Enforcer Manual
Chapter 759 - 757: Spirit Light Drama Society_1

Chapter 759: Chapter 757: Spirit Light Drama Society_1

"The Emperor" looked around and found that he was the only one in the audience.

The images of the Tidal Sect members on stage had changed at some point. They had shed their grey robes and donned strange costumes from the drama troupe, each wearing a smiling mask. After the curtain call, they bowed sincerely to "The Emperor," the sole audience member.

Even the girl who was thrown into the waves a short while ago had returned to the stage. Like everyone else, she wore a mask, and her gender could only be vaguely discerned from her figure.

"Now, please clap your hands; it’s the least you can do."

Whisper sounded close to his ear or, more accurately, filled this bizarre world like a narrator’s voice.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap—"

Once the applause sounded, the actors on stage finally began their next movements.

The capsized boat to the Misty Archipelago was not the only performance prepared; "The Emperor" saw much more.

He saw even more bizarre worlds.

A world shrouded in vegetation, where humans had become fodder, bred as reserve food supplies.

There was also a city that had sunk to the bottom of the sea. Its inhabitants had mutated after being long forgotten, developing features of sea creatures—with deep blue skin, their faces resembled octopuses.

Finally, there was a cold mechanical city, which looked very similar to The First Region. It seemed to be an evolution of The First Region. There, even every part of the human body could be traded as goods. Most people had been replaced by machinery, and only their brains were preserved.

"The Emperor" gradually realized that in every world, the fate of humanity was incredibly bleak.

They were no longer the masters of this world; they had become lambs to the slaughter.

"What place is this?"

"The Emperor" did not need to speak for his thoughts to reach the other party. He gradually understood the identity of Whisper—he was the manager of the theatre, and those masked performers were his employees.

"This is a place that records the past and the future... Spirit Light Theatre, that was its name before the third war."

The narrator fulfilled its duty, unraveling "The Emperor’s" confusions, "You were not chosen by the Father God; you should not have appeared here."

"It was here that you twisted the thoughts of those orphans," "The Emperor" said, suddenly comprehending.

Even with his unwavering heart, he couldn’t help but be affected by the despair of the worlds they presented, not to mention those mentally immature orphans.

"Twisted? I merely showed them the future and made them understand an undeniable fact: only Father God can change everything you just saw. As for you, you are a heretic who has strayed from faith. Look at what you have become now."

Pity filled the tone of "The Narrator."

At that moment, "The Emperor" finally understood the true meaning of "heretic."

Modifying the body, continuously undergoing prosthetic implantation until every part of his body was replaced by machinery, becoming a thorough mechanical creation—this was the process of "falling."

He also suddenly realized that this had nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil, but rather the direction they were heading.

It was like the knowledge every rescuer obtained before entering the department.

Spiritual Energy, prostheses, flesh—each of them would advance along one of these paths.

Until now, he had been steadfastly walking the path of Spiritual Energy.

"I think you brought me here not just to criticize my choices," he said.

"You need to go to the Misty Archipelago."

Faced with the "narrator’s" commanding tone, the "Emperor" remained silent.

This was precisely the reason he had traveled thousands of miles from The First Region to Silvermoon Harbor, but hearing it articulated this way by someone else made him inexplicably irritated.

The "narrator" continued issuing his commands, "You are to record everything you see and become a witness."

"And then, just like before, you want me to turn what I’ve seen into a play?"

"As I said, this place records the past and the future,"

the "narrator" said.

Although displeased, the "Emperor" was powerless to do anything about it.

Because he knew that only his consciousness was here, while his body was still lying on a hospital bed in Silvermoon Harbor, and whether the Spirit Light Drama Society truly existed was still a matter of uncertainty.

However, at the very least, he knew the identities and purposes of these Whispers.

They were also preachers of "God," proclaiming that only their Father God could save this world of despair.

At the same time, the "Emperor" gained a new understanding of faith.

What he was going through was not merely a struggle for fame and power; the true goal of those Whispers seemed to be contending for the future path of the world, and without a doubt, the Spirit Light Drama Society hoped that Psychic Abilities would ultimately become the yardstick for measuring all things in the world.

He was once a Psychic himself.

But now, he was no longer pure; the extent of his prosthetic modification was on par with "Wild Bone," the mechanical creation, and the parts that belonged to him had been replaced through successive prosthetic implantation surgeries, leaving only his brain.

The "Emperor" knew he was destined not to find the source of the Whispers right away and confront the Father God mentioned by the "narrator" because he had been expelled from the theatre after all the performances ended.

His consciousness returned to his body, and he opened his eyes; what he saw was the pristine ceiling of the harbor hospital, making everything that had just happened seem like nothing more than a dream.

The operating system automatically completed its restart, and then he recognized the scent permeating the air.

For him, his sense of smell had long changed.

He could easily identify all the components of these scents but could no longer enjoy the aroma of fishbone porridge as simply as ordinary people do.

Diago’s companion had returned, bringing with her the recipe inherited from "Father God" and cooked a steaming bowl of fishbone porridge for Diago, hoping for his speedy recovery.

Before long, the "Emperor" witnessed the miraculous effects of the fishbone porridge.

Diago’s complexion improved, and the ulcerated parts of his body began to scab and heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.

This was inexplicable from a scientific point of view, yet it was happening right before his eyes.

However, having witnessed this, the "Emperor" suddenly fell into confusion again.

From what the "narrator" of the Spirit Light Drama Society said, he sensed their "Father God" was attempting to make Spiritual Energy the sole path in this world, but what exactly had their Father God done?

He had not promised power to His most devout Believers, nor had He incited them to proclaim His existence to the world.

Instead, He shared with them the recipe for fishbone porridge.

This made the "Emperor" skeptical.

Skeptical of their Father God...

Was He truly striving to claim this world?