"But even if we come to this world, there is no hope."
"This is a trap constructed by the saints to kill those who are disobedient, unwilling to sign contracts, and refuse to serve the saints."
"—The entire Pale World is a gigantic trap!"
Old John's eyes flashed with a trace of admiration as he clapped and said:
"This place indeed gathers all the killing moves of the saints. They operate on a fixed mechanism, meticulously killing every escapee who seeks their own path, from ancient times to the present."
"Did everyone fall for it?" Shen Ye asked.
"Not exactly—those relatively valuable bodies will be decomposed by the endless laws here and periodically delivered to us."
"So there is no opportunity to become a saint," Shen Ye said.
"There are enough saints, and the laws are just enough for us to use—actually, being a normal professional is quite good. Why bother becoming a saint?"
Shen Ye sighed.
He lowered his eyes, but his aura was steadily rising.
That one slash—
