It's time to become an evil god.

It covered its ears, shook its head, and said dejectedly, "I don't want to hear either of them. Just let me go back to where I am."

"really?"

Bai Ge deliberately sighed and tentatively asked, "Haven't you ever considered working to buy your freedom and pay off your debts?"

He looked at Bai Ge and said firmly, "It's impossible for me to work. I will never work in my life."

"That would be such a shame."

Bai Ge pulled out a new phone and muttered to himself, "I was thinking that you might be too bored locked in the nuclear radiation alchemy furnace, so I gave you a nuclear radiation-proof phone and even subscribed you to a premium membership so you could watch anime on Bilibili every day. But now I think it's unnecessary."

"Wait, wait a minute."

Upon hearing that he could still use his phone to contact the outside world, the demon's previously gloomy and dejected expression instantly brightened up, like an addict seeing hope. He quickly grabbed Bai Ge's hand and nodded, saying, "Yes, yes, of course I want it! I heard that Chainsaw Man is about to be released. Although it's not from the same timeline, it's a true anime series that records the reality of us hell demons working as wage slaves in human society."

"What about the suggestions I made earlier?"

Bai Ge placed a thick stack of contracts in front of the Demon Lord and said, "Sign the contracts."

"This boss."

The Demon Lord carefully read through a few pages, then looked up cautiously and said, "Even the contracts we hell demons use to seduce humans into selling their souls aren't this long. And your 007 work hours plus unlimited working age make me wonder if the human world is truly a capitalist hell."

"Demons aren't human; they don't need rest."

Bai Ge waved his hand impatiently and asked, "Stop talking nonsense, are you going to sign or not? If you don't sign, I'm taking your phone away."

"Of course I signed it."

The fragment of the Demon Lord's soul muttered to itself, "I never thought that as the dignified Lord of Hell, I would have to sign a contract with an ordinary person just to watch anime on Bilibili. Where would I put my old face if word got out? What about my reputation among my followers?"

Ultimately, succumbing to the temptation of the monthly premium membership and the opportunity to use his phone, he signed the contract.

Mephistopheles.

"Mephisto?"

Bai Ge's expression faltered slightly upon seeing the name, but the Demon Lord's soul fragment, seeing the other's reaction, reverted to its usual arrogant demeanor as a demon leader. "What, you, a mortal, have also heard of my great name?"

Bai Ge shook his head. "No, I just thought of some guy who was beaten half to death by a fully armed hellish man."

"..."

"And let me correct you on one more thing: from today onwards you have to call me boss."

The fragment of Mephisto's soul instantly became displeased, "Shut up! I am a dignified..."

Bai Ge said casually, "Then I'll cancel your Bilibili premium membership for next month."

"Boss, boss, you're my real boss! My Bilibili premium membership is my lifeline, I'll work for you obediently right now."

The demon Mephisto immediately did a complete 180-degree change in attitude and asked, "Boss, just tell me straight, what kind of work do I need to do?"

"this."

Bai Ge took out the Anywhere Door and the Moon Phase Gyroscope from the mission path and said, "First, put these two items together for me. After that, we'll start a prop customization studio. For example, if a client wants a prop that allows them to enter the women's restroom or bathhouse invisibly, we'll transform them into a chameleon. If some clients want to experience the feeling of flying in the sky, we can turn them into an ultimate creature that has stopped thinking. If some clients are warmongers and want to gain the brutal power of killing, we'll send them to see the Blood God Khorne. In short, providing customized services according to the client's needs is the cultural tenet of our studio."

"boss……"

After listening to Bai Ge's suggestion, the demon Mephisto said weakly, "Actually, I don't object to you doing anime and manga subculture, but could you please not do subspace culture?"

Bai Ge brought the entire nuclear radiation alchemy furnace to the flea market. On the surface, it was a place for free buying and selling, but secretly it was a place for various organizations to exchange and steal intelligence. However, due to the special nature of the evolution game system, they could not install equipment to carry out underhanded operations; everything could only be communicated through notes and words.

The trading market has detailed, almost flawless regulations for organizing groups to set up stalls and shops. These regulations serve two purposes: first, to prevent large player groups from maliciously seizing resources and occupying spaces without contributing; and second, to prevent the market from experiencing a surge in malicious acquisition of items.

Bai Ge arrived at the southeast corner of the flea market. Since it was still early in the game, there weren't many items for sale. Most were auxiliary items that were better than nothing, so the stalls weren't very densely packed. After exploring around, Bai Ge found out that the shop opened by the Hymn Group was shop number six in the southwest corner. So, without hesitation, Bai Ge rented shop number eight, which was diagonally opposite shop number six.

The game points required to open a shop are deducted directly from the number held by the holder, thus giving Bai Ge a place in the market.

After completing the leasing procedures, Bai Ge went to the empty shop. Although everything seemed harmonious on the surface, undercurrents were surging beneath. Almost as soon as Bai Ge rented shop number eight, the intelligence personnel in the square had already relayed all the information back to the organization.

All sorts of eyes were fixed on Bai Ge along the way, but Bai Ge didn't care. After taking out the key, he opened the No. 8 pawn shop and pulled up the shutter door. Bai Ge took out the nuclear radiation alchemy furnace from the props inventory and placed it in the inner room.

While others on the street were speculating about what business this guy was in, Bai Ge casually hung up a sign on the wall.

We specialize in the repair, refurbishment, polishing, and waxing of nuclear submarines and nuclear warheads. We also buy and recycle second-hand aircraft carriers, clean aircraft carriers and maintain space shuttles, perform high-altitude cleaning and dust removal on satellite surfaces, and wholesale various nuclear warheads for fighter jets and bombers. Bulk discounts available! We also sell roasted pork cooked in a nuclear radiation oven, and accept custom props and human body modification services, especially skilled in artificial twin lengthening surgery.

The crowd silently took a step back as they looked at the green-glowing roasted meat hanging on the iron hook, which made a "clicking" sound when approached by the Geiger counter they carried.

Especially the Choir stronghold at shop number six across the street; it was obvious this guy was here to cause trouble. After a moment's thought, the cultist who was sitting at the shop door finally couldn't hold back any longer. He put on a hazmat suit, a gas mask, and a Geiger counter, walked up to Bai Ge, and asked, "Shopkeeper."

Bai Ge, who was dozing off while holding a fly swatter, lifted his eyelids, squinted at the guy in front of him, stretched, and asked, "What's up?"

The believer, speaking in a low voice through the gas mask, asked, "Do you usually only return to your home planet during your company's paid leave?"

Chapter 153 He wouldn't even dare eat shit, yet he claims to dedicate himself to the Master?

The shop's simple decor exuded a strong sense of eeriness. Grilled meat hanging on the walls seemed to be made from ingredients purchased from Fukushima. The inner room also emitted a strange, eerie green light that resembled deuterium. Although one is immune to any debuffs and damage within the flea market, things might be different once one returns to the real world. One might even experience an explosion of nuclear radiation, leading to organ failure.

Thinking of this, his gaze returned to the shop owner in front of him. The obviously fake face made it impossible to discern the other party's true identity, so he could only sarcastically remark, "I think your shop is up to the standard of the Tokyo Olympics."

"..."

Shop number eight was only vacant because the organization happened to lack the authority to fill it, and they had been expanding their personnel in an attempt to take it over. So the chorus member coldly said, "Although I don't know which enemy organization sent you, I advise you that the three or four shops around here are controlled by our chorus. If you don't want to cause trouble in the real world, you'd better get lost."

He said in a forceful tone, "Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what should we do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a similarly cold response from behind. The members of the Choir turned around and found that a large group of players from the Special Affairs Bureau had been blocking the door at some point. They had been tricked by the Choir earlier, which left the Eastern Special Affairs Bureau full of anger.

The chorus members then noticed that nearby stores had all shut down their shutters and gone offline, pretending not to have seen what was happening.

The alley was filled with players dressed in black suits and ties.

"Mr. Bai is our honored guest. I hope that everyone in the choir will try their best not to make any moves on him, okay?"

The choir members looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a stubble beard and weathered eyes standing on the roof. He had his hands in his pockets and looked down at the choir members through his hair. He took out a rather strange-looking M1911 pistol from his pocket and checked the bullets in the chamber.

The others' expressions hardened.

【Night Demon】

The existence of the Special Affairs Bureau is understandable, but why has this man, whom even Death couldn't take away, appeared?

Night Demon seemed unconcerned by the other's gaze and calmly said, "Otherwise, we can't guarantee that the Assassin Brotherhood won't do anything cruel to you."

"Amitabha Buddha, I heard that someone is causing trouble for Benefactor Bai?"

Members of the Special Affairs Bureau at the alley entrance made way for a group of Shaolin monks covered in gold powder, who carried benches and chairs into the alley and squeezed to the front to block the chorus members who were causing trouble.

"To go against Bai is to go against our Buddhist teachings; to go against the Buddhist teachings is to go against the Buddha; to go against the Buddha is to be an enemy of the Buddha."

Master Huigen, with his dignified appearance and imposing presence, said sternly, "Do you really think that I, the Buddha, travel the world by virtue of compassion? Believe me or not, I'll send you to the Western Paradise to see the Buddha right here and now?"

Surrounded by dozens of players, the members of the Choir frantically tried to contact headquarters for help. However, before they could even send out the request, a new wave of players arrived, and this time it seemed to be... those old lunatics from Endymion?

The little witch next to her grabbed her master's sleeve and pointed ahead, saying, "Teacher, teacher, these are the people who are going to bully the students you've chosen."

The few remaining chorus members were already trembling with fear, their legs weak. Finally, the person in charge of managing the flea market pawnshop rushed over, hastily stopping a potential fight. Even though player attacks were blocked, what would happen to their organization's reputation if all the chorus members were tied up and hung from lampposts as a warning?

The person in charge quickly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry everyone, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

"If your apology were enough, what would be the point of having us uphold justice?"

The Special Affairs Bureau, having been outmaneuvered, took this opportunity to vent their pent-up anger on them.

"So what do you want?"

The person in charge frowned. Originally, he had yielded because he wanted to compromise, but he didn't expect the other party to not only not appreciate it, but also to threaten him.

"How about I suggest a solution?"

Bai Ge, who was at the center of public opinion, silently raised his hand. Night Demon, Master Huigen, the witch, and the person in charge all looked at him at the same time.

Everyone knew in their hearts that once Bai Ge was about to say something, these guys had largely declared their social death.

"This scene reminds me of something that happened when I was in college. One day, my roommates and I went to bed. One of them, who went to bed early, suddenly started grinding his teeth, making a really loud noise. It sounded pretty creepy at the time, but none of us were really asleep, so we weren't too scared. Then, he suddenly sat up. It was so sudden that it startled us all. Then, in a low voice, he said something that we'll never forget."

Bai Ge paused deliberately. The person in charge, puzzled, frowned and urged, "What exactly did your college roommate say?"

Bai Ge said, "He said you didn't even leave me a bite of shit when you ate it?"

Upon hearing this, the person in charge's lips twitched. He had a very ominous premonition, as if he knew exactly what the other party was up to.

Bai Ge patted the person in charge on the shoulder and said in a friendly manner, "So I'm being very fair. Eating shit as an apology isn't too much to ask, is it?"

Although the flea market blocks player damage, eating feces is different from drinking pesticide and is not within the scope of damage calculation.

But it kills the person and destroys their spirit.

Upon thinking of this, even the players who had just joined in the fun changed their expressions and silently added this guy to their list of people they shouldn't offend.

"This is outrageous! You're pushing your luck!"

Upon hearing that they would have to eat excrement in public, the other chorus members immediately turned hostile, gritting their teeth and saying, "Absolutely not!"

"Manager, we'd rather fight to the death than suffer this humiliation!"

"Shut up."

The person in charge gave a stern rebuke, and everyone shut their mouths. He looked at the other person with worried eyes, sighed, and whispered, "I'm afraid even Zhong Kui would have to give way to this guy."

"Give it all to me."

Surprisingly, even the usually domineering person in charge had backed down. The others, who were still unconvinced, whispered, "But..."

"shut up!"

His expression changed, and he stared at the indignant believers, saying in a deep voice, "You don't even dare to eat shit, yet you have the nerve to talk about sacrificing yourselves for the Lord?"

Chapter 154 It's normal for a surgeon to have tentacles, right?

I've already written over a thousand words for the next chapter, but I have a thoracic surgery check-up at 8:30 tomorrow morning. My xiphoid process feels a bit swollen, and I'd like to get an X-ray, so I'm going to sleep now.

Although many of these players were seasoned veterans with strong mental fortitude, and while they initially felt physically uncomfortable with the rotting corpses, today's scene caused them both psychological and physical distress, nearly making them vomit up everything they had eaten the night before. Even Night Demon, who always walked in the shadow of death, couldn't help but shake his head, unable to bear the sight any longer, and covered his face as he left.

This guy even "kindly" gave a multiple-choice question, asking people to choose between poop-flavored chocolate and chocolate-flavored poop, which is really disgusting.

"I know that as believers, you probably secretly yearn to eat shit but can't express it. Today, I'll give you a chance to freeload. Cheers!"

The believers who were forced to eat shit were heartbroken and had to lie in wait. They were even being cheated out of food and drink. What normal person would want to eat that stuff?!

"Is it not enough?"