To the Federation, justice and evil were unimportant.
Whether something could be "controlled" was what mattered.
In a critical moment, there was nothing wrong with praying to an Evil God for power.
Baird arrived at an underground laboratory.
Not only was it heavily guarded outside, but a Federation team of Beyonders was permanently stationed there as well.
Almost every so often, death row inmates whose records had been destroyed were transferred here and consumed as various kinds of "materials."
If everything here were exposed, the Federation would undoubtedly be rocked to its core, and countless people would be forced from office.
As he walked through corridors covered in all sorts of inscribed runes, even Baird could not help feeling a faint sense of oppression.
"How is it?"
He arrived at a monitoring room and asked.
"We arranged for criminals to pray to several Evil Gods, but none of them responded..." A scientist-looking man shook his head. "Or rather... the moment they made contact, they were contaminated. There was no valuable information at all..."
As he spoke, several test subjects appeared on the display.
Some were tied to beds, their eyes tightly shut as they struggled continuously, as though trapped in nightmares from which they could not wake.
Others had bitten open their wrists with their teeth and drawn all manner of incomprehensible symbols, turning their cells into blood-soaked graffiti rooms.
Others had simply been "destroyed." Even their footage was forbidden from being played because the "contamination level" was too high to isolate.
"Turing Alsace!" The scientist in the white coat repeated the name. "The word 'Turing'... seems to be a taboo in mysticism... Even the Moon Concealer, an Evil God who has always enjoyed recording knowledge, refused to communicate with us..."
"Not only the righteous gods—even the Evil Gods are