Infinite Paradise
Chapter 27 - 17 It’s great, I’m not interested in heaven.

Chapter 27: 17 It’s great, I’m not interested in heaven.

When Le Cheng arrived at the plaza in front of the cafeteria with his Suture Monster army, the place had already descended into utter chaos. The prison guards, dressed in black uniforms, seemed to transform into War Gods, leaving blood splattered and limbs scattered everywhere they went.

Although the prison guards did not possess such fighting capabilities, they had acquired almost undying bodies. Missing arms or legs didn’t matter, even if their heads were blown off, their bodies still didn’t fall, and not a single person screamed in pain or anguish; all faces bore insane smiles.

They had completely lost their sanity.

Some of them even lacked heads, their bodies, mangled and gender-indistinguishable, still clung tightly together, those bodies that should have been dead still twitching incessantly.

Weird, insane, bloody, obscene, terrifying, filthy...

Yet, this is Slaanesh.

Even without any drugs, this is the ultimate pleasure that Slaanesh believers seek.

Le Cheng calmly watched this hellish tableau unfold before him. As the mastermind, he felt no psychological burden, because from the very beginning, this prison was a place of sin that shouldn’t have existed. Only through extreme madness could it finally face destruction and rebirth.

Thus, he was indifferent.

He jumped off the shoulders of the Demon Man and pointed forward.

"Go, grant everyone equal destruction."

"ROAR!!"

The Demon Man roared furiously, its enormous and robust body charging forward, even the ground seemed to tremble; the other Suture Monsters followed closely behind. These ordinary Suture Monsters did not follow Le Cheng’s commands, but the Demon Man had an authoritative presence over them; driven by instinct, whatever the Demon Man did, they would do the same.

Almost a hundred Suture Monsters swept past Le Cheng and soon clashed with the people in the plaza.

In an instant, shouts of killing, cursing, tearing, and bone-crunching filled the air.

Le Cheng listened to the sounds around him, smiling as he closed his eyes. At this moment, his mood reached an unprecedented level of tranquility.

In such a bizarre situation, he was the most normal yet most abnormal person.

He raised his hands, like a conductor of an orchestra, strolling through this jungle of flesh and blood, lightly playing a tune with his fingers, as splatters of blood and chunks of flesh occasionally landed on him.

"Let’s row the paddles, the boat pushes through the waves~~~"

In the meat-grinder-like ocean of slaughter, nothing could stop Le Cheng’s advance. He was like a small boat in a storm, swaying yet stably moving forward.

"The sea reflects the beautiful white tower, surrounded by green trees and red walls~~"

At the end of Le Cheng’s path ahead stood a tall tower, where the Prison Director resided.

"The small boat gently drifts on the water, welcoming the cool breeze facing it~~"

SNAP!

Scalding blood splashed onto his face. Le Cheng stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, tasting a familiar sweetness.

"I’ve... I’ve found you!"

Suddenly, a Caucasian man stood in Le Cheng’s way, wearing a dark black uniform, an ear missing, covered in blood—it was unclear whether it belonged to others or his own.

He held an axe, glaring at Le Cheng, his face the epitome of madness.

"Ha ha, I finally found you, you yellow-skin monkey, die!"

Amidst his laughter, he leaped forward, the axe fiercely aimed at Le Cheng, who still had his eyes closed.

His pale and sickly fingers quickly extended, sharp nails shooting out like blades, lightly slicing forward in tune with Le Cheng’s melody, then scorching hot blood swept past his chest, as his fingers pressed on a certain musical note in his mind, a head perfectly landed on the back of his hand.

"Sorry, but it’s hard to control this power without killing the ants I step on."

"But it doesn’t matter, I’ve already forgotten who you are."

Bang!

Le Cheng tossed the head in his hand, and behind him, a headless corpse fell flat on its back. When he tried to stand again, an elephant’s foot descended from the sky completely crushing him into a pulp.

Le Cheng never opened his eyes, he just wanted to sing now, to commemorate his long-gone childhood.

"After a day’s work, let’s rejoice, I ask you, my dear friend, who arranged this happy life for us~~"

"Le! Cheng!"

Before Le Cheng could approach the high tower, an angry voice burst forth, as the Prison Director approached with a face full of murderous intent, gritting his teeth and calling out his name.

Le Cheng opened his eyes and smiled, "Ah, my dear friend, it’s you, my respected Prison Director."

"Shut up! Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course, following your orders, eliminating a group of troublesome people who might harbor rebellious thoughts to solidify your rule, and look, as you wished, I’ve dealt with all the rebels."

"Damn it, I didn’t ask you to wipe everyone out!" the Prison Director roared even more furiously, "You’ve killed all the Prison Guards and prison guards, who will manage the prisoners? Who will govern this prison? You?!"

Le Cheng blinked, an innocent expression on his face, "But, I was merely following your orders, think about it carefully, you, as the supreme ruler of this prison, divided all the captured dead spirits into three levels, prisoners to be used as fish meat, prison guards that can be disposed of like tools, and Prison Guards whose deaths nobody cares about... you don’t think they would willingly be ruled by you and genuinely appreciate you, do you? Surely not? Surely not?"

"..." The Prison Director was at a loss for words.

"So, in my view, these people aren’t loyal enough, and as soon as they possess power exceeding yours, they will definitely rebel against you at the first opportunity. To avoid such a scenario, I, being loyal, am willing to eliminate all obstacles for you. And as for the prisoners, you needn’t worry, if there are no prisoners left, naturally there will be no need for Prison Guards or prison guards to manage them, don’t you think?"

"You...!"

The Prison Director was about to explode with rage but despite fuming for a long while, he couldn’t let out even a fart because he suddenly realized that Le Cheng’s argument was logically flawless.

If you kill everyone, there’s no need to worry about troublesome people rebelling, and by also cleaning up the prisoners, there’s absolutely no need for Prison Guards or prison guards.

This son of a bitch... he actually makes sense?!

Taking a deep breath, the Prison Director, suppressing his anger, questioned: "What exactly did you do to them?"

"Nothing much, just a trivial matter... You must have heard of Revival Water, it’s the culmination of Doctor Jack’s research, maximizing the release of human desires while keeping the body in perpetual motion, and when these two combine, it transforms them into what you see, unless their bodies are completely shattered and irreparable, under the control of desire, their bodies will endlessly pursue the pleasure they desire."

Le Cheng spread his hands and laughed, "Actually, I have many ways to physically eliminate them, but I think this is the most appropriate, after all, we are all believers of the God of Slaanesh, falling into pleasure, dying in pleasure, and reaching the end in pleasure, thereby their souls can return to His embrace, wouldn’t you agree?"

"You..."

"Moreover, to pursue this sense of ritual, I even invited everyone to enjoy four days of free feasting, keeping everyone healthy and strong. Oh, and I also sang a song for everyone, and accidentally recalled my childhood, back then, I was also an innocent and flawless child, those were my faded youth."

"You... you really deserve to die!" Upon hearing this, the Prison Director could no longer contain the rage in his heart, glaring venomously at Le Cheng.

Le Cheng smiled faintly, "Everyone says that, but unfortunately, those who say that often end up dying before me."

"You’ll definitely go to hell!"

"That would be great, I have no interest in heaven at all."

"..."

"So, let us begin, the tumultuous symphony—the finale."

Le Cheng stretched out his hand toward the Prison Director, exposing his pallid, sickly and sharp fingers.

"At this point, you only have two choices left, Prison Director, either you kill me, or... let me bring about destruction."