Farewell, Evil Infant Tribunal? No, Farewell to the Evil Infant Tribunal!

When Cheng Shi opened his eyes again, he found himself not back on the rooftop, but in front of a building.

Under the moonlight, the soft moonlight shone on Cheng Shi's feet, making the patterns on the door incredibly clear.

The building was so familiar that the moment Cheng Shi recognized it, he froze on the spot, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The Evil Infant Tribunal!

He reappeared in front of the Dolgo D Evil Infant Tribunal!

This time, however, the Evil Infant Tribunal in front of them was not abandoned due to being shelved, nor was it burned to ruins by the "fire from the sky." It looked so exquisite, magnificent, and splendid, as if everything had just been built.

Cheng Shi stood in front of the door of the courthouse's inner hall, with gold-painted bluestone floor beneath his feet and a tightly closed door adorned with jade in front of him.

He swallowed nervously, and without saying a word, took two steps back.

But he failed.

Because this didn't seem to be the real Evil Infant Tribunal, and there was no longer that spacious outer courtyard behind him, Cheng Shi only took one step back before he found that his back seemed to have hit an invisible wall, which bounced him back and pushed him to the door again.

His heart skipped a beat, and he frowned deeply.

Oh no, this is telling me to open the door!?

But can this door be opened?

What's hidden inside?!

Is it the revenge of the Wuma Sinners, or a trap set by the Divine Nurturing Church?

No, the Trials is over. Logically, these people and things that have passed into history should no longer have any connection to me, so...

The current strange occurrences have nothing to do with them, but with "them"!

Who is it?!

Who summoned me again?

When Cheng Shi thought about the content of the Trials, the first person he thought of was [Birth].

But his impression of "Birth" was not this kind of deliberately mysterious thing.

Thinking of that intimidating "Divine Pillar," Cheng Shi felt that if "Birth" were looking for him, it would probably have brought the "Divine Pillar" directly to the rooftop of the Rest Area, instead of leaving him in front of this gaudy doorway.

So, who else could it be?

Could it be... [Filth and Decay]?

That doesn't seem quite right either. It's said that "Filth and Decay" controls the "Sea of Desire," stirring up all the emotions and desires in the world.

If it were Him, He wouldn't still be struggling with weighing the options. Under the influence of amplified desires, He might have already pushed open the door and walked in.

He couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation no matter how hard he tried, so he could only blame it all on his Lord of Grace.

My Lord of Grace, could it be you...?

This inexplicable sense of mockery is so strong, it's like the work of God of Merriment.

But what do you want me to do by doing this?

Shall I push open this door to pay my respects?

How novel! Seeing the content of my last Trials, they're starting to use "current events" to create fear here?

Fine, fine, whether it's you behind the door or not, whether you're watching this place or not, I have more than one Lord of Grace, and I refuse to believe that the great "Destiny" will lead me Wrong Path!

"The path we take and the path we follow are all predetermined!"

Praise be to Destiny!

Your radiance will guide me on the Predestination path and protect me from all misfortune.

After shouting the prayer dedicated to "Destiny," Cheng Shi gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand...

He threw a pile of Dice behind him.

A steady mind is essential; I learned that from squinty-eyed people!

After spreading the Dice evenly across the not-so-spacious ground beneath his feet, he slowly reached out again and approached the door of the Evil Infant Tribunal in front of him.

But just then, perhaps because Cheng Shi hadn't reacted for too long, the door was pushed open from the inside.

"Buzz—"

"Click-clack—"

Cheng Shi reacted very quickly. When he saw the door move slightly and heard the hinges creak, he immediately retreated to the furthest point where he could retreat no further. With his back against the invisible wall, he clenched his ring, took out his Scalpel, and stood ready for battle.

He seemed to sense someone behind the door, which undoubtedly refuted his conjecture that the God of Merriment was behind the door. The problem was, he couldn't imagine what kind of "person" could bring him here after the Trials.

It can't be like the Katarro, where someone else is acting as its spokesperson.

Just as Cheng Shi was tense and thinking rapidly, the door was slowly pushed open.

The gap between the two doors widened until the moonlight outside dimly illuminated the hall inside, and a strange yet familiar figure gradually came into Cheng Shi's view.

When Cheng Shi saw that exquisitely sculpted face, his mind went completely blank.

He froze on the spot, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, his nerves taut like a bowstring.

He stared in disbelief at the person who had appeared before him and couldn't help but exclaim:

"It's you! Tullatin!?"

Yes, the person who pushed open the door to the inner hall of the Evil Infant Tribunal was Tullatin.

But he doesn't seem to be Tullatin.

Because he looked very different from when Cheng Shi first met him. Now he had long, flowing hair, well-defined eyebrows and eyes, a slender figure, and an upright posture.

With a charming smile on his face and arms outstretched as if he were delighted to see an old friend, a closer look reveals that the act of embracing seems to be an expression of devotion to some high and mighty being.

Moreover, "Tullatin" was dressed in a black robe adorned with gold and moonlight, and he murmured some unheard-of melody with his eyes closed. Under the moonlight, this image appeared even more... holy.

But this "sanctity" was different from any sanctity Cheng Shi had ever seen before.

This lofty and solemn demeanor evokes not reverent worship, nor fearful retreat, nor awe and self-deprecation, but rather...

A desire arises in one's heart, making one only want to defile him!

Yes, blasphemy!

Wrath, hatred, possession, pleasure...

Wrestling, killing, embracing, entanglement...

Countless desires surged into Cheng Shi's mind, instantly turning his eyes bloodshot and causing him to gasp for breath.

Seeing this, "Tullatin" smiled even more charmingly. He did not leave the inner hall, but stared at Cheng Shi's face, smiling as if he were meeting an old friend.

"My brother, have you forgotten? I have changed my name and am no longer called Tullatin."

Instead, it's called...

Afros.

And, my brother, it was you who told me His Divine Name, it was you who pushed me into His embrace, it was you who taught me His Will.

And now, seeing old friends, how could I not be happy?

I'm so happy, you little twisted dough stick!

Cheng Shi didn't even have the energy to force a fake smile to deal with the other party, because he was trying his best to suppress the desire in his heart. This surging desire had never been so strong, to the point that he dared not let go, for fear that he would do something unimaginable.

But he still gritted his teeth and replied stiffly:

"Who the hell is your old friend?"

The Afros I know is a woman!