Sir! Don't close the net!

"Because I gave you permission, you can wrap yourself tightly in this yellow coat and play the King in Yellow."

"Because I gave you permission, you were able to roam around Theresa Prison at that time, spreading fear through the rules."

"Because I allowed you to hide in that pile of rotting flesh."

"Because I gave you permission, you were able to institutionalize Teresa Prison and obtain the status you desired."

Augusit leaned forward slightly, his imposing presence tinged with gentleness, inspiring both awe and an irresistible urge to rely on him.

Do you understand what I mean?

“If I had that intention, you would have become the prisoners’ food on the very first day.”

“If I had that intention, you would be beaten up by the guards and publicly executed as a clown on the very first day you tried to spread fear.”

"If I wanted to, the guards would stuff rotten flesh into your mouth in front of everyone."

"If I ever have that intention... everything you've built up will disappear, just like it is now."

Augusit spread his arms to the sides.

With a series of soft, collapsing sounds, dust rose from Sif's cell, and massive roots, bathed in the brilliant aurora, ran along the walls of the prison building. The steel cables connecting the solitary confinement cells snapped, and the glass-walled cells crashed down and shattered.

Sif's beautiful, mature upper body emerged from the smoke and dust, surrounded by thick, fleshy roots, and came down behind Auguste.

Li Yili's eyes flickered.

In just a short while, Sif's upper body changed again. Her hair curled up and turned a strange red. Her exposed skin was as translucent as the flesh of a lychee, and starlight could even pass through it, but her bones were not visible. Sif's delicate and beautiful face became blurred as a result, and even her empty murmurs disappeared.

Li Yili's gaze fell on Sif's abdomen. Through the translucent skin and flesh, he could see Sif's internal organs, which were as red as pomegranates.

Sif is less a person and more a fruit that resembles a person.

Perhaps it was like this from the very beginning.

From being thin and weak, it gradually grows and finally matures completely; now it's time to harvest it.

“Levi’s Est. Richard, go ahead and say something. These liquids that maintain a certain order are no longer aggressive.”

Augusert put his hands behind his back once again.

"Judging by the time, this guy's roots should have already spread to the deepest part of the underground temple of Theresa Prison."

"Plants are really amazing creatures. They drain the nutrients from the earth and leave roots and stems to hold the soil in place."

"As long as the [legacy] still exists within the temple, the temple's power will not riot. Can the roots of plants that have absorbed the legacy but are still rooted within the temple be considered part of the legacy?"

Augusit raised his head, and after a brief silence, his smile was as eerie as a crescent moon torn open in the darkness.

"It seems so"

Forget it. "

Overwhelming despair, even the means to die together with others were taken away; in front of Auguste, he was like an ant that could be crushed at will.

No, if that were all, there would be no need to specifically allow him to do so many things, and even let the fear of the King in Yellow once pervade the entire Theresa Prison.

"what……"

Li Yili let out a soft breath.

“If there isn’t a horror that affects the lives of all the prisoners, they won’t realize how omnipotent you are in this Teresa Prison, the full extent of your omnipotence, which is what you want me to fix for you.”

"I thought you would at most let the statue of the Lord turn into those weird and strange shapes, is that really okay? As a bishop... you actually dare to try to become the Lord?"

Augus's smile gradually faded.

"Because in this world... there is no God at all."

"pat-"

Li Yili was startled and turned her head to look. The door of the wooden house had been pushed open at some point. Chris Dougher was standing at the door, staring blankly at Augus. Rebecca was gesturing awkwardly at him, but after gesturing for a while, her expression changed and she suddenly rushed towards Li Yili.

"Li Yili, behind you!"

Before Rebecca could finish speaking, several figures wearing yellow raincoats used the large roots as a springboard to leap up. The yellow raincoats burst open on the spot, and the grotesque limbs were thrown heavily onto Li Yili. The white impact ripped out in a fan shape, cracking the ground and sending countless pieces of debris flying. Li Yili was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the building.

Rebecca's eyes snapped open instantly, and she lunged at Augusert with a low growl. But before she could get close, a cold light flashed from the darkness. Rebecca felt a sharp pain in her waist, and the ensuing weariness swallowed her consciousness without giving her any chance to resist. Meanwhile, Chris Dougher, who was staggering toward Augusert, was not attacked.

The yellow-clad men didn't even glance at the unconscious Rebecca before walking towards Li Yili.

Augus raised the corners of his mouth, reached out and pinched Sif's snow-white, slender neck, pulling her incredibly mature and beautiful body into his arms.

"crunch-"

A piece of Sif's beautiful face was bitten off, with no blood or flesh splattering but only juices oozing out with a strange smell. Augusert greedily pressed his mouth to the opening and licked away all the liquid, then opened his mouth again and bit down. Soon, Sif's head was gnawed off by Augusert.

But Augusit was not satisfied with this. He devoured neck, shoulders, and arms, one bite after another. The fruit that had taken root in the entire Teresa Prison and was nourished by everything in Teresa Prison was gradually eaten away by Augusit.

“Auguste…Sir…Lord, you exist, don’t you?”

Chris Dougher trembled as he reached out his hands to Auguste, who was stretching out his arms with satisfaction as he flung the massive rootstock aside.

"Hmm? Of course..."

Eerie cracking and expanding sounds echoed, and a symphony of flesh and blood officially began. Clothes representing the shame caused by one's own imperfections were shredded, bizarre limbs were raised and then dragged back by white flesh and blood, and inhuman bone spikes exploded and turned into ashes and scattered.

A white robe with gold trim gathered all the strange phenomena into human form. A white hood covered the area, and along with splattered slime, eerie tentacles emerged from the hood and swayed wildly.

A silent crack appeared in Chris Dorf's eyes, and blood splattered.

Chris Dougher, his eyes bloodshot, knelt before Augusch.

He could see nothing, for the face of the Lord was too dignified to be looked upon directly.

"Because I am God."

Chapter Sixty-One: This world is nothing more than an ecosphere built by humans.

Father, a person may never have the chance to save another person in their entire life, let alone save the heart of another.

Father, even if it's just as a foundation, I just want to make my life more meaningful.

So this is what it feels like to be carried on the Mother Teresa’s path by your father. I am so proud to be your child and to have grown up under your guidance.

Don't make that face—

Chris Dorf covered his eyes and slowly hunched over.

In a world of red and black, the figure that had never blurred turned around and gave him a gentle smile.

I simply went to the Lord's side.

If God doesn't exist at all, then where did I send my son...?

"Ah...ah ah—"

Chris Dougher's fingers curled up, his nails digging into his aged skin.

"host……"

"It really is the Lord..."

"Oh...Lord, save me..."

The prisoners, who had barely escaped the attack of the roots, saw the absurd yet sacred figure standing under the aurora and all prostrated themselves on the ground.

"puff--"

Black liquid shot out from the smoke and dust like a sharp sword blade, sweeping away the swirling dust in the gale. Countless pieces of flesh and blood followed, flying out and scattering on the ground. A tall, slender, yellow figure stood silently in the center of the raging tide of flesh and blood.

Before Augusit could even make a move, the prisoners who were crawling on the ground seeking redemption from Augusit spontaneously rushed towards Li Yili. Even the prison guards joined in. At this moment, Li Yili became the enemy of all aspects of order and evil in the entire Teresa Prison.

Augusit let out a soft sound

A disdainful laugh rang out, and tentacles protruded from the hood, waving casually.

“You… you lied to us…” Chrisdorf raised his blood-stained eyes, “If the Lord doesn’t exist, then where is my son… Saint?”

"Of course she would dedicate herself to me."

August said quite generously, spreading his arms wide.

"Didn't you hear what that psychologist said? We, there is no such thing as human beings in this world. We were infected and became human, trapped in human society for two thousand years. [The Lord] is just a fantasy and a hope that is gradually compromised."

"Destruction is imminent."

"But there is no need to worry anymore. I have become the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord. I have become the source of all life on this earth. I will lead all life on this earth to liberate themselves from their true nature and build heaven."

At Augus's call, the guards' bodies underwent varying degrees of mutation, just like the prisoners in Teresa Prison. Their uniforms, symbols of order, were torn apart, but they became even more fanatical due to the boiling power within them, and charged towards Li Yili recklessly.

Augus raised his hand and the wooden stick that Chris Dorf used to cross the Path of Teresa usually spun out and landed next to Chris Dorf's hand. His right hand gripped one end of the stick, and with a strange wriggling sound, the branches at the end of the stick seemed to come alive and wove together with the pale bones to form a hideous spearhead.

“This gun will surely wound me; this is my humility as the Lord.”

“I will tell you my location so that you can stab me; this is my justice as Lord.”

"and……"

August leaned slightly forward, and in Chrisdorf's lifeless eyes, torn open by the cracks, tentacles emerged from the white hood.

“My blood will heal your eyes; this is my mercy as the Lord.”

Chris Dorf trembled as he reached out his right hand and gripped the wooden stick beside him. He struggled to lift his mud-covered legs, his lifeless eyes staring blankly at Augusert, who simply opened his arms wide, completely unguarded.

The wounds inflicted by those who are unaware of the Lord's greatness and are immersed in their own worlds can highlight His greatness. As the Lord, He would feel unparalleled satisfaction.

Come on, Chrisdorf!

Chris Dorf gripped his gun tightly, turned unsteadily, and stumbled toward the starting point of the Path of Teresa.

The tentacles that emerged from the hood froze instantly, and from within them, eyeballs turned out, reflecting the aged and lonely figure of Chris Dorf.

"What are you doing! I'm right here!"

A bone spur pierced through Chris Dorf's calf, and the already blind Chris Dorf stumbled and fell into the mud.

Without sorrow or roar, Chrisdorf simply groped for his spear, propped himself up, and stumbled onward toward Teresa's Path.

The white robe was torn apart by the constantly rising limbs, and a head with a face covered in tentacles rose up, sharp bone spikes pointing at Chris Dorf's back. Just as it was about to launch an attack, an alien head slammed into Augus's shoulder.

"Ok?"

Augusit turned his head in fury, but the icy chill instantly extinguished his anger.

There, corpses piled high and blood flowed freely.

Standing in the center was a slender yellow figure. The viscous black liquid was silently flowing towards the yellow figure, no longer adhering to the surface of the raincoat, but seeping into the inside of the raincoat.