Sir! Don't close the net!

“The number of those favored by the gods and those corrupted,” Walter held up a finger, his tone extremely solemn, “The [Prophecy Algorithm] will calculate the changes in the number of corrupted beings and those favored by the gods existing in the world. Once the difference between the numbers of corrupted beings and those favored by the gods becomes too large…”

Walter raised his hand and waved.

"The Outer God might come knocking on the door tomorrow."

"Boom boom boom——"

Li Yili paused for a moment before pushing open the wooden door.

He didn't want to disturb Chris Dorf's quiet time.

But he didn't intend to keep Chris Dorf in a quiet, solitary state forever.

No one is strong enough to get through anything alone. In fact, the opposite is true. When a person is alone, that person is most vulnerable and constantly blaming themselves. If they are not careful, they may fall into a dead end and never be able to turn back.

Li Yili glanced at Chrisdorf, who looked more than ten years older as he sat in a chair gazing out the window, but didn't say anything. She simply dragged a chair over and sat about 75 centimeters to Chrisdorf's right, arms crossed, looking out the window.

He didn't intend to try to persuade Christopher. He had guessed some things, but they were all unfounded speculations, so he didn't want to presume to offer any advice. All he could do was sit there and wait.

Chris Dorf slumped his shoulders slightly, leaned forward, put his hands between his legs, let out a long breath, and looked unfocused and somewhat cloudy.

"Ha... I once had a son named Saint-Dove."

Li Yili crossed her arms, remaining completely still and silent, as if she hadn't heard Chrisdorf's voice at all.

"If you count the time, she should be twenty now. It's about time she took the hand of the one she loves and came to me to promise that we would build a happy family."

"However, he has the desire to build a relationship with his loved ones."

A more important mission for the new family.

Chris Dorf trembled as he raised his hand to cover his face.

“He must go to the Lord’s side; only in this way can he have the opportunity to save more people.”

“It was I… who carried him out of there on the Path of Teresa.”

Li Yili gazed across the road at the prisoners laughing heartily in the farmland.

Why are these bastards laughing so happily?

“But that’s wonderful… Saint’s sacrifice was not in vain. These people can be saved, become human again, and live normal lives again.”

“Your expression… I can’t see a hint of happiness in it…” Li Yili exhaled.

Sacrifice is indeed a noble word, but there are always people who use sacrifice to lure others into a fire pit, and there are always people who use sacrifice as bait to trick a group of people into jumping into the fire pit.

Suffering is suffering; there's nothing to be grateful for.

Sacrifice is sacrifice. Sacrifice is something that people do to pave the way when they have no other choice, not a banner to wave for personal gain or to save trouble.

"Because...he is my son..."

Chris Dorf clenched his fists and curled up.

Chapter 46 Conversion Agent

"This is?"

Jeff reached out and took the test tube from Walter, gently shaking it. The pale green sheen reminded him of apple juice.

"Want to try a shot?" Walter didn't answer Jeff immediately, but jokingly pulled open the drawer and took out a syringe.

“If it were for human use, I might give it a try,” Jeff said, placing the test tube containing the pale green liquid on a shelf to the side. “But this medicine of yours is not for human use, so I dare not use it.”

The thought that these drugs were injected into the bodies of those monstrous criminals made Jeff feel that the drugs had become eerie.

“Dr. Jeff, I’m reminding you because you are an admirable researcher. Although this is only the initial product, it will become a symbol of human rights for all people in the future,” Walter shook his head with regret. “Only those who have been injected with this drug can be called human. All others will be heretics.”

"Did you call yourself?"

“This medicine hasn’t been tested yet,” Walter shrugged honestly. “But don’t worry, Dr. Jeff, with your help, we can get at least three injections.”

“Ha…I’m really flattered,” Jeff said, putting his hands in the pockets of his white coat and looking around.

He had expected Walter to take him to a rather airtight and cold laboratory, but it turned out to be quite ordinary. Several tables were lined up side by side, filled with all sorts of common bottles and jars. There was a wooden bookcase that stretched all the way to the ceiling, and there was no strange smell or any unsightly remains.

It's more like a school classroom than a laboratory; it's hard to associate such a casual lab with experiments that concern the life and death of humanity.

However, it's not impossible that Walter doesn't trust him, and there's still the possibility of a second laboratory.

Jeff let out a breath, casually found a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"What you're saying may sound bizarre, but I don't think you're lying to me. This also explains why you would invest in my research on how out-of-control God's Chosen Ones can return to normal, like some fool with too much money."

Once a person favored by the gods loses control, they will transform into an alien form beyond human comprehension and then die.

Walter, or rather the Cult of Steam and Steel and Bishop Azavet, collaborated for thirty years on experiments that created the various alien-like prisoners now in Theresa Prison.

In a sense, these prisoners are equivalent to God's Chosen Ones who have undergone alienation but have not died. Considering the psychological issues, these prisoners are much safer than the out-of-control God's Chosen Ones, allowing them to conduct experiments with peace of mind.

Walter smiled slightly.

"So, you're still doing what you've been doing for the past thirty years, blending into the prisoners' food?" Jeff raised his hand and beckoned to Walter.

“No, these drugs will be injected directly into the bodies of these prisoners,” Walter said, his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised. “We don’t have that many thirty years. We may not even have three years left.”

Jeff's face immediately tightened.

Therefore, there is no such thing as rescuing prisoners here, only repeated human experiments. Even if the truth comes out, no one will sympathize with the prisoners, especially since Walter is waving the banner of saving all mankind this time.

"Could it be that I'm the one responsible for injecting these drugs?"

“Otherwise what? Those prisoners trust you,” Walter took out a syringe from the drawer and handed it to Jeff. “Don’t worry, the first batch of medicine was made to the minimum. Only an overdose will cause uncontrollable side effects. Of course, Dr. Jeff, please give the prisoners some guidance during the injection. Their mindset and understanding are very important.”

"Only with proper guidance and medication can the prisoners here possibly become human again."

Jeff's lips twitched slightly as he reached out and caught the syringe.

He was just an ordinary person with no other choice.

With 2012 approaching, Walter and his team can no longer afford to spend thirty years slowly experimenting as before; their next steps will definitely be...

The steps taken were large, but large steps do not mean that the other party will be reckless. Otherwise, they would not have waited for him, the one who proposed the theory of the divinely favored one, to return to a rational state after losing control, and would not have stayed in Theresa's prison for a period of time before appearing in front of him to say, "Congratulations on passing our test."

Of course, most importantly, studying medicine can't save the prisoners here, but the medicine he has can turn them back into humans and allow them to return to normal life.

“But let me make this clear first: I will only inject this drug into prisoners I select,” Jeff emphasized.

“It doesn’t matter. Even if you inject yourself, Dr. Jeff, we won’t question it,” Walter shrugged. “Actually, the supply of raw materials for the drug is not that stable, and mass production is not possible for the time being, but this problem will be solved soon.”

Raw materials?

Jeff glanced at the test tubes on the shelf; the pale green liquid inside shimmered strangely in the starlight streaming into the laboratory through the window.

He was very interested in the raw materials for the potion that could turn alien prisoners into humans, but he didn't need to ask Walter directly, because Walter had already hinted at it to him.

These drugs are not intended for the prisoners of Theresa Prison to return to normal society, but rather to be injected into the outside world with "human rights" in preparation for the coming year 2012, used to adjust the difference in the number of those favored by God and those corrupted as shown by the "prophecy algorithm".

The ultimate goal of this experiment is... to create a potion that can turn ordinary people into those favored by the gods.

So the raw materials are naturally related to becoming a chosen one of the gods.

"Alright, remember to send the relevant documents and medicine to my office."

Jeff stuffed the injection device into his pocket, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave.

Walter stood with his hands behind his back, watching Jeff's departing figure without saying a word. Only when Walter's figure was completely closed by the laboratory door did he turn his head to look towards the window, where a shadow had appeared.

"Come in."

The shadow raised its arm, and the locked window opened automatically, letting the tattered yellow raincoat blow into the laboratory in the wind.

Several plump fruits were lined up on the windowsill.

Walter frowned slightly. "There can't be only this many fruits."

The figure in the worn-out yellow raincoat remained motionless, silent, and did not leave.

"never mind……"

As if remembering something, Walter's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he raised his hand and waved.

"Don't look at me like that. We won't go back on our promise."

The window closed silently and locked automatically, and the figure in the tattered yellow raincoat vanished like a bubble.

Chapter Forty-Seven: Thirty Years of Wandering on the Road to Redemption

Chris Dorf is sick.

For thirty years, she carried all sorts of people on her back through the turbulent Teresa Road without any health problems. However, upon learning that the prisoners here would receive "redemption," she fell seriously ill, becoming so weak that she seemed on the verge of death. Of course, physical weakness was only one aspect; mental exhaustion and the desire to give up were the biggest problems.

Chris Dorf no longer went to work in his beloved little field, but instead sat by the window gazing at the sparkling Teresa Road.

Li Yili could tell that this man had lost all will to live.

This man had lingered on the Path of Teresa for thirty years, waiting for an answer, waiting for someone to tell him that his son's sacrifice had not been in vain, and now he knew.

It's time to end this hesitation.

The reason he didn't commit suicide directly might be because, according to the doctrine of Bishop Azawi, suicide leads to hell, while dedication leads to heaven. Christopher's son, Saint-Dove, undoubtedly dedicated himself and would go to heaven, so Christopher didn't want to go to hell.

Li Yili bent down to collect the empty bowl, then turned and left the wooden house.

Fasting is also a form of suicide.

"Why don't we take this old man to see a doctor?" Rebecca peeked around inside the cabin to check on things.

"And then?" Li Yili nudged Rebecca's head with her elbow and slammed the wooden door shut with her leg.

“This old man, cough cough cough—Christopher is dying,” Rebecca pointed to her nose, “He’s already starting to smell of death. He’ll be dead in a month at most.”

Rebecca paused and muttered a complaint in a low voice.

“He showed no signs of illness a few days ago, but he got sick, and he got very sick.”

“This disease is incurable…” Li Yili placed the tray with the bowl and chopsticks on Rebecca’s head, picked up the hoe leaning against the wooden house wall, and walked towards the farmland.

“If medicine doesn’t work, try talk therapy. You’re very talkative, aren’t you? If all else fails, you can talk to your psychologist friend,” Rebecca said, carrying a tray on her back and following closely behind Li Yili, her tail drooping listlessly.

The metal hoe landed heavily on the overgrown farmland. Without turning her head, Li Yili said, "He's over fifty years old. He's been lingering in this prison for thirty years, just waiting for those words. Now he's finally heard them."

"Thirty years is enough to cover up his past."

"Want him to have the same motivation to live as before? It's simple, give him a new reason to live, and if he can find it..."

Li Yili straightened up and turned to look at Rebecca.