655. Madness (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Konodel City.

On the outskirts, inside a farm.

Within a gloomy warehouse.

"No... spare me, spare me!"

A white man was bound to a stone pillar. Seeing the mottled bloodstains all around him and the blood-filled eyeballs in the stone basin opposite him, he could not help letting out a mournful cry.

"Beckett, haven't you always longed for mysterious power?" The Evil God worshipper in black robes sneered. "Now... offer up your eyes, and you shall perceive the deity and return to its embrace..."

"No..."

Tears and other fluids splattered from Beckett. He was merely an ordinary salaried worker trying to change his fate. If he had known things would turn out like this, he would never have believed this cult's nonsense, even if it killed him.

"Ah!"

The next moment, a shrill scream rang out from the warehouse. But this place was far too remote and rarely visited, so no outsider heard it.

The black-robed worshipper tossed the still-bleeding eyeballs into the basin, took a towel to wipe his hands, and entered the two-story wooden building outside the warehouse.

A man who looked like a middle-aged wealthy merchant sat in a wooden recliner.

His temples were streaked with gray, and he held a dark red wooden pipe between his teeth, seemingly savoring the rich tobacco from southern plantations.

"My lord... the next batch of offerings has been prepared."

The black-robed worshipper bowed and said devoutly, "This time, the amount far exceeds the last. My Lord will surely be greatly pleased."

"Very good... the Ancient Evil Eye will not forget to reward you."

The middle-aged merchant smiled. "Your class... can be raised by one rank as well."

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

Overjoyed, the black-robed worshipper bowed and withdrew.

After he left, the middle-aged merchant's expression turned