The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 262 - 258 Liu Zheng: Increase the intensity, I’m about to fall asleep.

Chapter 262: Chapter 258 Liu Zheng: Increase the intensity, I’m about to fall asleep.

The Great Baptism was about to begin.

The old woman looked at Liu Zheng standing in front of the Twisted Saint with excitement in her eyes.

How many years had it been since so many had failed to attempt it since the former Church elder’s failure?

It wasn’t that the remaining congregants were not devout, but that the Church could no longer afford to lose any more people.

Fortunately, the Great Baptism didn’t necessarily have to be performed by someone from the Church, as long as the person was willing.

Considering this foreigner’s ease in enduring the enhanced needle baptism, there was a chance this Great Baptism could be successful.

"We’re ready to start."

The old woman said to the helmet man.

The helmet man nodded and dragged over a large box that had been prepared earlier.

With a press of a button, the box unfolded like a Rubik’s cube into twelve faces, each storing a different kind of torture device.

There were twelve months in a year, each corresponding to a different baptism.

And the Great Baptism was about to administer all twelve baptisms at once.

This inhuman torment could naturally only be endured by the inhuman.

Throughout history, even Saints who had passed the Great Baptism ended up dying from various complications afterward.

Of course, after their deaths, their bodies would show different miracles that inspired other congregants.

"Holy Lord of Suffering, we gather here to show You mankind’s devotion and courage. May You kindly savor this grand agony and bestow miracles to motivate the world."

"Great Twisted Saint, may Your suffering bless us and ensure the successful execution of the Great Baptism."

The old woman prayed softly facing the statue.

At this moment, nails were also hammered into her body.

Two were driven into her shoulders and one into her chest, symbolizing the pursuit of the Twisted Saint’s miracles.

The old woman’s physical condition was clearly not as good as the helmet man, and she turned pale after the three nails.

If the Great Baptism were to be carried out a few more times, she might officiate herself to death.

It was only reasonable for the Church of Suffering to have fallen to this state.

"Let’s begin."

The old woman turned around and spoke to the helmet man.

The helmet man nodded, took out a leather sack from the box,

and walked behind Liu Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the statue, fitting the sack over his head before slowly tightening it.

The specially designed sack gradually conformed to Liu Zheng’s face, expelling all air inside.

Then the helmet man forcefully punched his chest, pushing all the air out of his lungs.

The helmet man’s technique was skillful, removing only the air from the lungs without damaging the lungs or ribs at all.

This was the baptism of January, the Asphyxiation Baptism.

With Liu Zheng’s extraordinary constitution, he naturally consumed a vast amount of oxygen.

Soon, the feeling of suffocation surged from the depths of his brain.

His nostrils twitched instinctively, trying to inhale a bit of air, but he got nothing except the faintly smelly leather sack.

It had to be said that this baptism had dealt a heavy blow to Liu Zheng from the start.

He could withstand the pain of physical injuries, but he couldn’t fight against the cells’ instinctual need for oxygen.

Suddenly, he began clutching at his throat, hoping to alleviate the discomfort.

Liu Zheng’s suprasternal, supraclavicular notches, intercostal spaces, and substernal soft tissue were concavely deformed from the excessive attempt to inhale, appearing utterly horrifying.

Anke turned away, unable to bear watching any longer.

As for Marian and the three children, they had already been sent to the room, as this scene was not suitable for them to witness.

Meanwhile, San Huamao squatted on the side, indifferently licking its paws.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

It took a full five minutes before the helmet man removed the sack.

Liu Zheng let out a violent cough, then greedily breathed in the air around him.

His cheeks and lips had turned cyanotic and dark, a clear sign of severe oxygen deprivation.

In fact, had it not been for the effect of "Blood and Flesh Rebirth," he would have already died once.

"Very good, very good."

The old woman nodded in satisfaction.

This trial seemed less bloody, but the difficulty of passing it was quite high.

In fact, the more physically robust a person was, the harder it was for them to pass.

As for Liu Zheng’s reactions during the process, she didn’t care.

Whether it was enduring the pain or succumbing to it, both pleased the Lord of Suffering.

The helmet man didn’t give Liu Zheng much time to breathe and took out a bell the size of a human head from the box.

He placed the bell upside-down over Liu Zheng’s head and then began striking the body of the bell with a key.

The immense noise went straight through bone conduction to assault Liu Zheng’s brain, and the dense and disordered cacophony tortured both his body and mind.

Noise over 60 decibels causes fatigue, weariness, and drowsiness; noise over 90 decibels leads to irritability, anger, and depression; and noise over 120 decibels can result in hearing loss or permanent deafness.

And the noise from this specially made bell exceeded 140 decibels.

Even Anke, who was watching from the side, couldn’t stand it and plugged his ears, feeling nauseous and wanting to throw up.

Blood oozed from Liu Zheng’s nostrils and ears, gathered at the tip of his chin, and then dripped onto the floor.

His nerves and blood vessels were damaged by the noise, leading to symptoms of intracranial hemorrhage.

However, "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" performed its function fully.

His blood vessels kept rupturing and repairing, and his brain tissues deformed and recovered over and over again.

In this dizzy state, he had no idea how much time had passed when the ringing finally stopped.

The helmet man removed the bell, and Liu Zheng’s face was covered in a thick crust of blood, a trace of the ruptured capillaries upon his face.

"Can you hear me speaking?"

The old woman asked.

"Wubby wubby?"

He cocked his head in response.

"What did you say?"

"Wubby bubby?"

Liu Zheng looked even more confused than her.

"It seems his brain is already damaged."

The old woman said regretfully.

It doesn’t matter if it’s damaged, as long as the person is still alive.

The Lord of Suffering doesn’t care whether it’s a wise man or a fool who completes the Great Baptism.

If anything, being overly smart or overly foolish is a form of suffering in itself.

"Just kidding, that amount of noise isn’t even as unpleasant as my boss’s singing,"

Liu Zheng said calmly, wiping the blood crust from his face.

"Step it up; I’m about to fall asleep here."

He said arrogantly.

"Alright, alright."

The old woman was not angry but delighted.

Although a fool could also please the Lord of Suffering by passing the Great Baptism, a normal person doing so would be a more remarkable miracle.

If this foreigner could pass the Great Baptism without dying...

Thinking about this possibility almost excited the old woman to the point of pulling out her nails and plunging them into her own heart.

Fortunately, she resisted the urge to self-harm.

Of course, she could die, but it would have to wait until the completion of the Great Baptism.

Ideally, it would be after this foreigner took over as Pope.

"Continue!"

The old woman said to the helmet man, excitedly.