The Whole of St. Freya is a Execution Ground for Imprisoning Kiana

She dared not think any further.

That would completely destroy her entire world.

"Bastard! That bastard!"

Zhou Weiqing could no longer hold back and burst into a tirade of curses.

His voice was filled with raging anger, like that of an enraged lion.

"What do you take other people's feelings and ties for? As stepping stones for your plans?!"

"This is no longer human; this is a complete and utter monster!"

Rong Nianbing's expression also turned extremely ugly.

As the God of Emotion, he could clearly feel the purity and beauty of the friendship in the picture.

That's why his anger at being deceived was all the more intense when he learned that it was all a false bubble.

It's like a chef using the finest ingredients and the most sincere emotions to cook up an unparalleled delicacy.

Otto then came over and told him that this dish was originally intended to be fed to pigs and dogs, and even to be made into poison.

This is the most vicious trampling on "beauty" itself!

Why did he do that?

Tian Hen's voice trembled slightly; he couldn't understand it.

"Now that you've already taken control of the other, real Kiana, why set up such a complicated scheme against this girl? Is it merely to control the power of the Herrscher?"

The answer will be revealed soon.

On the Light Screen, a line of text appeared that made everyone's hearts stop.

[The plan is to sacrifice Kiana's cherished companions at the most crucial moment, using immense pain and despair as a stimulus to completely overcome and suppress the evil side of "Sirin" within her, thus solidifying Kiana's kind "Kiana" consciousness.]

[Ultimately, they obtain a "god" who possesses divine power, but whose spirit and emotions are completely under their control.]

Boom!!!

It felt as if a million thunderbolts were exploding in everyone's minds at once!

The whole world fell silent at that moment.

Dead silence.

Utter silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the line of text, as if trying to see through it and understand it completely.

Sacrifice... to her cherished comrades?

Stimulate... her sense of kindness?

To obtain... a controllable "god"?

I see.

So that's how it is.

Tang San instantly understood all the key points, but what followed was a chill that almost froze his soul.

This plan is too vicious.

Extremely toxic.

He didn't want to destroy Kiana; he wanted to "reform" her.

He first gave her the most precious things—family (Siegfried), friendship (Mei, Bronya), and home (St. Freya).

Let her immerse herself in happiness, and let her develop an immense attachment and love for this world.

Then, at the most crucial moment, right in front of her, I shattered it all!

Let her watch as the people she loves most die for her, one by one.

This pain, this despair, is enough to destroy any mentally sound person.

But what Otto wanted was precisely this pain.

He wanted to use this extreme pain to hone Kiana's "goodness," to make her unleash her will to protect in despair, thereby suppressing the Herrscher's destructive instincts.

It's like forging a sword.

Take a piece of good iron, heat it until it's red-hot, then use a cold iron hammer to repeatedly hammer, fold, and quench it.

Every blow was an excruciating pain.

Every quenching process is a desperate struggle on the verge of death.

Kiana's friends and family are the iron hammer used for forging, and the ice water used for quenching!

Their purpose in existence is to deliver the heaviest blow to Kiana and then reduce her to dust!

"Madman..."

Hai Long's voice was hoarse, and the veins on his hand, which gripped the Golden Trident, bulged.

"He's a complete madman!"

"For a Nihility and ethereal 'controllable god,' he's willing to sacrifice so many innocent people? To completely ruin a girl's life?!"

Ji Dong took a big gulp of wine. The strong liquor went down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the raging anger and sorrow in his heart.

Before his eyes appeared the scene of Lie Yan being offered as a sacrifice.

The pain of losing a loved one remains an unhealed wound in his heart.

And Otto, that heartless bastard, actually wanted to use this pain as a "means" to precisely inflict it on an innocent girl!

How dare he?!

How could he possibly be worthy of her?!

"Kill him..."

Huo Yuhao unconsciously uttered three words.

His eyes had turned blood red.

His vast, ocean-like Divine Power went berserk uncontrollably, forming a terrifying storm around him.

Tian Meng, Ice Empress, Snow Empress, Electrolux... all the souls slumbering in his Sea of Consciousness felt his fury, which seemed to burn everything to ashes, at this moment.

If this man named Otto stood before him, Huo Yuhao had no doubt that he would use all his power and spare no expense to make him taste all the pain in the world and never be able to escape it again!

Tang Wulin's body trembled slightly.

He wasn't afraid, he was angry.

Extreme anger.

He thought of his adoptive parents, Wu Zhangkong, and his teachers and classmates at the Shrek Academy...

If someone told him that his encounters with these people were merely a pretext to have them die before his eyes one day in the future, in order to "stimulate" the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within him...

Tang Wulin couldn't imagine what he would become.

Perhaps, he is more like a pure embodiment of destruction than any other Herrscher.

The images on the Light Screen continued to play.

To ensure the plan's success, he also arranged for Fu Hua, China's strongest Fusion Soldier, to infiltrate Kiana's inner circle as a "Class Monitor" and conduct surveillance for several years.

On the screen, the calm and collected red-haired girl who always silently cleans up Kiana's messes is reporting Kiana's every move to Otto's projection in a secluded corner.

Even the last one, the seemingly most reliable "Class Monitor," was a fake.

It is also a piece on Otto's chessboard.

At that moment, everyone felt a profound sense of powerlessness and suffocation.

A vast and inescapable net.

A web of intrigue, lies, false love, and real malice has ensnared Kiana since the moment she was born.

She had nowhere to escape.

Every breath she took, every heartbeat, every laugh, every tear she shed was within that man's calculations.

She is the protagonist, and also the only prisoner.

The whole world is a magnificent stage built for her.

It was also set up for her, the cruelest execution ground.

The Light Screen gradually dimmed.

But those lines of cold text, like a brand, were deeply etched into everyone's mind.

The space was deathly silent.

Only heavy breathing could be heard, rising and falling.