Bizarre Detainment Facility: You're Containing a Human Like Me?

Anti stared at the place where the gambler disappeared, and after a long time he got up and left the office.

He came to a holding room.

After going through layers of identity verification, the door was opened.

He just walked in.

The containment room was dark and damp, filled with disgusting unknown slime.

There is a twisted mass of flesh and blood tissue in the corner of the wall.

Countless scarlet tentacles were swinging around it, and it was clearly a high-ranking strange being.

Anti's eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He just looked at the strange life quietly.

Puff puff puff.

As the flesh squirmed, an almost crazy voice sounded.

"teacher!!!"

"I'm hungry!"

Anti shook his head slightly, and then sighed.

"Adam, my student."

"I'm sorry for what happened to you."

The twisted mass of flesh fell into silence for a moment.

Then more crazy sounds sounded.

"PhD!"

"PhD!!!"

This twisted and strange life turned out to be Adam who had entered the dark prison.

Anti shook his head and said calmly.

"The gambler who caught you told me that you were completely contaminated due to excessive eating."

"Otherwise, I would still plan to make you a god."

"what a pity."

After saying this, he silently exited the containment room.

When the door is completely closed.

A new assistant trotted to Anti's side.

"Mr. Anti, the preparations for the gods' experiment have been completed and the experiment can begin at any time."

Hearing this, Anti just nodded slightly.

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then asked curiously.

"Mr. Anti, are you really not going to help Adam regain his sanity?"

Anti's sharp gaze fell on the assistant's face.

The assistant was stared at by this gaze, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

He suddenly thought of the previous assistant of the person in front of him.

In an instant, fear invaded his brain.

Fortunately, Anti didn't pay attention to his words, he just shook his head.

"This way he has greater value."

Hearing Anti's calm words, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

At this moment, he no longer dared to stay here.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and said.

"Mr. Anti, I will continue my work."

Watching his assistant leave, Anti sighed again.

"What an ironic code name a gambler gave you."

"Perhaps your fate has already been decided."

…………

In a magnificent church.

A group of clergymen wearing white robes were saying their daily prayers.

The leader was an old man with gray hair and a crown.

The crown is also inlaid with bright gems.

After a long time, the prayer ended.

A cleric trotted to the old man's side.

He whispered in the old man's ear.

"His Majesty the Pope, it has been confirmed that the prison guard has completed the sacrifice of Nick Ryder."

"This news came to us from the prison guard."

The Pope stiffened, and after a moment he waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

He stood up and held high the papal crosier in his hand.

"May God bless us!"

Under his leadership, the clergymen behind them all buried their heads in response.

"May God bless us!"

"May God bless us!"

. . . . . .

After completing all the daily rituals, the Pope returned to his palace.

At this time, he could no longer control his facial expressions.

His body instantly transformed into that youthful appearance.

His handsome face had a ferocious expression.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Nick Ryder, are you a loser?"

"You can actually let a group of humans sacrifice you!"

"Didn't you say you're not afraid of serial number 02-angel?"

The Pope at this time did not know that an angel was not used in the sacrifice of Nicklaid.

The crown on his head became a crown of flesh and blood.

Just when he was about to go to Raleye to check it out in person.

An almost sleepy voice reached his ears.

The Pope froze on the spot.

Intense fear eroded his heart.

The only thing that can scare him, who has become a god, is a more powerful god.

The voice couldn't tell what it was saying, it sounded like a madman talking to himself.

But the pope's body froze in place.

After a long time, he knelt on the ground and said with a pious expression.

"Lord, I understand."

"I will spread the faith for you."

When the whispering in his sleep disappeared, the Pope breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately a smile appeared on his face.

"Who is the winner?"

"Nick Ryder thought he was the winner, but in the end he didn't even have a chance to be resurrected."

"You who think you are the winner now probably wouldn't have thought of this result."

After saying that, his body returned to his old appearance.

…………

Nordic.

In a luxurious winding mountain manor.

A group of rich men in black suits fell to their knees.

There was a look of sorrow on their faces.

in front of them.

A figure with three heads sat cross-legged on the ground.

His hands were in the shape of a flower, and a scarlet light crown hung behind each of his three heads.

The two heads on the shoulders were extremely rotten.

Only the middle head appears normal.

He was wearing a custom-made black suit, and beneath him was a rotten flesh and blood lotus.

There was a look of compassion on his face.

This person is He Shang who has disappeared for a long time.

"Holy Lord, the construction of the underground Buddhist kingdom is about to enter the final stage."

"Some of my Buddha's followers are already doing penance in the completed part."

An old rich man said tremblingly.

He Shang, who was sitting cross-legged on the flesh and blood lotus, listened quietly to the words of the old rich man.

After a long time, he spoke softly.

"Yes, you did a good job."

"Your contributions to the Buddha will be reciprocated."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped the old rich man.

At the same time, the scarlet light crown behind his head flickered.

The next moment, the old rich man's body began to squirm crazily.

When the other rich people around saw this scene, their eyes turned red.

It can be seen from their expressions that they are envious of the old rich man.

A long time passed.

The rich man's body finally stopped squirming.

A swollen ball of rotten flesh was left in place.

The meatball slowly stretched out its fat head.

Two bloated arms were placed on his extremely deformed and bloated belly.

He had a rich smile on his face and a prominent forehead.

He Shang's voice was ethereal.

"Given the Dharma title Hundred Treasures, he is in charge of wealth."

At the same time, the other wealthy people hurriedly bent down and kowtowed.

"I have seen the Hundred Treasures Bodhisattva."