to struggle to run backward. However, what was unexpected was that even as one of the avatars of a high-ranking demon, it was unable to escape the gravity of the bronze furnace.

For the first time, it began to feel panicked and uneasy. The strong attraction kept drawing it closer to the alchemy furnace. It scratched at the ground, leaving ten terrifying marks.

His eyes were now filled with terror and despair as he pleaded, "Wait, I can still make a deal with you..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Baphomet disappeared from everyone's sight and was directly swept into the alchemy furnace.

This is a world filled with green light, and everywhere you can hear terrifying and painful wails.

"What kind of hellhole is this?"

Baphomet flapped its wings, trying to find a way out, but found that the world seemed endless, with no exit at all. Its expression slowly grew serious.

"There's no need to look for an exit; you can't escape."

Baphomet heard a helpless sigh behind it and quickly turned around. It saw a creature bound to chains looking at it with a pitying gaze.

"This is eternal hell."

The demon whispered in reply, "That man, more terrifying than the devils of hell, will force you to sign an exploitative contract, making you stay in this hellhole forever and work for him illegally."

Baphomet paused for a moment, then asked, "Him? Who is he?"

The man pointed behind him. "He's already here."

Baphomet suddenly turned around and looked behind him. Bai Ge, dressed in a black suit, top hat and monocle, appeared in front of him, his eyes fixed on Baphomet.

"You bastard!"

Baphomet tried to resist, but a contract was handed to it. Bai Ge said calmly, "I'm not a bad person. Don't say I didn't give you a choice. Sign this contract, and I'll spare your life."

"Party B has no social insurance and housing fund, no base salary, no holidays, no weekends off, no retirement, works 007 every day, completes the work assigned by Party A on time, actively and in excess, and creates the greatest profit for Party A. The termination date of the contract depends on Party A's mood, and Party A has the right to interpret all aspects of this contract."

Baphomet gasped, instantly understanding why the monsters around him were emitting desperate and painful howls.

Compared to this hellish place that exploits and squeezes out the surplus labor value of demons, hell that only harvests souls is simply heaven!

"boss."

Baphomet looked up, his eyes filled with fear, and said in terror, "Why are you capitalists even more ruthless than the demons of hell?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to sign or not?"

Bai Ge snapped his fingers, and instantly countless eyes opened around him, turning to look at Baphomet. Under those terrifying gazes, Baphomet silently swallowed, a sense of unease rising within him as he felt targeted by a monster.

It only experienced that feeling of terror and despair when it occasionally glimpsed a tiny fragment of the world's true face.

Under duress, Baphomet could only nervously pick up the unequal contract and quickly scribbled his name on it.

"grateful."

After forcing the other party to sign an unequal agreement, Bai Ge chose to leave the furnace and reappeared in a dilapidated courtyard.

At the same time, a system notification sounded indicating that the task was completed.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the death punishment mission.]

[Given the host's outstanding performance in the mission, you will be granted a chance to be resurrected in the next multiplayer cooperative scenario mission.]

"A chance to be brought back to life?"

Bai Ge was a little surprised. So far, none of the items introduced in the Evolution game have the ability to revive from the dead during missions. Having such an option made Bai Ge feel both happy and worried, since the next time he might face another high-difficulty nightmare mission against the ancient gods.

Having completed two challenging missions in a row—the City of Domino and the Cabin in the Woods—Baige's level had now reached LV14. However, he had no time to worry about anything else at the moment, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Never mind, I'll deal with it when the real mission comes."

At this moment, Bai Ge discovered that several memories that did not belong to him had appeared in his mind, which meant that he was now able to share consciousness and memories with Cui Mengmeng.

He was about to turn around and go inside when he saw the little fox and the paper effigy rushing out of the hall and running up to him. The little fox with orange hair waved its hands and said breathlessly, "Master, hurry, hurry, something terrible has happened!"

Bai Ge stared at the other person in surprise and asked, "What's going on?"

The paper effigy gestured hurriedly, and Bai Ge's face instantly darkened. "You mean, the strange events in Xu City suddenly escalated overnight?"