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Chapter 816: In the Foundation of the Kingdom of God (Seeking Monthly Tickets for the Big - )

Chapter 816: Chapter 816: In the Foundation of the Kingdom of God (Seeking Monthly Tickets for the Big Chapter)

The blurry light in He Ao’s field of view dissipated, and at this moment, He Ao could finally see the "scene" in front of him clearly.

The vast factory, the roaring machines, figures in front of each machine, their gazes empty and soulless, constantly "busy."

"Do you still not understand?"

A hoarse, elderly voice came from the side, "You are already dead. This is a place only the dead can enter. Your body has already become ’Sacrifices’, and your soul has come here."

He Ao shifted his gaze, just in time to see an elderly man and a middle-aged man sitting on the ground talking.

"You’re lying,"

the middle-aged man said angrily as he stood up. He tried to grab the elderly man’s collar but missed as the elderly man stepped back. "I’m not dead; I’ve entered the Kingdom of God and gained eternal life!"

Re looked calmly at him, then sighed, "Didn’t you feel pain during the ceremony? Didn’t you feel your body melting away?"

"The priest told me that all this is normal, the pain of shedding the old world’s flesh that one must experience,"

the middle-aged man’s eyes bulged, his face flushed as he angrily faced the elderly man, "You know nothing! I’m not dead! I’m not dead!"

This time, the elderly man did not speak further but shook his head, sighed, and walked away.

"You liars, you’re all deceivers, surely the Devil sent you to confuse me!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the people around him earnestly working, angrily rushed forward, looked at the screens on the operating machines, raised his fist, and swung at them, "These things must also be the Devil’s tricks to deceive me!"

Throughout the entire process, no one stopped his actions, and besides the elderly man who had initially spoken to him, nobody came forward to restrain him.

Just as his fist was about to hit the machine, his entire body twitched, and the fiery anger on his face quickly turned into twisted agony.

He grasped his neck with both hands, fell to the ground, and struggled violently, twitching continuously like a fish thrown ashore.

After a long while, he finally recovered, laboriously propping his body up and lying on the ground, large beads of sweat sliding down his face and completely vanishing in mid-air before hitting the ground.

He Ao watched the man lying on the ground. At this moment, through his Spiritual Vision, he could see the distorted light violently fluctuating inside the man’s body, or rather, his ’soul’.

"What is this?"

He asked tremblingly, looking at the elderly man.

"This is the Eternal Divine Nation."

The elderly man answered calmly.

"Was I deceived?"

The middle-aged man finally calmed down, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with sweat or tears sliding down his face, "I’ve given so much, how could it be? They said there would be no hunger here, with endless varieties of food, and endless pleasures to enjoy..."

He looked up at the endless, rumbling machines in his view, "They lied to me..."

"Strictly speaking, they didn’t lie to you,"

the elderly man also glanced around, "There truly is no hunger here, and you won’t feel tiredness. You can work endlessly."

"Impossible!"

The middle-aged man looked up angrily at the elderly man, "I will never work!"

He stumbled to his feet, angrily walking towards the edge of this vast factory, "I gave so much, not to come here to work for the factory owners!"

But he got only halfway when his body suddenly spasmed, and he fell to the ground, trembling violently. He looked at the elderly man in horror, "No! Why! I didn’t touch anything!"

He crawled torturously towards the elderly man, "I feel awful, worse than before, why... why..."

"It’s your time. Look at your wrist."

The elderly man watched him calmly.

The man immediately rolled up his sleeve and looked at his wrist; a string of glowing digits displayed there, 00:07:58:36.

It appeared to be a countdown. As he watched, the digits rapidly decreased, the last number changing from 36 to 33 in the blink of an eye.

"What is this?"

He looked up in horror and asked the elderly man.

"Your last Life,"

The Elderly said calmly, "you’ve wasted too much time. Newcomers only have 12 hours of life, and you only gain one day of life for every 16 hours of work. If you exhaust your own life, then in the last eight hours, you will die in increasingly severe pain."

He sighed and continued, "This is just the beginning. The pain you will endure rises every ten minutes throughout this process, and your soul will not dissipate; the agony will only intensify until all your time is used up."

"Save me! Save me!"

The man’s face had become even more ghastly, and sticky saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, appearing somewhat delirious.

"Go to the position I just told you about,"

The Elderly sighed gently, "As long as you keep working, your time will continue to increase, and the pain will disappear."

Hearing this, the man staggered to his feet and rushed towards a spot beside the machine.

The moment he touched the machine, his fierce expression lightened, and he immediately began manipulating the mechanical arm to assemble parts on the machine.

The job was not easy; it required great precision, and the operation of the mechanical arm was very intense.

Tears and sweat slid down his cheeks, but they completely dissipated mid-air.

Seeing this, the Elderly finally sighed deeply and vanished on the spot.

He Ao glanced at the direction in which the Elderly had disappeared and picked up the Phalange Fossil in his hand.

He passed through a "door" again.

This time, a spacious hall appeared before him.

Golden pillars were placed around the hall, and some people stood in front of them, placing their hands on the pillars.

"Did you save up time that quickly?"

The Elderly from the factory space was now in front of He Ao. He walked up to a young man who was placing his hand on a pillar and asked softly.

Right now, in front of the young man, there was a bottle of exquisitely packaged distilled spirits suspended over the pillar.

"Sigh, not enough. How could it be so quick? I did the math; work 16 hours, get 24 hours, deduct the working hours, and I only have 8 hours left,"

The young man seemed quite familiar with the Elderly. He turned his head, sighed, and complained, "I’ve been working a full 24 hours every day these past few days, only able to save 12 hours a day, totaling only 72 hours, but even the smallest and cheapest bottle of this liquor costs five days. Speaking of which, old man, did you save enough money for the thing you were planning to buy?"

"I’ve saved enough,"

The Elderly paused slightly then nodded gently, "Everything is available here."

"Hahaha,"

A darker-skinned woman standing next to the young man chimed in, with a succulent but small roast chicken in front of her on the pillar, "This Kingdom of God really does have everything, anything can be bought, but nothing can be afforded."

"How much is that chicken?"

The young man glanced curiously at the roast chicken on the woman’s pillar.

"Cheap, 16 hours."

The woman slapped the pillar lightly, and the illusionary roast chicken immediately solidified, its rich aroma quickly spreading throughout the hall, "Two days of work just for this chicken,"

The woman laughed, picked up the roast chicken, and turned to walk toward a table in the corner of the hall.

He Ao looked at the chicken. Considering its small size, it was likely a fast-growing chicken, usually priced between 16 to 19 federal coins across the Federation, generally not exceeding 20 federal coins.

People around, smelling the aroma, instinctively twitched their noses and swallowed.

The young man looked at the distilled spirits in front of him and swallowed his saliva.

"F**k, let’s enjoy it first!"

Not far away, a man loudly slapped a pillar.

Instantly, a luxurious steak dinner appeared in his hands, and he held the steak dinner and also walked toward a table next to the hall.

"Wow, you have money?"

The black-skinned woman eating the chicken glanced at the man, "That steak dinner must cost at least a day and a half."

"I don’t have money, I charged it on Rockville Energy Group’s credit card,"

The steak meal man said carelessly, "F**k it, let’s enjoy ourselves first."

"Ah, there’s a credit card too."

The young man listening to the conversation turned around, looking at the illusion of distilled spirits in front of him, swallowing his saliva.

"Rockville Energy Group’s credit card has an interest rate of over five percent a month, are you sure you want to use it?"

An elderly man next to him asked quietly.

"It is indeed a lot higher than outside,"

The young man smiled bitterly, "But in our current situation, it seems we have no choice. Surviving one day at a time, it feels like I can’t even die when I want to; the pain always leaves me breathless."

He glanced at the people around him, "Everyone is actually the same, this Kingdom of God is even more painful than hell."

The elderly man fell into silence.

"But Rockville Energy Group managing to expand their business into the Eternal Divine Nation is really impressive."

Seeing the atmosphere grow heavy, the young man laughed, shifting the topic.

"Indeed,"

The elderly man nodded gently, looking at the young man, "Where are you planning to go next? Continue working or find a place to rest?"

"Rest for a while,"

The young man rubbed his head, "I’ve been working for several days straight, and my head feels a bit fuzzy. It’s unexpected that even those of us who have ’died’ before can still feel tired. I booked a dormitory bed for eight hours,"

He Ao looked up at the young man’s ’soul’.

Under the Spiritual Vision, the young man’s soul was already somewhat unstable.

Souls do fatigue. Prolonged thinking and actions can overdraw a soul, making it more prone to dissipate.

"F**k this Kingdom of God is really dark,"

As He Ao observed the young man’s soul, the young man grumbled indignantly,

"Even bunk beds in the dormitory require time exchange. Two hours of life for eight hours of use, and they don’t allow sleeping in the factory or the hall, only in the dormitory beds. To sleep for eight hours, I still need to work an extra four hours."

"Normal,"

The elderly man chuckled, "That’s the ’rent’ here; everything is the same as in the Federation, just the currency has changed."

"Indeed,"

The young man sighed deeply, "This Eternal Divine Nation is even darker than United Industries."

"Maybe not exactly,"

The elderly man shook his head, "United Industries doesn’t let us work 20 hours not because they don’t want to, but because they know our bodies can’t take it, and we would absolutely refuse. The Eternal Divine Nation doesn’t have that concern."

"Just a den of thieves living together,"

The young man sighed.

"We can’t fight against the rules here; we can only be driven like livestock and machines, endlessly working until the moment our souls are destroyed."

The elderly man glanced at the pillars glowing with light and said hoarsely.

"Alas,"

The young man sighed again, removed his hand from the pillar, and turned to the elderly man, "I’m going to rest then."

Saying so, his figure vanished into thin air.

The elderly man stared at the now empty space in front of him, his features drooping.

The surrounding space was eerily silent.

Everyone was silent.

The elderly man slowly placed his hand on the pillar; a sharp dagger instantly appeared before him, falling into his hand.

He gripped the dagger tightly, seemingly lost in some memory.

In his gaze, he slowly raised the dagger high above, and then, abruptly swung it downward.

Bang—

The metal dagger struck the pillar, emitting a crisp sound.

At that moment, the elderly man twitched, a painful expression blooming on his cheeks.

But his movement did not cease; he kept slashing at the surrounding pillars silently.

Even if his actions didn’t cause any damage to the pillars, he still furiously hacked at them relentlessly.

His hair fell, his eyes bloodshot, completely different from his previously gentle demeanor.

Everyone in the hall, as if startled from sleep, curled up and retreated, watching in fear the silent, slightly mad elderly man.

The entire hall violently shook, invisible golden light instantly binding the elderly man, suspending him in midair.

"Please do not damage any public property."

The cold yet ’gentle’ mechanical voice sounded in every corner of the hall.

Subsequently, the surroundings seemed to become surreal.

Distorted and blurry factory spaces appeared around them, and one could faintly see busy ’shadows’ within those factories.

At this moment, these ’shadows’ all looked up towards the sky, towards the direction of the suspended elderly man.

This scene seemed to be projected across ’every workspace’ within the Kingdom of God.

"Please do not damage any public property."

The mechanical female voice echoed again, and at the same time, the golden light entwining the elderly man tightened even more.

"Ah... f**king hell!"

The elderly man looked around the surreal space with a pained and fierce expression, suddenly bursting into laughter, "You filthy ghouls!!! Greedy, arrogant, despicable..."

The golden light showed no signs of pausing, continuing to tighten slowly.

The elderly man kept cursing, but his voice could no longer be heard.

The previously disappeared young man reappeared in the hall, looking in terror at the elderly man above him.

Meanwhile, not far away, He Ao looked up at all this.

The twisted light attempting to invade his body was growing stronger and was about to erode his body. He had reached the last moments he could stay in this Kingdom of God.

He raised his hand, looking at the phalange fossil in his palm.

In that instant, he activated "Super Memory."

Without the limitations of a physical body, in a purely soul state, he could use the power of Super Memory without any restrictions.

The surrounding ’people’ instantly turned into purple shadows.

He looked up at the elderly man suspended above, then rushed forward without hesitation and ’grabbed’ the elderly man’s wrist.

Immediately afterward, he looked up towards the sky.

Mental Shock!

A surge of soul power struck at the golden strength.

The unprepared golden glow was directly shattered.

Following that, the disturbed radiance within the elderly man was also suppressed, his fierce expression lightening.

The twisted light within the elderly man’s body was likewise forcibly stripped by He Ao’s power of Super Memory.

It was just an ordinary soul, actually having very little twisted light attached to it.

At the same time, a terrifyingly powerful ’gaze’ instantly swept across the entire space.

He Ao raised the phalange fossil in his hand.

In the next second, his figure along with the elderly man’s vanished from the space.