Chapter 185 - 137: Infiltration (Part 2)

"They shouldn’t have died... even if they made mistakes..."

The Judge, eyes bloodshot, murmured as he drew the sword from his waist, trembling as he stood opposite Lin Lan: "I want to seek justice for the dead..."

"Oh? Why do you think that?" Lin Lan’s face showed a hint of confusion.

"I can understand protecting the citizens; after all, that’s the hero’s job."

He leaned forward nervously, spreading his hands: "But why do you stand up for your ’competitors’? There’s clearly no justice law protecting heroes in Flower Celestial City?"

"Shut up!!"

Roman roared out, charging at Lin Lan like a rabid beast.

Beside him, Ansel raised a fist, striking with a thud, and Roman only felt darkness engulf his vision as the world became blurry.

"Seems like this sea realm isn’t as bad as I imagined."

Before losing consciousness, he faintly heard the boy’s sigh.

"Have a good sleep, Roman."

Lin Lan revealed an approving smile: "There’s still much use for you."

·

Inside the Classical Hall.

The Nameless Hero, draped in a flower-embroidered robe, gazed at the majestic star ring outside the window, his expression somewhat gloomy.

As a devout follower of the Beauty God, Nameless was the first to sense the Lord’s displeasure, something corrupt was interfering with Celestial City’s normal operation amid the Apocalypse Monarch’s crucial point in digesting the concept of Justice.

In the next moment, a figure appeared in the center of the hall.

A middle-aged man, impeccably dressed, held the head of a singer, respectfully placing the offering before him, as several vines swiftly wrapped around and eagerly sucked.

"What exactly happened?" Nameless asked blandly.

"Holy Envoy sir, the rules set by the supreme Pure Beauty for the Celestial City have been broken, already two Pure Beauty Heroes were brutally murdered by the crime organization, led by the purple-clad monster..."

The Mayor of Flower Celestial City knelt respectfully on the ground, pressing his forehead against the floor: "We have never encountered such a situation... Holy Envoy sir, what should we do?"

Nameless slowly descended from the high platform.

Dozens of pure girls crawled on the ground, exposing their smooth backs, their bodies forming a perfect staircase for Nameless.

"They are sailors from the Ark."

Nameless sighed deeply: "Those guys are poisoning our Sea Waves in a most vicious manner."

The greedy group at the Commercial Union sold out trouble; the first time he saw those two talented Beastman singers, they had already become the Ark Leader’s properties.

Nameless naturally knew the Abyss’s nascent form faced setbacks in the Ark; evidently, the Master of the Profound’s Bishop has bitten into hard bones.

The problem lies in which Apocalypse Monarch is the envoy for the Ark’s leader?

Nameless knew well the supreme Monarchs were also competitive, none willing to let go of the juicy meat by their mouth.

"Ark? Sailors?"

Only to see the Mayor lifting his head, eyes blank.

Nameless paused.

Almost forgot, this guy is, after all, essentially just a simple-minded ’Sea Monster’...

"No need to worry, perplexed child, the descending Sinners are merely weaving their own cocoons."

Thus he softened his tone, speaking in a way the Sea Monster could comprehend: "They rejected Pure Beauty’s blessings, standing in opposition to Justice, destined for destruction from the start."

He smiled: "You need not grieve over the loss of souls, for heroes, in essence, are merely the foundation for shaping Pure Beauty and Justice."

The Mayor nodded, eyes becoming devout and calm.

"But we absolutely cannot tolerate the sinners’ wicked deeds!"

Nameless’s expression became serious: "They are desecrating the concept of Pure Beauty, using vile means to ensnare the populace."

"This is also our opportunity, pause the release of ordinary sinners, because we have already found the true villains."

Nameless gently caressed the Mayor’s head, his tone warm: "Once the true villains are defeated by noble heroes, the Beauty God’s elegant stance will only delve deeper into people’s hearts."

"I will send out the true Pure Beauty Apostle to assist you in hunting them, finding them, then crushing them."

He smiled: "Remember, any Pure Beauty Hero participating in the hunt for the purple-clad sinners will receive the highest honor bestowed by the Flower Hall."

"Following your will!"

The Mayor’s expression turned fervent, bowing low to devotedly kiss the Pure Beauty Bishop’s foot.

All heroes would give everything for the chance to ascend to the supreme hall!

"By the way, Holy Envoy sir..."

The Mayor suddenly recalled something, adding: "Many citizens have been bewitched by the purple-clad monster, their mental state already showing obvious problems."

The Nameless Hero furrowed his brow.

Though those citizens had deficient minds, they had long become part of the altar in the endless cycle, the notion a mere slogan could alter their minds was entirely unrealistic.

Unless that purple-clad lunatic was an existence akin to the Apocalypse Monarch, capable of covering their spirit with even more sinister pollution.

Haha... how could this be...

Yet at this moment, a faint unease inexplicably loomed in the depths of Nameless’s heart.

"Additionally, a ’hero’ not registered in the roster was abducted by the purple-clad sinner’s organization,"

The Mayor continued to report: "Should we launch a rescue plan for them?"

"Not registered? The Flower Altar has no need for false heroes."

Nameless’s tone became chillingly cold: "Just regard him as a companion to the sinners."

·

In the dust-laden city’s sewer.

"You’ve found yourself a brand new way to pioneer..."

The Pirate Leader patted the boy’s shoulder, expressing sincere admiration: "Now all of Deep Sea Gray Realm sees us as the arch-enemy!"

For Doragon People, this feeling was truly nostalgic!

She sniffed: "Why are we hiding in the sewer, anyway?"

"Real criminals must maintain a mysterious aura of ever-changing presence."

Lin Lan assumed a seasoned manner: "The sewer is vast and hidden, perfect for plotting conspiracies."

"Master, what should we do next?"

Ansel placed the unconscious Roman Judge, bound like a dumpling, on the ground, then sat at the gray-haired boy’s side.

"It’s simple, we must drag the ’heroes’ into the mire, pushing them against the citizens."

Lin Lan rubbed his hands, laughing as if a genuine deranged criminal: "Then we can seize two groups of citizens, forcing them to make choices questioning their conscience, hahahahaha..."

The tails of the two Feis girls puffed into furballs.

"Ahem... I was just imitating an old friend earlier."

Seeing the two frightened Feis Cat Girls, Lin Lan had to restrain his demeanor: "Relax, I’m not that crazy yet..."

Ansel breathed a sigh of relief.

Honestly, there was a moment he felt his leader was more suitable as the ultimate villain for world destruction than those Apocalypse Monarchs...

"In essence, we must hide, then understand the true operational mechanism of the whole city."

Lin Lan shared his true intentions: "We must reshape the rules of Deep Sea in our own way, ultimately finding the ’Justice’ hidden by the Beauty God..."

"I really misjudged you all!"

At that moment, the Judge’s roar suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears.

Roman had woken up at some point, struggling and gnashing his teeth: "You bunch of madmen coveting Justice, I’ll never surrender to you!"

Lin Lan squatted in front of the curly-haired handsome man.

"Aren’t you trying to find ’Justice’?"

Lin Lan stared into the other’s eyes: "Trust me, if you depend on so-called hero rankings, what you’ll eventually see is only the ’Beauty God’."

"You don’t understand! Any result is the same! Do you think God’s battle is a brawl mortals can comprehend?!"

Roman’s expression turned painful again: "It’s already too late... Sometimes a God is Justice, sometimes a Beauty God, He has long become Himself!"