An infinite journey starting from paradise

"Ah? Crying? If I put on a crown of thorns and punched two holes in my hands before coming back, would you feel any better? Miss nun who vowed to serve God for life?

Hehehe…hahahahahaha…”

As if amused by his own vulgar joke, Lin Shangren inexplicably began to laugh wildly. Then, his witcher-like amber-gold pupils began to cloud, and his body began to twist. His once healthy skin turned waxy pale, and dozens of areas on his body began to bulge outward, as if something was about to grow.

"?"

"It's so strange... My body..."

Feeling something was wrong with his body, Lin Shangren stopped violating Sister Rosalie. Looking at the naked, blood-stained nun before him, his desire was aroused once again: to violate her, and then... to eat her.

The waxy white skin began to crack. At this time, Lin Shangren was like Fly Man or Kamen Rider Shin, transforming into something like Cronenberg's monster: wet limbs and sticky tentacles drilled out of his skin, and his consciousness began to blur.

Just as Lin Shangren's body was constantly transforming into a demon maggot, Jill under his crotch finally began to take effect. [Little Bird Doctor] was activated, and the tentacles and limbs growing on Lin Shangren's surface quickly withered and fell off, and the cracked skin also scabbed and fell off.

Witnessing the transformation of the person before her, Sister Rosalie, who was pinned down by Lin Shangren, was genuinely frightened. But she also immediately realized that this was a perfect opportunity to escape.

She summoned her last bit of strength and punched Lin Shangren in the temple. Lin Shangren, who was recovering, was unable to dodge and was knocked unconscious. [Little Bird Doctor] was busy repairing Lin Shangren's body and was unable to restore his consciousness immediately.

"It's done."

Just as the weak Sister Rosalie was about to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground and prepare to escape, a huge black shadow came from the sky and pressed her to the ground.

Putting the sharp straight sword across Rosalie's neck, Edna stepped forward to check the situation and cast her eyes on Lin Shangren who was unconscious on the ground.

"Mr. Lin?"

……

"Mr. Lin?"

Lin Shangren's consciousness was still a little hazy. A wet and cool sensation, like something soft and slippery scratching, rang through the penis between his legs, waking him from his deep sleep.

"Unfamiliar ceiling..."

For a moment, Lin Shangren couldn't even remember where he was, simply enjoying the delicate, loach-like licking. Such a clumsy movement brought a huge impact, simply because the tongue licking him was so smooth. And then there was the colder body temperature than an average woman: cool lips, cool nose, cool cheeks and neck. It was like being wrapped by a small green snake, thinner and longer than a little finger, and even colder and wetter.

"Senlak?"

Lin Shangren raised his head slightly and saw Senlak lying between his legs. Her thick hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head and hung down in front of her chest, revealing her long white neck. The hair in front of her forehead was brushed to one side. The originally neat and capable hairstyle was given a strange and charming look because of her concentration and teasing look with her tongue out.

"Are you awake?"

The person who spoke was not Senlak who was "biting" Lin Shangren, but Gloria who was guarding his bedside.

"How are you feeling? Thirsty? Hungry?"

Facing Gloria's concern, Lin Shangren did not answer, but asked: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Less than two days," Gloria said. "Don't worry, you weren't picked up by someone else, and your kidneys and other organs weren't lost. Edna brought you back."

"That's good... By the way, what is Senlak doing? Are you guys treating me like a buffet these past two days?"

"Gulp... Gulp..." Senlak raised his head and said incoherently, "Didn't you say that we should do it with you every two hours to help you stay awake? In order to make you wake up quickly, we have been taking turns to do it with you these two days, and we haven't stopped. Slurp, slurp~"

"Ah this..."

Lin Shangren didn't know what to say for a moment. At this moment, a feeling of hunger swept through his body. He had not consumed energy for too long, and had been squeezed day and night for two days. The [Little Bird Doctor] could no longer bear it.

"Is there anything to eat or drink? I'm so hungry." Lin Shangren said weakly.

"Alas, there is nothing I can do about you."

Gloria unbuttoned her clothes, revealing a pair of plump, snow-white melon-shaped breasts. She leaned over to Lin Shangren and put the grape-like tips of her breasts to his mouth, saying, "You can only suck them, not bite them."

"learn."

Lin Shangren didn't refuse. He opened his mouth and took Gloria's tip in, sucking on the pure, natural, pollution-free fresh milk. As the nutrients were absorbed, [Little Bird Doctor] resumed his work. Lin Shangren's face became visibly rosy, and even the thing between his buttocks became more erect and hard. The sudden erection hit Senlak's throat, causing her to gag.

"Resurrected with full health."

Lin Shangren opened his mouth, sat up and hugged Gloria.

"Thank you."

"It's just an equal exchange. I'll squeeze as much as you drink from me." Grosari snorted softly and hugged Lin Shangren, burying his face between her breasts. "You bastard, take me with you next time you need something. You haven't done what you promised. You didn't take me away from this damn city, and you didn't take me to see more interesting things in the world. If you die, I and them will be at a huge loss."

"You won't die." Lin Shangren said, "Don't worry."

As the two hugged, Senlak, who was biting Lin Shangren, loosened her mouth. She held the pestle and straddled Lin Shangren's waist. The huge object rubbed against the smooth inner thighs. The slightly cool skin made Lin Shangren unable to help but raise his neck and waist, and let out a comfortable low moan. The tip of the pestle was immediately held by two carp-like lips, and swallowed bit by bit into the deep belly of the fish, which was narrower than the fish's mouth.

Facing Senlak who had sneaked away, Gloria shouted in dissatisfaction: "Hey! It should be my turn!"

"Hey, I don't care. I don't care about anything else. I just want to have sex with you."

Senlak seemed insensitive to the pain, his two snow-white buttocks sitting down. His hands pressed on Lin Shangren's waist and abdomen, his body leaning forward slightly, his slender, straight, white and dazzling ankles supporting his body center of gravity, hanging on his waist and thighs and swaying back and forth like riding a horse.

Lin Shangren wanted to say something else, but faced with such a situation, he decided not to talk about anything else and would talk about it later.

So, while enjoying Senlak's riding service, Lin Shangren put his arms around Gloria's waist, put his mouth close to her lips, and kissed her passionately.

……

in the future.

The bed hadn't collapsed yet, and the three people who had nearly caused it to collapse were lying there. Lin Shangren, surrounded by women on both sides, used the clarity of his sage time to review the information he had already gathered.

"I was tricked. I was struck the moment I entered this city. That power isn't just affecting my consciousness; it's also subtly influencing my body.

The stronger the evil thoughts, the deeper the impact on the body. When reason is completely devoured by evil thoughts, the person will become a demonic maggot. This is the origin of the demonic maggots in this city. They were once human, just like the witches...

Witch, demon maggot... innocent girl and the evil man who is devoured and controlled by evil thoughts.

The mastermind behind this has somehow imposed some kind of organization on this city. Good people who stay here long enough will gradually degenerate into evil, eventually becoming the monster known as the Demon Maggot. So, why did they create this monster?

The demon maggots are the natural enemies of witches and can restrain them..."

There is not enough information to come up with a final answer, so I might as well ask the cheater.

"Xiao Ai, come out and talk to me. What is going on in this world? I know you are awake."

Chapter 222: His Name is a False God

"Ahem~(?>?" "No matter what, I'm in this game, right? As for them... right now, I'm indeed their best option. Whether they choose me or not is up to them."

I just want to find the mastermind behind this, complete my mission, and leave as soon as possible. Tell me, what do you know about this world?

……

The concept of witches is closely related to the witch hunts and witch trials that swept across Europe from the 15th to the 17th century.

The witch hunts were one of the most notorious religious persecutions in human history, with the vast majority of the hundreds of thousands of victims being ordinary people with no connection to the so-called witches. However, unbeknownst to those on the bright side of the world, these campaigns had driven the real witches into a desperate situation.

The violence sweeping across society, the destructive power of humanity united, was so massive that witches, possessing powers beyond human power, retreated. Just like the witch hunts currently taking place on the shelf: while individual witches were powerful, they were not strong enough to challenge the state apparatus.

Therefore, fearing being hunted and brutally slaughtered by humans, the witches chose to hide from the world. The evil magic and sorcery passed down through generations gradually faded and died out. Thus, the witches disappeared into the darkness of history. Soon, the dawn of the modern era, beginning with the Industrial Revolution, threatened to wipe out all traces of the witches' existence. Faced with guns, gunpowder, and even chain reactions, even the most powerful witches succumbed to the majesty of humanity.

The true cause of the extinction of witches, along with werewolves, vampires, and zombies—these fantastical creatures that once inhabited this world—was not solely due to the advancement of human technology. In the shadow of modern history, once illuminated by the brilliance of science and rationality, a war of annihilation against witches and other fantastical creatures has begun.

Two forces hunted them. One was the Church's Inquisitors, who had shouldered this responsibility for generations. The one who truly exterminated almost all witches and fantastical creatures was the other—the witch with heterochromatic red and blue eyes.

She travels around the world, "forcibly inheriting" the "legacy" of her secluded compatriots, until she becomes the last witch in the true sense.

"Yaldabaoth." The witch muttered her real name.

As the myths and legends of many countries and nations say, names are magical and closely related to the fate of their owners.

Yaldabaoth, meaning "false god," derives from the concept of ancient Gnosticism, a mystical philosophy that the world is imperfect, plagued by violence, corruption, greed, and other crimes. Therefore, regardless of the pantheon, any omniscient and almighty deity claiming to have created the world and determined its laws is a false god. If they were truly omniscient and almighty, how could they have created an imperfect world?

"Create a perfect world, and then the false god can become the true god." She thought so.

This is her ultimate goal, to create a world shaped by her own hands.

Like the witches awakening on the shelves, Yaldabaoth was born with the same questions: "Who am I?", "Where am I?", and "What should I do?" As she grew and explored these philosophical questions, she discovered her innate power, a powerful force rooted in her soul, potent enough to warp reality.

Imitating the elements in nature, flames and lightning burst from her palms, and the air she exhaled could freeze streams; strengthening herself, her thin body could burst out with powerful strength to split stones; imitating animals, she could soar like a bird and spin webs like a spider.

People feared her and worshipped her as a god; people were terrified of her and denounced her as a demon... In her long life, she had experienced all kinds of bizarre things, but she still hadn't figured out the third question, "What should she do?" Or in other words, the meaning of her existence.

So she traveled all the way from Central Asia to Europe, where she came into contact with Christian legends and other people of her ethnic group.

This broadened her horizons, especially the teachings of Christianity. Having witnessed countless acts of stupidity and brutality in her long life, she could not help but resonate with the Bible's concept of "original sin," which also helped her find the meaning of her own existence: she wanted to create a perfect world, a perfect paradise on earth.

Initially, she scoffed at the Christian legend of God's creation. However, after years of research, she finally realized that God and Jesus might really exist. He might not be omniscient and omnipotent, but he must have mastered the method to change the world. That method was recorded in the Gospel of Judas.

Combining the records of "The Gospel of Judas" and her research on the "soul", the source of the witch's power, she really visualized the laws that constitute the world before her eyes. She knew whose will determined the causal trend of the world, and she also knew how to create a new world.

So she took action.

"Collect twenty-six pure and innocent people, preferably from wealthy families, who have never suffered any harm, and who are young and kind." She ordered her subordinates.

26, the total number of letters from α to Ω, is connected to the root force that constitutes all things in the world, and is also the number that symbolizes the Christian Creator.

, no matter in which culture, has important symbolic meaning in mysticism.

"Gather them in the Japanese shelf market. This place is at the core of the earth veins, and there is enough power hidden beneath it."

"Finally, find enough evil people to brutally torture and ravage them. Ah, their purity is precisely what makes them so pathetic and sympathetic. What kind of pain will they endure? Honestly, I'm a little scared.

But it doesn't matter, when their broken souls let out their final wail, a new world will...come."

Chapter 223: Preparing for the Massacre

"I will save everyone. I will bring love and peace to all beings. I will lead humanity to a perfect world without conflict and poverty, and become a true god!"

That's what she said.

"and then?"

Then… then everything went according to her original plan. Twenty-six innocent girls were tortured and killed by thousands of thugs. The ritual began, and the city was transformed into what it is today.

Listening to Xiao Ai's story, the four beast dice in Lin Shangren's consciousness began to slowly rotate, the power of Laplace's demon was activated, and then a scarlet mist obscured Lin Shangren's vision. Then the mist dissipated, and the scene of the ceremony seven years ago appeared in front of him.

The originally clear sky was obscured by gloomy dark clouds. The atmosphere began to disturb and distort, and then an even darker huge vortex hole was formed in the dark sky, as if an evil god sleeping in the sky had opened his single eye.

Beneath the pitch-black vortex, a pure white light could be vaguely seen. When the view was narrowed, the true appearance of the faint light could be seen: it was a petite girl being punished by being nailed to the cross.

The girl's limbs were severed, the flesh on the rough cuts wriggling but no blood shed. Her tongue was cut out, and her eyes gouged out. Crimson thorns grew from the holes where her eyeballs had been gouged out, encircling her head and eventually forming a blood-red rose atop her head.

The thorns of the rose pierced deeply into her porcelain-like skin, and blood oozed out like scarlet pearls. Her back was covered with countless wounds that were deliberately cut and dug, and the delicate sex organ between her legs was constantly being abused and ravaged by something invisible, and continued to bleed.

She was the false god Yaldabaoth. As if replicating the crucifixion of Jesus, she was using her own body to endure the hell that those twenty-six pure and innocent girls had experienced.

“Ah…Ah!”

Screaming, she chanted the final spell.

In the unfinished building of Jicheng, aside from the unconscious Kakuzuka Shōgo, all that remained were the bodies of the dead. As if inspired by some unknown force, the corpses—victims and perpetrators alike—underwent a transformation. The mangled bodies of the twenty-six young girls dissipated into pale blue particles of light, transforming into twenty-six pure beams of light that shot straight into the sky. Following closely behind them was a black cloud of flies—the decayed remains of the thousands of thugs.

“Come, mix with my flesh and blood, be reborn, and then become a vessel of suffering, my sisters!!!”

She wailed and swallowed the beam of light that was coming straight at her. Then her abdomen swelled rapidly as if she was pregnant, and finally exploded with the scream of the false god.

Like a blood-filled water balloon exploding, a massive firework of blood dyed the entire city red. Amidst the blood showers falling from the pitch-black sky, the figures of several fetuses emerged, quickly growing into adult forms at a visible rate. Ultimately, without exception, they transformed into strange yet beautiful witches. Meanwhile, a black cloud of flies swarmed over the false god's mutilated body, licking her blood, laying eggs in her pores, and then dying.

The maggots in the eggs quickly hatched, gnawed through the false god's skin, turned into grayish-white spots of light, and fell towards the city below.

The citizens of Ji City, unaware of what was happening, gazed up at the strange sight in the sky. Then they saw the twenty-six witches, newly reborn and eager to vent their resentment and anger. Many of the citizens—those possessed by crimes like robbery, plunder, and the like—began to undergo a strange transformation, transforming into gigantic, gray-white caterpillars: degenerate human eyeballs and mandibles scattered across half-corrupted flesh with misshapen limbs, their soft, slimy bodies covered in tentacles. They had become the witches' natural enemies: the demonic maggots.

From this moment on, the city was cursed.

Humans and demonic maggots hunt the witches, torturing and abusing their bodies and souls. After their agonizing death, the power capable of changing the world flows through their shattered souls into the false god. Then, the witches lose their memories, resurrect, and the cycle repeats itself, over and over again, until the souls of twenty-six witches are completely shattered. Once their power is fully accumulated, the true ritual of re-creation begins. This is the meaning of this city's existence.

"But she still overlooked one point. Not all witches would succumb to their instincts to destroy, kill, and have promiscuous sex. Some witches hid themselves and lived a solitary life. That's why her plan couldn't be realized quickly. Is that right?" Lin Shangren asked.

[Hmm. ?ω?]

After shutting down the power of Laplace's demon, Lin Shangren waved his hand to open the system's task panel while feeling the long-lost pain of overusing his abilities.

[World Quest: 1. Redeem 26 witches (Tip: Physical salvation also counts as redemption~)

2. Prevent the advent of the "new world". (Destroying the planet can also prevent the advent of the "new world", but it is not recommended.)

3. Let the world know what true "love and peace" is.

"It's really...full of malice."

Lin Shangren thought helplessly.

There are two ways to redeem witches: one is traditional "redemption," giving them hope for life and allowing them to escape their muddled lives and tragic fates; the other is simpler, completely killing them, annihilating their bodies and devouring their souls. Either way, the second mission is ultimately accomplished: preventing the advent of the "new world." However, these two redemptions are ultimately different.

"It's just like choosing the Qiao Family Route in Stardew Valley. While the outcome for the farm isn't much different, the little Zhunimos will suffer.

One is simple and straightforward, with immediate benefits. The other requires effort and may be thankless.”

If this had been made clear upon entering this world, Lin Shangren might have chosen to devour the souls of the twenty-six witches without any psychological pressure, then take his reward and leave. However, after meeting Edna, who was kind-hearted, and experiencing firsthand the witches' care for him while he was unconscious, Lin Shangren clearly would not choose to physically liberate them.

"Honestly, the best outcome would be that nothing had happened, and these twenty-six good girls could continue with their lives. But...time travel and the like is impossible without props.