"Damn... Is this another hallucination? Why does it feel so real!"

Merka swung his arm, trying to grab the thin black shadow that was clutching his neck, but it was like passing through a shadow, passing through the body of the thin black shadow.

Seeing Merka about to be choked to death, his face turning red, he reached out to touch the backdrop hidden in his arms.

"Again! Backdrop!"

A heavy blow, like a shattering silver screen, suddenly struck the thin black shadow, dispersing it like thick fog.

Merka used the backdrop to shield himself from the recognition of the thin black shadow. Soon, the terrifying shadow instantly receded, and he fell from mid-air.

He landed heavily on the ground, gasping for breath, and then got up from the ground in a disheveled manner.

"Huff... Huff."

"What in the world was that..."

"Is it related to that serpent woman?"

Merka shook his head, still feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen, and took a deep breath.

In the air, the scent of death and decay filled the entire corridor, making the air thin.

"We need to hurry!"

After this narrow escape, Merka did not let his guard down at all. He quickly activated the Descent of the Holy Son mode and accelerated his walking speed.

With the magic empowerment, Merka could take several tens of meters in each step, as if leaving even the shadows behind.

However, the surrounding darkness was more urgent and fierce than the last time he came.

The shadow, like sand and sea, broke through the gaps between walls and the crevices between tiles, spewing from corners that Merka's magical vision could not detect, seemingly surging with a hint of overwhelming trend.

"Run, run as much as you can."

"You cunning little devil..."

"If one is punished emotionally, one is imprisoned for life."

"Your fate is shallow, like a mayfly."

"Your... love is like reeds."

"End the love by the lake."

"Everything about you is emotions, all inherited."

"Hmmm... I wonder if you've noticed that."

Merka ran desperately, but it seemed that no matter where he escaped to, he couldn't escape the terrifying whisper of the grim god.

Each word, like a slow knife, slowly cut into Merka's heart.

"Your dreams inherited from Joan, faith from religion, virtues from the monastery, and character learned from every orphanage."

"You borrowed some courage from Othello, tenderness from Romeo, strength from Juliet, and enduring resilience from Hamlet."

"And now, like reeds, you parasitize on the vast Turing, living on it."

"This is your destiny..."

"You have killed them all, and inherited some good things from them."

"In the future, you will definitely kill Turing for this... hehehe."

Merka ran all the way, finally arriving at the wall that Lilith had pierced before the darkness caught up with him.

The magnetic male baritone of the grim god ravaged Merka's heart.

Merka felt a sharp pain in his heart, and couldn't hold on any longer, couldn't help but curse loudly, trying to stabilize his inner turmoil.

But the response he received was the gradually distorted grin of the grim god in the void.

"You nuisance..."

"Shut up... Shut up!"

"I won't allow you to spy on me through 'aside' anymore!!!"

Merka shouted hoarsely, his face turning pale, and rushed into the hole in the wall that Lilith had broken into earlier.

Inside the hole was a vast and mysterious botanical garden.

A huge glass dome was embedded in the steel frame made of reinforced steel on the surface of the botanical garden.

The transparent dome was permeated with the heavy mist of death in the dark night sky outside the laboratory, carrying an unspeakable sense of decay. The entire botanical garden looked as if it was trapped in the belly of a steel giant fossilized into crystal.

The twisted dark green struggled, breaking through the belly of the giant beast.

Here, the normally cute green ivy grew wildly like skyscrapers; the pitcher plants perched on hard rocks pierced the earth as if they could devour elephants; and the moss hidden by the broken water pool looked like creeping giant lizards, like a devil's joke in a nightmare.

Merka stood in front of various twisted green plants, feeling stunned for a moment.

The crazy and unrestrained growth of deep green stored countless diseased and deformed vitality, all of which entered Merka's eyes, as if wanting to parasite on him, suck him dry, until he turned into nothing but residue.