Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1137 - 961: Faith Thief_2

Chapter 1137: Chapter 961: Faith Thief_2

Along with this bizarre scene came an even more unbelievable piece of bad news.

The Judge of the arena was dead.

Someone walked into his office brazenly, murdered him, and then cracked the firewall set up by artificial intelligence. In their cognition, such an entity capable of this did not exist within the United Government, not even their proudly hailed "Emperor" could do it.

The Strongest Six Stars rescuer might sound intimidating, but to them, the "Emperor" was nothing more than a relic from the old era whose faith was fragmented.

"Tsks, your information is really outdated; you know nothing about what’s happening outside."

A flitting Shadow said gleefully while leaning back in a chair.

Despite having lost all fragments, "Corruption" had managed to establish a firm foothold here within a few days of arriving in D Zone.

Hearing this mockery, many cast angry glances at him.

"If any of you are thinking of trying to reclaim your turf, I advise you to drop that idea promptly, pardon my bluntness, but together, everyone in this room amounts to nothing more than courting death."

"Corruption" found this so-called emergency meeting filled with dark humor, perhaps the demise of their colleagues instinctively made the Judges want to do something, but the current scene was like a group of ants earnestly discussing how to hunt an elephant.

He naturally felt the Spiritual Energy that had emerged from the arena shortly before. At that time, the Spiritual Energy had distorted space but, unsurprisingly, dissipated the next second after gathering – just like his experiences in Oasis.

He had thought that gathering enough Spiritual Energy would help him touch the realm of time, but the reality proved that predecessors are always predecessors.

He had opened a door to a new world, but that predecessor didn’t know how long they had been advancing in that unknown world.

"Laughing at us, a mere loser?"

Unsurprisingly, the mockery immediately received a strong response.

The conference table adhered to the plain traditions of the prison, the collision of different Spiritual Energies made the entire street shake.

"I’m just stating facts; you have no idea what’s happening over there."

Facing the oppressive Spiritual Energy from several Judges, "Corruption" seemed quite at ease, "I’m quite disappointed, your understanding of Spiritual Energy remains so primitive."

But it made sense, he had heard that many Judges had only encountered Spiritual Energy after being incarcerated.

Their Master not only established D Zone right under the watchful eye of the mechanical mother but also unified their paths, turning nearly all prominent criminals into Believers of Spiritual Energy.

"You don’t think the measure of Spiritual Energy is how many objects it can destroy or how far its range extends, do you? Spare me, those are layman’s perspectives, what you’re seeing now is its truly terrifying aspect."

The failure in Oasis opened "Corruption" to a broader world.

"Speak directly, no need to beat around the bush."

"Do you really believe those criminals have completely reformed? No, everything they’re doing now is not of their own volition."

Whether behavior or emotions, it was the same.

If the Judges delved deeper, they would discover the invisible threads hanging over each prisoner’s shoulders, and even the prisoners themselves were unaware that they had become puppets.

The joyful and lively food festival, fully enjoying the fun brought by the festivals... These thoughts did not originate from themselves, unperceived, these ideas had been implanted deep into their minds.

And this, was the real power that touched upon the Domination rules.

Someone sneered, "Hmph, I thought you were going to say something important, just a pretense of profundity."

"Think about it, what happens if your Master sees you as an enemy?"

Instantly, the room fell silent.

Almost simultaneously, all Shadows became ambiguous, a reflection of their consciousness being heavily influenced, "Don’t even mention opposing the Master, just the slightest thought of rebellion would suffocate you, right? ’Absolutely unable to resist the Master’ is one of the notions deeply rooted in your consciousness."

"But what does that prove?"

"It proves his mercy."

"Corruption" watched the food festival with great interest, following the events of Oasis, he felt his perspective of the world had changed, "Those prisoners were implanted with ’fully enjoy the festival,’ such an overly merciful idea, don’t you understand yet? He doesn’t even need to lift a finger to deal with you, just by making you think ’life is meaningless, might as well end it,’ you’ll be done for."

"Ideas are not something that can easily be implanted."

The voice that appeared out of thin air in everyone’s mind interrupted the conversation. The Judges’ gazes froze, and they stood rooted to the spot like prey targeted by a natural predator. "However, he is right about one thing—you are only here because that person has not yet thought about killing you."

"Master, even so, we will give it our all..."

"Do not engage in meaningless actions."

The voice cut off the Judge’s declaration of courage, "The best way to hold him off is to do nothing."

"...Do nothing?"

The Judge could hardly believe his ears.

After issuing the command, the voice did not sound again, only "Corruption" produced a chilling sensation throughout his body, a cold that touched the soul.

He heard no other voices, nor received any other instructions, but a thought emerged in his mind.

He was to go somewhere in D Zone before the patrol ended, to find a slave named Benjamin Abel, and if he encountered Angle Saffire along the way, to take him there as well.

However, when "Corruption" thought deeper about it, he couldn’t recall any information about the delivery location.

Only a vague concept in his mind guided him, urging him to quickly fulfill his thoughts.

He suddenly felt a bit dazed.

Making a plan and putting it into action, "Corruption" was always a person of strong action, and now, he was to bring Benjamin and Abel to the master of D Zone.

It was his own idea; as for the reasons...

The reasons were not important.

...

Night fell.

The lively food festival came to a successful close.

Watching the guests gradually disappear into the depth of the night, the restaurant owner felt a renewed hope for the future.

Both the Monkfish and Judges were dead, but what did that have to do with him?

Life continued, and through the food festival, he found new joy. He believed that it would become one of the most popular festivals in D Zone in the future.

"I remember now."

Lu Xiang suddenly spoke at the entrance of the restaurant.

This scene reminded her of something and made her belatedly realize why Song Lan decided to host a food festival with RT6 at this crucial moment.

In the upper world previously, similar situations occurred frequently.

The vital point was not the food festival; it could be any kind of festival or competition, but the participants of the festival were key.

"Faith Thief!"

Previously it was the Church’s Believers, now it became the criminals of the neighborhood, the same being that their thinking had changed after the festival, and it even evolved into questioning their own environments.

The affected Believers would have a high probability of changing their faith paths, and might even leave the Church.

And the "law of the jungle" was the very "path" that the entire prison adhered to.

"You’re stealing other people’s Believers again!"

"Don’t make it sound so ugly."

Song Lan corrected, "How can you call what civilized people do stealing?"

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