Easily pulled out a solid wood secret door weighing two or three hundred kilograms, and a salty smell came from the dark corner.

The glowing green emergency lights made it look eerie and cold, and there was a dark liquid on the ground stretching from the gap in an elevator to the secret door.

Something has ever gone out of here.

He, or it, dragged his scarred body, and the blood kept flowing.

And then—

George looked at the frame and articulation of the secret door

- This thing destroys the metal lock of the secret door from the inside, a supernatural power that should only exist in super soldiers.

It's hard to imagine that a clinic that looks like an ordinary clinic has such a long corridor at the back of the hall.

The promenade is made of metal on all sides, impregnable, and the metal is laser-engraved with eerie, eye-catching religious patterns that fill every crevice, making people dizzy and almost vomiting at a glance.

George stood in the doorway, hesitating.

For a moment, he used his short knife to cut a small piece of solid wood through the secret door.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that the inward side of the secret door was actually covered with scratches with blood stains.

It was like an old man who had faked his death and suddenly woke up in a coffin, surrounded by darkness, buried several meters deep underground, and oxygen was getting less and less. Extreme fear and despair made them forget the pain of their bodies, and they used their fingernails to pull the inner wall of the coffin over and over again to find a way to live......

【Bang Dang ......】

The block was tossed by George all the way to the doorway of the elevator at the end of the metal promenade.

Then, it fell silent, and there was nothing but George's breathing and heartbeat.

I'm still a little reassured.

He simply lifted the heavy door and moved forward slowly and alertly.

This kind of place with a strong sense of religious ritual is generally very dangerous, especially in a world where various supernatural forces are inherently present.

These eye patterns may spit out flames or something.

George walked all the way to the elevator without danger, he pressed the down button, and it was still running, presumably with backup power.

The elevator is an industrial freight elevator, and it should be a huge thing that needs to be transported.

This is where the salty and foul smell comes from.

[Click--]

The door opened in front of George.

The smell of bloodier, more putrid enveloped and swept over him like a flood that had broken through a dam.

With a furrowed brow, George covered his mouth and nose without saying a word, and walked inside.

In the elevator, all corners were covered in blood.

It was as if the carotid arteries of several people had been cut, and the hearts pumped out a lot of blood.

As long as you imagine it, you can't help but think of some ancient and evil religious rituals.

The huge device began to run, and the sound of mechanical transmission was clearly heard in George's ears.

He cautiously leaned his back against the corner and watched the three ways, the water dripping from his raincoat making a ticking sound on the dried bloodstains.

There seemed to be some animal moving around the elevator, making a dense rustling sound.

It's the same as when I heard it on the third floor.

There is only one option in the elevator, which is the minus 4th floor.

George was soon at his destination.

The layers of heavy metal doors were induced to open, and George stepped out of the elevator, and with each floor, another door closed.

When the last metal door opened, the sound of desperate screams and feeble muttering resounded in the room filled with the strong smell of disinfectant water.

The light was intense, but when George got used to it, he saw everything inside.

Even he finally couldn't hold back the churning in his stomach and turned his head to retch.

A huge, Nepalese temple-style underground space, the dome is filled with blinding lights, and the heat of more than 40 degrees Celsius hits the face when the door opens.

And with that, an unbearable stench.

In this underground temple full of high-tech equipment, eleven people who seem to still have some life are wrapped around their bodies with spiked wires and fixed to the operating tables.

Their skin was stripped alive, and their limbs were twisted in a horrific way.

They were bloodily tied to the worktop.

The slugs called the sons of deceit burrow through these.

The sounds propagated upwards against the vacuum inside the wall.

"What the hell is this place!"

George saw in the corner curled up in a ball of painted skin that seemed to be sleeping in the past, and saw more slugs shuttling back and forth through their crevices.

[You seem to have found the birthplace of the desperate believer]

A prompt appears at the right time.

This is where desperate believers were born.

【Shepherd Passive Triggered】

[You need to find the cause of the fall of the desperate believer, and try to recover the only remaining humanity buried deep in its evil flesh]

[The truth you definitely don't want to see is getting closer to you, make a choice]

Shepherds ...... passive?

George leaned against the wall.

Blood stained his body.

He looked at the shepherd's talent—

Shepherd (purple): Strength +12, Endurance +12, under certain conditions, you can capture and enslave aliens, and the upper limit of aliens is 5. 〗

Specific conditions, capture and enslavement.

Speaking of which, the last time he encountered a believer at school, George had wondered why the passive had not been triggered.

Turns out that some special conditions are required?

At this moment, countless deceitful children sensed the breath of a living person entering, and under the heat, they raised their heads, like maggots wriggling among countless carrions.

The internal organs and intestines that filled the entire temple-like laboratory suddenly boiled, and more slugs came out of it.

Their mouthparts emit uncomfortable, unsettling babbles.

George wiped the knife clean.

The Son of Deceit seemed to be the key to finding some truth, and having killed so many slugs, memories had begun to flicker in his mind that seemed to be foggy.

Perhaps by clearing them all, we would be able to cut through the fog that had shrouded memories.

But the number of deceitful children is so great that it is impossible to get a foothold.

George took the lighter out of his pocket.

But I couldn't find petrol or alcohol.

It was a human being with the slightest sign of life wailing, losing all senses and feeling nothing but pain, darkness and despair.

It would be difficult for even the most murderous warden to inflict such capital punishment.

But the Desperate Believers did so before they left.

What role did they play here?