Sir! Don't close the net!

Seated on a throne, with a human body but an octopus-like head and bat-like wings on its back.

"The gods slumbering on the surface of the Sea of ​​Dead...aren't they...a lie?!"

"The sea..."

The woman, holding onto the chair, opened her mouth with great difficulty and spoke.

"I see... the sea!"

Alma was startled, her gaze shifted upwards, and her pupils, which had shrunk to the size of pinholes upon His appearance, instantly dilated. She slumped down, feeling utterly powerless.

"A sea of ​​dead bodies... it's crashing down..."

... "

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Don't panic! Don't make a fuss! It's all fake! It's all an old conspiracy!"

Servi and the other priests roared, trying to calm the rampaging faceless people down, but the power of faith and capital was nothing in the face of natural disaster. As huge drops of seawater crashed down, the towering buildings and clusters of houses connected like the Great Wall shattered like bubbles.

"Give me a seat! Give me a seat!"

"Don't rush, don't rush."

Josephine and Joey, as the chosen ones of God, acted as two insurmountable defensive lines, suppressing the surging Faceless Men. They then picked and chose from the crowd of Faceless Men like selecting vegetables, but because the Faceless Men almost always looked the same, they didn't know which ones to choose.

"Executor El, who are you talking about?" Joey asked, a bit overwhelmed. He turned and called out.

Al, who was sitting on the rim of the submarine flipping through documents, raised an eyebrow, tossed the documents back into the submarine, and shrugged at Joey. "It doesn't matter, we've already collected almost everything, and there's no difference between them. Besides, Minister Josephine, Deputy Minister Joey, you'd better hurry up..."

El raised his finger and pointed upwards, letting out a soft laugh.

"The battle between the Dominator and the King in Yellow is about to begin."

After saying that, El slid into the submarine and closed the hatch.

Josephine suppressed the urge to look up, bent down and grabbed whichever faceless man she could, then tossed him aside. The faceless men who were thrown out didn't complain, and instead swaggered and climbed into the other submarines. The faceless men who weren't chosen waved their arms even more excitedly.

"Bishop! Your Excellency Bishop! Something's wrong with the Sea of ​​Dead! We need to get out of here right now!"

Fathers like David Balan surrounded Selvi and frantically tried to persuade him.

Servi's forehead veins bulged as he raised his hand and swung it forcefully.

"Shut up—can you even be considered followers of Bishop Azawi?! What's there to be afraid of! The King in Yellow doesn't exist! Don't you know that better than I do?!"

Balaam, David, and Pikachu fell silent.

Yes, they knew better than anyone that the King in Yellow did not exist, just as the god Li Yili fabricated, who slept on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead, did not exist.

But Li Yili did not lie; the sleeping deity awoke.

A lie built on truth will one day become part of the truth.

Regardless of whether the King in Yellow actually exists, they now genuinely believe that he does.

Seeing the looks in Balan's eyes, Selvi felt a surge of heat rise to his head. He forcefully pushed aside the priests around him and roared as he walked up to the execution platform. But when he saw the yellow figure standing motionless in front of the huge figure, the heat that rushed to his head instantly cooled down.

What am I... witnessing?

"boom----"

The sea of ​​the dead, which had been like a prison wall blocking everyone's view, collapsed as He awoke. Huge waves swept over every corner of Instas, and civilization, like a sandcastle on a beach, was instantly washed away, leaving only a few remnants.

The faceless people, who had no time to hide in the submarines, screamed as they were swallowed up, and the heavy submarines were easily swept up and swallowed by the waves like glass bottles.

Countless pebbles flew up, and Selvi, standing in front of the storm, opened his eyes wide. The chill completely engulfed his body, but Selvi did not turn and run away. Instead, he knelt down in front of the yellow figure standing in front of the storm and clasped his hands together.

"God..."

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How much time has passed?

Unaware that once the white liquid in the pipes was completely swallowed by darkness, they lost their means of measuring time and simply drifted aimlessly in the darkness.

“Executor El…” Abu Jean hesitated for a moment before cautiously probing El, who was resting with his eyes closed, “What should we do? We can’t… continue like this forever, can we?”

Abu Jan paused for a moment and then complained.

"Does the paradise that Minister Josephine spoke of... really exist?"

"I don't know..." El opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and smiled helplessly yet relaxedly.

Abu opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't complain, instead muttering to himself while holding his head.

"Then why did you seem to have everything under control, Executive Officer El?"

"But... Ha—Abu, would you doubt God's instructions?"

Abu Jean blinked and then gaped open. "God? Enforcer El, where are you...?"

Before Abu Jean could finish speaking, Heman, who was in charge of checking the situation, exclaimed in alarm.

"There is light—there is light!"

Everyone inside the submarine perked up and crowded around the observation windows.

Soft light shone through the deep darkness, and they could even clearly see schools of fish swimming by and other submarines.

"Are we going to the sea?" Abu Jean cheered excitedly from the observation window.

El smiled unconsciously as he approached the observation window.

However, before they could rejoice for long, the water, carrying countless bubbles, visibly lifted the submarine they were in. In a dizzying, shaking motion, the light disappeared, and shadows returned.

"What's going on?!" El shouted, gripping the hatch.

They are still rising, but they can't see anything.

Points of light.

“El, Executive Officer El, you, look at that—”

Abu Jean raised his trembling hand and pointed out the observation window.

The tremor in Abu Jean's voice made El's heart skip a beat, and he quickly moved closer. Following Abu Jean's finger, El felt his mind go blank and he sat down on the ground with a thud. But unlike Abu Jean, El smiled.

It was a city, a colossal city made of metal, upside down in the ocean. No, calling it a city doesn't seem quite right, because it was definitely not a place where people of this world lived.

"Just as I thought..."

Pale blue light flowed along the metal interlayers, the serrated plates opened up, and a huge vortex swept in, pulling all the submarines toward the metal city.

Chapter 176 He's the Freak, He's the Madman

Li Yili is very self-aware that she is not a good person.

Given the choice between helping others and helping oneself, he would definitely choose to help himself. And this helping oneself is not just about helping oneself; living a fulfilling life is a basic requirement, and helping others is contingent on one's own life not being significantly affected.

Li Yili has always admired those who help others to the point of going hungry themselves. He sincerely believes that they are saints, while he himself... could never do such a thing.

No matter what era you live in, it's always right to make yourself happy.

That's why he kept trying to seize power and amass wealth. When his wealth and power were so great that he no longer had to worry about his own happy life, he could then start helping others. But he overlooked a premise: the people he was helping were people, and the kind of help he could think of was truly genuine.

Hahaha—that's a really strange way of putting it. Just ignore those bastards who aren't even human. Even if they don't understand cat and dog language, they definitely want a place to live and food. Even if we can't help them completely, we can easily provide some assistance.

"They don't need rice, they don't need beds, they don't need houses, they don't need care, they don't need encouragement, they... they don't even need human society itself..."

Floating on the sea, Li Yili opened her eyes and murmured softly.

"They are a race that humans cannot understand at all..."

[Mr. Li Yili, why did this happen...?]

"If you can't understand it, then modify it, tame it, like turning a wolf into a dog..."

Bert went mad and died because Bert suffered like any normal human being, felt resentful like any normal human being, cried like any normal human being, and suddenly discovered that everyone around him in the place he lived in was a faceless person...

Going insane is perfectly normal; how could a human possibly maintain their sanity in such an environment?

However, it was Instasbert who was the "freak," the "madman" who was so corrupted that he was beyond redemption.

"Speaking of which..."

"Ah~ I'm really lucky to be alive..."

Li Yili grinned self-deprecatingly. He heard the sound of something cutting through the air, the sound of the sea being split open. It seemed that something was moving at high speed on the sea, and its target was most likely himself, but he was too lazy to even move.

"Wow—you actually survived all that...you're really lucky."

With her radiant golden hair cascading down, Valkyrie sat perfectly still on the sea surface amidst the curses of the God of Physics. The waves lapped against Valkyrie's fair ankles as if complaining about why she wouldn't sink.

Valkyrie reached out and poked Li Yili's face. After confirming that Li Yili was not only alive but also fully conscious, she wrapped her arms around her knees and started complaining.

"Speaking of which...did you go a bit too far with that commotion? I thought you'd only tamper with the rope a little...how did you end up drowning Instas? Let me tell you, this is a bit much, you're definitely going to get yelled at like a dog..."

Valkyrie stopped her endless rambling and reached out to pat Li Yili's face.

"Are you alright? You weren't stunned by the waves, were you?"

"Ah—you're worried about being held accountable, right? Don't worry, at least in the eyes of the old guard, you're dead. With my position in the Galar Horn, you'll only get a few words of criticism at most. Of course! We don't need to put up with it. We'll resign and leave. We've already made enough money—"

Valkyrie gave a thumbs up.

"Count me in then, although I'd love to say that—"

Valkyrie gently landed behind Valkyrie, looked around, and couldn't help but sigh at the vast sea. However, a series of shocking facts made her lose the mood to appreciate this never-before-seen seascape.

"But things have become far too complicated."

As soon as Valkyrie finished speaking, several figures descended from the sky. Although they did not land directly next to Valkyrie, they surrounded Valkyrie and Li Yili.

Valkyrie's expression changed, and she grabbed Li Yili and pulled her up. She looked around at the girls who were dressed differently but shared the common characteristic of beauty, and waved Gungnir in her hand with a forced smile.

"Oh my, oh my—aren't these my sisters? It's been so many years, and you still look so poor and unloved by men."

"Splat—"

The girls' foreheads were bulging with veins, and even Valkyrie, standing behind Valkyrie, couldn't help but sigh and rub her forehead.

She didn't know whether to describe Valkyrie as clever or stupid.

"Sister Lei—"

In the end, it was a seemingly weak-willed Valhae who raised her hand and broke the tense silence.