Sir! Don't close the net!

Others who hesitated were also subconsciously led by example, raising their right hands and shouting along.

"Down with the King in Yellow!"

"Destroy the King in Yellow!"

Just when Servi thought the situation was settled and was preparing to quickly pronounce the charges to prevent further accidents, an unexpected incident occurred: a ragged man with disheveled hair barged in.

"It's all a lie—it's all a lie!"

Selvi frowned and looked over, about to loudly rebuke the other party for their appalling behavior, but gasped the moment he saw the other party's face.

What an ugly face it was, with distorted features and all sorts of ugly wounds, as if someone had forcibly torn off its skin.

The man looked around before his gaze settled on one person. He roared angrily and grabbed the person's face.

"Take it off! This isn't your face! This is mine, my brother Zieg Slow's face! It doesn't belong to you!"

Chapter 174 Don't Go Mad in Your Own World

Zig...

Li Yili tilted her head slightly and looked over, her eyes widening slightly. Ripples appeared in the calm world, and these ripples continued to rise amidst the noise, eventually turning into giant waves.

Zig, tall, loving, fat, thin, Zig everywhere.

younger brother……

That's Zig's brother, Bert Slow.

Before Li Yili could sort out her thoughts, she felt a sharp pain, as if an electric baton had been stabbed into her head and was being vigorously stirred. She couldn't think straight, and even her vision gradually became blurred.

He already knew the outcome, but he couldn't accept it, so he instinctively chose not to think about it and arrive at this conclusion.

"You're insane—that's my face!"

Zig, whose face was being pulled, tried to push Bert away with his fists and feet, but Bert still held on tightly to Zig's face. Blood seeped from the corner of his eye, and with a tearing sound, Bert staggered back several steps and sat down on the ground with a face in his hand.

Li Yili's eyes widened. Servi paused for a moment, then took a step back, covering his face and shrugging slightly, while the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Success, it's already a success..."

Balan stared blankly at the man whose mask had been torn off, his mouth slowly opening wide.

"No...face, a faceless man?"

Indeed, the man whose mask was torn off by Bert had no eyes, no nose, and not even a mouth. He was just a smooth, nauseating lump of flesh. Nothing could describe this man better than the Faceless Man.

“Ha…hahaha—I knew it,” Bert swayed as he stood up, pointed at the Faceless Man in front of him, and then at the other people wearing the Sieg mask.

"You...you've all become like this! You've become faceless freaks!"

"We've been scammed! There's something wrong with that potion!"

"We will lose our face!"

Amid Bert's heart-wrenching cries, many of those who had been stunned came to their senses and removed their masks. Like the man whose mask had been torn off, they had lost their facial features and were left with only bare chunks of flesh.

No, Bert, they didn't turn into freaks...

Li Yili exhaled a long breath and looked up at the ever-present starry sky.

"Ah—what a terrible anomaly!" Selvi raised his hand to his chest, feigning regret. "All of this was caused by the Yellow King!"

"Very good……"

Selvi's expression changed, and he stiffly turned his head to look over, but all he saw in front of him were faceless people. Bert also stared blankly at the faceless residents of Instas in front of him.

Very good……?

What are they talking about?

"Finally, I got rid of that annoying face."

"That way everyone will be completely the same..."

"I can be...anyone!"

Amidst the increasingly undisguised cheers, a faceless figure began to change; smooth flesh began to writhe, and eyes, a mouth, and a nose gradually emerged.

A face appeared.

That's Zig Slow's face.

There were no special energy fluctuations; it was as simple and natural as beckoning a finger.

Bert felt as if a string in his head had snapped. He wanted to roar, but it was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it impossible for him to make a sound or even move his body.

More faceless faces began to change, including McCarthy, Joshua, Austin, and even the faces of fire sprites and employees of Sheep Village Logistics.

"This is the blessing of the King in Yellow—"

A chill ran down Servi's spine. Just as he was about to speak to correct her, the residents of Instas, who had reverted to their faceless forms, knelt down with their hands on the ground before Li Yili, who was wearing a yellow raincoat and a mask on the execution platform.

Bert glanced down at the mask in his hand, then stiffly turned to look at...

Li Yili forced a smile that was more awkward than crying onto her ugly face.

"Mr. Li Yili... Zig is dead..."

"On the day he achieved his dream, he committed suicide... The dream he achieved no longer belonged to him."

"Mr. Li Yili, why did this happen..."

"Why does something like this exist in this world... that only tarnishes other people's dreams..."

Beneath the mask, Li Yili's pupils contracted sharply, her fingers cracking as she separated them, Jeff's words echoing in her ears.

Don't go crazy in your own world.

"wrong--"

The sea, shimmering from being covered by a transparent message in a bottle, began to boil.

Standing on a giant rock on the beach, holding her hair and gazing at the starry sky, Nayak turned her head slightly and leaped towards the shimmering sea. As her silver-white hair flew, strange chunks of flesh oozed out, and her petite and charming body was swallowed up by the eerie chunks of flesh in the blink of an eye.

Bubbles surged upwards wildly, and the fish in the Dead Sea seemed to be summoned, frantically swaying their bodies and swimming in a certain direction. The ever-shining starry sky became incredibly dazzling at this moment, and the huge sun was swallowed up in an instant. The brilliant starlight continued to spread and penetrate into the depths of the Dead Sea.

Everyone on the Mercury Queen, which hadn't even sailed far yet, stared wide-eyed, with Jones's mouth agape.

"Hey, hey, hey—wasn't it a lie that there are gods sleeping on the surface of the Sea of ​​Dead?!"

“That is…” Heidi squinted her eyes.

Starlight seeped down, illuminating the abyss-like depths of the sea, yet they were shrouded in a massive shadow.

"What is that...?"

Servi raised his head and muttered to himself.

The walls of the Sea of ​​the Dead, stretching straight to the sky, were permeated, and the abyss, like a black curtain, was illuminated by brilliant and absurd starlight. But he saw an indescribable, incomparably majestic and evil, speechless, enormous shadow. It simply moved the entire wall of the Sea of ​​the Dead, causing it to tremble as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"The Dominator... has awakened!"

"The Dominator has awakened!"

"King in Yellow! Save us!"

The faceless man, in a panic, knelt down and begged for salvation from Li Yili, who was standing on the execution platform.

Bert, the only one standing, held the mask in his hands and sought answers from Li Yili.

"You've got it backwards..."

"Dreams, courage, love, sorrow..."

"It is you... your very essence that has been corrupted—"

"The battle between gods is about to begin!"

"Come over here if you don't want to die—"

The shrill and loud shouts drowned out the prayers.

The faceless men all turned to look. Led by Josephine, the fire elves and the young members of the black goat marched in a grand procession, with huge, capsule-like submarines lined up behind them.

"This is... a gift from the King in Yellow."

Josephine opened her arms and sang aloud.

"Board the submarine and pray to the King in Yellow. They will take us to the true paradise, the true holy land!"

Chapter 175 The Upside-Down Metal City

What are you uneasy about?

“We have prepared your new identity so that neither the fire elf nor the black goat’s cub can trace you. Of course... this is on the premise that the fire elf and the black goat’s cub can survive.”

The woman sitting opposite Alma raised her finger and tapped the table.

Alma, who was engrossed in listening to the rumble of the steam train, snapped out of her reverie, rubbed her forehead, shook her head, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, a lot has happened lately, and I'm still a bit overwhelmed."

The woman crossed her arms and pondered for a moment before nodding. "I've read your report. It is indeed quite surreal. I probably wouldn't be able to process it either. But Alma, you have to understand, the impossible is impossible, no matter how much you bluff..."

The woman's voice stopped abruptly, and she instinctively stood up, staring intently out the window.

Alma was stunned, her pupils contracting sharply.

The woman was looking in the direction Instas was looking.

Could it be—

Alma suddenly stood up and looked out the window toward Instas.

The train she was on had long since left Instas, but even so she could still clearly see the sea walls of the Sea of ​​the Dead that stretched straight to the sky.

This was a common, unremarkable scene, one she had seen countless times.

But in this landscape she had seen countless times, something utterly absurd appeared.

Something enormous is walking through the sea of ​​the dead.

The brilliant starlight could not illuminate His body, but it outlined His alien form.

What Alma found even more unbelievable was that she knew the shape.

"You're kidding... right..."

Alma trembled as she opened the backpack on one side and took out a statue.