The Emperor looked around and saw that he was the only one in the audience.

The images of the Tidal cultists on the stage have changed at some point, they have taken off their gray robes and changed into quirky crew costumes, each of them wearing smiling masks, and after the curtain call of the performance, they sincerely bow to the "Emperor", the only audience member.

Even the girl who had been thrown into the waves not long ago returned to the stage, wearing a mask like everyone around her, and her gender was only vaguely recognizable by her size.

"Now, please applaud, it's the most basic etiquette."

The whisper is close to the ear, or more accurately, it fills this grotesque world like a narration.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang-"

When the applause rang out, the actors on the stage finally started the next move.

The sailboat to the Misty Islands wasn't the only show they'd ever had in place, the Emperor saw more.

He saw a more bizarre world.

A world shrouded in vegetation, where humans are reduced to a reserve of food to be fed.

There are also cities that have sunk to the bottom of the sea, and the inhabitants of the seabed have mutated in the process of being forgotten for a long time, and have the characteristics of underwater creatures, they have dark blue skin, and their faces look like octopuses.

Finally, there is the cold city of machines, which looks very similar to the first district, and seems to have evolved from the first district, where even every part of the human body has become a commodity that can be traded, and the vast majority of human bodies have been replaced by machines, and the only remaining brains have been stored.

The "Emperor" gradually realized that no matter what world it is, the fate of mankind is extremely miserable.

They are no longer the masters of this world, they have become lambs to the slaughter.

"What is this place?"

The Emperor didn't need to speak, his thoughts were conveyed to the other party, and he gradually understood the identity of Whisper - he was the manager of the theater, and the masked performers were his employees.

"This is a place to record the past and the future...... The Aura Theater, which was its name before the Third War. ”

The narrator does his duty to answer the Emperor's questions, "You weren't chosen by the Father, so you shouldn't be here." ”

"That's where you twist the minds of those orphans."

"The Emperor" said suddenly.

Even if his heart is extremely tenacious, he is inevitably affected by the desperate world they present, not to mention the immature orphans.

"Twisted? I'm just showing them the future, making them understand the unquestionable fact that only God the Father can change what you have just seen, and as for you, you are a depraved person who has strayed from your faith, and look at you as you are. ”

The tone of the "narrator" is full of pity.

At this moment, the "emperor" finally understood the true meaning of "fallen man".

Transforming the body, constantly implanting prosthetic bodies, until every part of his body is replaced by a machine, becoming a complete mechanical creation, this is the process of "degeneration".

He also suddenly realized that this had nothing to do with right and wrong, good or evil, but the direction in which they were going.

Just like what every rescuer learns before entering the department.

Psionic energy, prosthetic body, physical body, each of them will follow one of the three paths.

Prior to that, he had been firmly on the path of psionic energy.

"I don't think you're just calling me here to criticize my choice."

"You need to go to the Misty Isles."

In the face of the "narrator's" commanding tone, the "emperor" did not speak.

This was the purpose of his travel from the first district to Silvermoon Harbor, but now that he was saying it from the other party's mouth in this way, it always made him feel a little inexplicably unhappy.

The narrator continued his command, "Write down what you see and be a witness." ”

"And then you're going to choreograph what I see, as you did just now?"

"As I said, this is a place to record the past and the future."

"Narrator" said.

Despite his displeasure, the 'Emperor' was helpless about it.

Because he knew that only his consciousness existed here, and his body was still lying on the hospital bed in Silvermoon Harbor Hospital, in fact, it was still unknown whether the Lingguang Drama Club really existed.

But at least, he knew the identity and purpose of these whispers.

They are also "God's" evangelists, preaching that only their Father can save this desperate world.

At the same time, the "Emperor" developed a new understanding of faith.

What he is experiencing is not just a struggle for fame and power, the real purpose of those whispers seems to be fighting for the future of this world, and the Aura Drama Club undoubtedly hopes that the spiritual ability will eventually become the benchmark for measuring everything in this world.

He used to be a psychic as well.

But now, he is no longer pure, and the degree of transformation of his prosthetic body is even comparable to that of the mechanical creation of "Wild Bone", and the part that belongs to him has also been replaced in the surgeries of prosthetic implantation, and now only his brain remains.

The Emperor knew that he was destined not to find the source of the whispers here at once, and confronted the Father mentioned in the "narrator", because he had been kicked out of the theater after all the performances were over.

Consciousness returned to his body, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the white ceiling of the harbor hospital, and what had just happened seemed to be a dream.

The operating system automatically restarted, and he recognized the scent in the air.

For him, the sense of smell has long since changed.

He could easily distinguish all the ingredients contained in these aromas, but he could no longer simply enjoy the smell of fishbone porridge like ordinary people.

Diego's companion returned, bringing with her recipes she had inherited from "God the Father", and made a steaming bowl of fishbone porridge for Diego, wishing him a speedy recovery.

Not long after, the "Emperor" witnessed the magic of fish bone porridge.

Diego's face turned better, and the festering parts of his body were beginning to scab and heal at a visible rate.

It doesn't make sense from a scientific point of view, but it's happening right in front of his eyes.

However, the "emperor" who witnessed this scene suddenly fell into confusion again.

From the words of the "narrator" of the Aura Drama Society, he felt that their "Father" was trying to make psionic energy the only way in this world, but what did their Father do?

No power was promised to her most devout followers, nor did she encourage them to declare their existence to the world.

Instead, the recipe for fish bone porridge was shared with them.

This can't help but make the 'Emperor' suspicious.

Doubting their Father......

Is there really an effort to fight for the world?