Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Beneath the laughter, Zhou Baiyu's inner rage suddenly erupted.

Once under Doctor A's care, he had received an anti-corruption serum, granting him a certain resistance to corruption, distortion, and pollution.

Because of this, the pain and despair Zhou Baiyu endured were not as intense as they were for others.

If his body stayed in Zone B for too long, it would gradually be drained dry by the twisted rules, becoming an "experience pack" for the divine treasure "Eternal Laughter."

But it must be said, perhaps Doctor A has a complex stance, yet as a mediator, A is qualified.

The massive Advanced Points expenditure allowed Doctor A to give Zhou Baiyu things that were the crystallization of wisdom from the God of Survival and Evolution.

While Zhou Baiyu felt tormented by desire, his body did not show any apparent changes.

The anger spread silently and invisibly.

It made Zhou Baiyu's aura starkly different from all the people who could only laugh.

It was at this moment, under the shadow of darkness, an old man guarding beside the staircase let out a hoarse laugh:

"In Zone A, they use joy to numb people's wills. In Zone B, they use joy to solidify their rule, hahaha... hahaha..."

"Young man, you seem... different, haha, would you like to hear a story?"

"It's about the staircase, it can, take you away from here..."

Zhou Baiyu looked at the old man in surprise. He hadn't noticed before that there was such a person.

The old man's body seemed as if it had long been drained of blood, as skinny as a skeleton.

His body appeared to be buried in the red soil, but he wasn't buried at all.

Instead, his legs — had been severed. As for his arms, they were so thin that at first glance, Zhou Baiyu thought the old man had no hands, just two strips of cloth floating where the hands should be.

In such a state, how could such an elderly person still be alive?

With what kind of intense determination?

But even so, when the old man spoke, any surge of emotion was accompanied only by continuous laughter:

"Hahaha... I know the way out of here..."

"I observe every person who enters this place, hahaha, to see if they are qualified enough, to take us out!"

"The coward Boluke, to prevent me from climbing the stairs, to stop me from ringing the bell, hahaha, had Aiou break my legs! Hahaha, ha, Luo Zan drained my arms, flesh and bone, worn away a lot!"

"Hahaha, but I'm still alive! I'm still alive! Haha! I know that, I will wait for someone! Like the hero from back then! He walked up the steps, one by one!"

"To strike that bell!"

"Hahaha..."

"Haha..."

Memories brought with them violent emotions.

Zhou Baiyu looked at the old man's face, which was smiling through withered skin, and thought that the old man must be both sad and angry, if he had not become a slave to laughter.

When he spoke the words "I'm still alive," he likely wanted to grit his teeth and scream them out, but the elder couldn't, and could only laugh.

Zhou Baiyu clenched his fists even tighter.

He once thought that the exploitation of humans by monsters, the existence like the attendant, was the limit.

But at the demon race gathering, he refreshed his understanding of the monsters' disregard for human life.

Yet, in the Endless Night, he once again felt the monsters' "full use" of humans.

Now, standing in this hell of mirth and laughter, looking at those humans who couldn't even express sadness or anger, whose dignity was trampled beneath the ground...

Zhou Baiyu's hatred grew intense.

One day, he vowed to cleanse the monsters of the Advanced World that trampled on humanity.

As if seeing the determination in Zhou Baiyu's eyes, the old man laughed even more joyously.

"Hahahahaha, such intense eyes! Hahahahaha, this must be rage! This must be rage! Hahahahaha, wonderful..."

This was probably the first time in so many years in District B that he laughed because he wanted to laugh.

Because the person he had been waiting for had finally appeared.

More and more people, hearing the old man's laughter, began to hobble over, their pace slow because their bodies were so weak.

Those who had not been here long could still stumble over, while those who had lingered for a long time but had not yet died crawled over like ants and bugs.

Some of them had heard the old man's story.

But they did not believe in that person.

They had long been utterly desperate, just like their withered and decayed bodies.

Yet when Zhou Baiyu appeared, when the old man's hoarse voice rang out once more—

They couldn't help but come to see.

Remembering the days here, whether out of fear or anger, they could only come with weak laughter.

Hahahaha, hahahaha...

A dense cacophony of laughter came from all over the world. Perhaps they were not there to watch this flesh-and-blood young man climb the ladder.

They just wanted to see what the old man's rage really looked like.

As humans, they once had all these emotions, but now they couldn't remember at all.

Footsteps, laughter, the sound of flesh squirming on the crimson ground, all came together to form a terribly terrifying and sad accompaniment.

Zhou Baiyu, standing straight outside the ladder, was like a beacon of light.

All the surrounding humans were like moths drawn to the faint flame.

Zhou Baiyu nodded slowly, picked up the hideously transformed Jiang Lu, and approached the elder step by step.

Then, he gently set Jiang Lu aside, sat cross-legged, and the surrounding people also began to gather slowly, bit by bit.

Only in the depths of the night, when everyone else was asleep, would other desires not be so strong.

At that time, the most tormenting desire for the people was sleepiness.

The people of District B could never satisfy their desires.

Their desires would all turn into the "Eternal Laughter" Divine Endowment experience.

They could not sleep, not eat, not huddle together for warmth—their laughter was their only expression, and also their torment of each other.

But at night, when the people of District A were no longer indulging in other desires, they would still give the people of District B a little space.

This was also why Jiang Lu could only contact Zhou Baiyu late at night.

The elder looked at Zhou Baiyu's face:

"Wonderful, hahahahaha, this isn't an illusion, is it? Hahahahaha, hahahahaha, not an illusion! Not an illusion, hahahahaha..."

The elder laughed for a long time, his life force nearly depleted.

All along, he had been holding on to his last breath, so as not to die with unresolved grief, all to wait for someone, someone like the man who had once carried everyone's sadness and rage, created the ladder to heaven, and rang the bell.

That man... He was so close to succeeding!

The scenes from that time would always replay in the elder's eyes.

He knew clearly that when he finally saw that person, it would be when his last breath ran out.

But he didn't care anymore. At the end of his life, he only hoped that this human before him was the one he had been waiting for:

"After being ruled by laughter, there are still those like you who have not sunk into the sea of laughter... This place once had its heroes."

"Now listen to my final story, young man..."