Witch trials

Heart bloodied Sky City, and on a rainy night, he turned the place in the sky that the Church had hailed as a purgatory into a hell on earth for the group.

It rained heavily for three days and could not wash away the blood from the island.

But instead of killing these men, he reaped their pain in a more chilling way-

--He turned the city of the sky into a court of justice, a court of justice for men only, where every fixed coordinate on the island of the sky could accuse the men who had been on the island, and these men had to come to the island to be judged, to be sanctioned, to receive the punishment demanded by the other side.

Otherwise, something worse awaits you - Heart has the means to torture them.

Four years after that, the Sky City became Heart's island of judgment, and he took complete control of that island, and the people on that island, after fiercely judging the men who had been on that island, were all arranged by Heart to leave that island and start their new lives.

In the end, the city of the sky became an island again, with only Heart left on it, and the men who were dying after the trial.

Heart still did not let them go, and there seemed to be an endless hatred in his heart, and if he wanted to, even if he were alone, he could hold another trial, and call these men to the island to be judged one by one.

No man dared to defy him, and everyone called him the Queen in private, a horrible, horrible Queen who would torture them and make them suffer, who was like a sword of Dakimos hanging high above everyone's head, so that everyone lived in fear of him, afraid to act rashly, afraid to do it again, afraid to remember what they had done in the first place.

During these four years, Heart, with the help of the man on the Island of Punishment, has extended his hand from the City of the Skies to the Holy See, and he has begun to try to control the development of the Holy See, strictly forbidding any man who enters the Holy See to touch a woman, or else he will be brought up in the Court of the City of the Skies to be judged by him.

The Church is caught between the cracks under Heart's oppression, and while everyone dares not say anything outwardly, they are privately resentful.

"A guy in a woman's skin." The bishop said as he took a hard sip of his wine.

After being cut off from underneath by Heart four years ago, he's aged so much that his face is covered in wrinkles, which makes him look even more sinister as he says sinisterly, "To actually try to control the Order."

"God will punish him severely!"

"But at least not today." Quan Zhendong looked sympathetically at the Bishop, who couldn't help but say with some trepidation, "He's got you on the island again tonight."

The Bishop began to tremble even at the thought, and he barely maintained his composure, "What other tricks could he have up his sleeve?"

Quan Zhendong reminded him in a whisper, "Like shoving fireworks up your ass like last time? You were in the hospital for two months."

The bishop was silent when he heard this, he broke down and he stood up abruptly at the tavern, "I don't want to go to the island! Kill me! I don't want to see him!"

--Never, until four years ago, had he thought that going to the island would be such a frightening thing for him.

"Suicide is a sin." Quan Zhendong could only console, "He won't go that far all the time."

As it turned out, Quan Zhendong guessed wrong, he saw the bishop who was lying dying in his hospital bed looking at him, the bishop's eyes chewed with tears, his tone even choked and held his hand: "He, he locked me up with a horse in heat ...... "

"That thing has, has ......"

The female doctor next to him pushed up her glasses and explained with little emotion, "We amputated about 40 centimeters of his intestines, so he can't eat too heavily in the future, and he'll also be more prone to prolapsing and farting, so I hope you'll pay attention to that."

"Okay, okay." Quan Zhendong nodded blankly as he looked at the emaciated Bishop in the hospital bed, curled up like one of those women who had once cried out in pain covering their faces after they had violated her, his mind going blank with only one thought-

--Heart can't be allowed to go on like this.

They're all going to get played by him.

The Church quietly established a secondary island and they held a conference on that island.

"This can't go on!" One of the priests said, almost in horror, "You've all been ordered through, and I'll be the next one on the island!"

"It can't go on like this!" A priest chimed in and he cried out in pain, "He tortures me every time he comes in female clothing, I don't have access to women anymore at all, I'm terrified of the sight of a woman!"

"Me too!"

"Me too, a woman came to me for prayer and I couldn't help but scream when she touched my hand, I'm still scared."

"These sinful women!" A priest stood viciously and slammed his fist on the tabletop, he had been testified against by seventeen women on the island in the first place, he had been tried seventeen times according to the demands of these women, and now he couldn't even sit down, he talked about women with deep hatred, "They are horrible, the witches who brutalized us deserve to go to hell!"

"But ......" also questioned a hesitant priest, who was mostly fearful of Heart, "I have a feeling they just want to return the favor, maybe after the trial, we'll be fine."

"What do you mean an eye for an eye!" The priest who was standing, holding his back, exclaimed bitterly, "We just did what we had to do to them! Who are they to return an eye for an eye to us!"

This priest didn't respond for a moment, "The thing to do?"

"Right." In a low voice, this standing priest recited the prayer they recited every day, "Have you forgotten what we say about women, in our catechism?"

"They deserve to serve us, to pray for us, to sleep at our bedside, to contribute to the creation and continuation of mankind, to relieve our desires, otherwise why make women?"

The priest emphasized, "The Catechism says that women are made by us men, made to help us, and it is only natural that we do anything to them!"

"These I certainly know." This priest nodded his head in agreement with the other's words, but soon, with some slight hesitation, he asked, "But Heart ......"

"It's a guy."

"According to the teachings, shouldn't he be doing this for us as a matter of course? Isn't it normal for him to return the favor?"

Everyone fell silent, and this great banner of sacred doctrine, which had just been pulled up, seemed to be punctured in a moment.

"He grew up stealing his mother's clothes in secret, imitating her behavior, and going every day to those dances that only women do." The bishop, who sat in the corner and had only just been tried, spoke morosely and again in a somber tone, "He looks like a woman, he speaks like a woman, and he also helps those arrogant women to punish us, and although he is graced with a man's body, his heart is undoubtedly the same as a woman's."

"He's the one who volunteered to come up to the island and dance for us, and he's having so much fun doing it."

This bishop said, without irony, "How is this different from the wicked witches in the Catechism who actively seduce men?"

"So what if he is a man? He degraded himself into a woman, into a lowly breed that God pinched out to aid us." This bishop viciously slapped his wheelchair, "Then it's no wonder we treat him the way we treat women."

"What qualifications does he have for an eye for an eye, he deserves it himself!"

Meanwhile, on Sky City.

Heart wasn't always alone on the island, and those who had left it were initially resistant to the place.

But after a long time, these people will come back to visit Heart, who is still on the island.

Heart is always open to everyone who leaves the island.

Tonight, it's raining off the island again, Heart opened the door and welcomed the people who had come up to the island, looking at these once familiar people, he smiled, "I've been told not to come over if it's raining."

"I have something important to tell you today!" One girl said excitedly as she subconsciously tried to shake Heart's hand.

Heart Jerked away as if he'd been electrocuted, but the moment he did he paused, "...... I'm sorry."

Immediately afterward, he turned his head and headed for the restroom on hurried feet, "I'm going to the bathroom."

The girl was also staring blankly at Heart's back as she flew away.

The woman next to him said with some sadness, "...... He still hasn't managed to adjust to normal female touch?"

Heart practically ran into the restroom, then quickly unlocked the door, and with an almost brutal intensity, he got on the wire brush and scrubbed his right hand, which had just been touched by the girl, so hard that he didn't stop until it was covered in blood.

He braced his hands on the edge of the sink and slowly looked up at himself in the mirror.

Blood dripped from the fingertips of his right hand and dripped into the sink basin, spreading in a circle and haloing his purple eyes reflected in the water.

He was eighteen years old in the mirror, and despite wearing a wig and carefully applied makeup, his male features were becoming more pronounced as he grew older.

The knot in his throat, the broad shoulders and bony knuckles, the tapering height, and no matter how much he tried to stop it, it was like a terrible man inside him was slowly growing up to replace this female face he was dressed up in and become the real him.

He felt an unspeakable nausea, one that was especially pronounced when he accidentally touched the girls.

He would realize that no matter how much he tried to hide it, when he came into contact with these girls, he would inevitably run into them as a man.

--like the brutes.

Heart braced herself against the sink, unable to control her nausea to the point of dry heaving.

He was getting older and older, realizing more and more what had happened in the first place, realizing more and more what she had been through, realizing what kind of a dance she had been doing with all those men watching-

--And he hated men more and more.

Hated the way these men gazed at her, drooled over her, played with her, destroyed her.

But it's amazing that he's grown into a man, too.

He hated it, he feared it, he couldn't escape it, he even wanted to tear the shell off, he went to inquire about gender reassignment surgery more than once, he never showed himself as a man in the game, he used every means to camouflage himself, there was no way to control the great distaste for his own gender for the moment a female approached him.

But every time he was on the verge of going crazy at that tipping point, her voice would ring very softly in his ear - [Even though you're a boy.]

[But you look good too.

[You are the most precious.]

That guest's voice with laughter would also say - [You have a very beautiful soul and dance].

Heart gasped violently as he looked at his own face in the mirror, his eyes red and breathing heavily, and finally reached out uncontrollably with his right hand to break the mirror.

Why should he be a man!

By the time Heart comes out of the bathroom again, he's back on his heels and sizing himself up very elegantly-except for his bandaged right hand.

The girl looked at Heart's right hand, and after a long pause she said, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing." Heart changed the subject on the fly as he leaned back on the couch with a lazy smile, "Is there something good you want to share with me, an old man on an empty island?"

The girl was quickly amused by Heart's description of herself, and she and the woman exchanged glances before carefully saying, "It is."

"She's getting ready to get married."

The woman also looked to Heart very softly, something very hesitant in her eyes, "I wanted to let you know."

Heart The smile on his face disappeared completely, and he looked at them with a startled, vacant, almost somewhat overwhelmed look, and repeated very softly, "You ...... are going to be married?"

He had the feeling of falling off the island with one foot.

"It's you two together isn't it?" Heart's hands were shaking, but he quickly calmed down quickly and smiled again, he winked then, "Bless you then."

Both the girl and the woman were silent for a moment, then looked up at him, "No."

Heart took a long time before he hissed out, "Why?"

"When I was on the island I had a child, Phoebe, who was taken away from his father at birth." The woman smiled bitterly, "Now that his ex-wife is dead, he needed a beautiful woman to be his next wife, so he sought me out."

Heart spoke without hesitation, "I can help you kill him."

"He's an arms dealer, far more powerful than you can imagine, and I don't want you to go through this for me." The woman's smile grew more bitter, "And he is particularly strict in his control and training of his children, his ex-wife's child, Daniel, was almost trained to death by him, and if I wasn't Phoebe's nominal mother, Phoebe would be illegitimate, and she would have a very hard life."

"I don't want her to be the next calling card, do you understand?"

"I can raise her." Without any hesitation Heart replied, looking at the woman, almost in a tone of eagerness to prove himself, "I can get her to the island."

She asked softly, "And then what? She will have to leave this island one day, the world is full of her father's forces, just like the Order, she can't be on this island for the rest of her life."

"You're still fighting the Church, and you no longer have the energy or ability to take on such a big mess, you'll set yourself on fire."

Heart stalled.

"I won't be able to come up to the island to see you from now on." The woman looked at Heart with nostalgia and dismay, "You take care of yourself."

She reaches out to tap Heart on the shoulder, who is sitting still, but ultimately just stops in vain and turns away.

They left again.

Heart A man maintains that position in silence, sitting motionless until a man wearing a mask and cloak and carrying a black whip knocks on the door of his island.

"Hello." The uninvited guest, who had come on a rainy night, smiled, "Looks like the island has a new owner now?"

Heart jerked his head up and he stood.

Meanwhile, Vice Island.

The priests said sadly, "No way, the Queen is too powerful now, and getting bigger, he's even started to take control of the minerals, we can't fight her in any way!"

"Not necessarily." The bishop in his wheelchair grunted and gasped conspiratorially, braced himself and half stood up, "Guys, guys look over here!"

"It's true that we can't gain an advantage over the Queen in this peaceful environment right now."

"But!" The Bishop's gaze was sinister beyond measure, "When the people are in distress and they have no one to turn to, in the midst of their confusion, they will surely come to seek refuge with us!"

The faces of the priests moved vaguely, "You are right, my Lord Bishop, but there is no suffering now ......"

"Create suffering if you don't have it." The bishop smiled arrogantly as he folded his stale, aging hands in front of the small of his back, his gaze so sinister that it looked like a poisonous snake, "God sends suffering to test the world, so why shouldn't we?"

"Descending into suffering?!" A priest asked incredulously, with astonished eyes, "And what kind of suffering is that?"

The bishop's eyes swept casually over the newspaper on the fence next to him, and the smirk on the headline [Water Pollution Expanding Due to Industrial Development] caught his attention, and his eyes narrowed as he grinned, "God Sends Down a Flood to Wash Away the World."

"Then let's drop the water pollution."

On Sky City.

"Why are you here again." Heart looked incredulously at the guest across the table, "I thought you said you would never come again?"

"Because I have been summoned again this time." This time there was a distinct pleasure in the guest's voice, and unlike the last time, this time he had come with obvious pleasure, "I am very glad."

"On the way back to my shrine I noticed the island had changed, came up to see what was going on, and found that you had become the new master."

The guest complimented, "You've done a beautiful job of setting up this island, and I can smell the pain everywhere I look."

The whole island is full of tribunals, and there isn't a single place that hasn't been used to try those men.

Heart listened, lowered her lightly fluttering eyes, and replied haughtily, "Thank you for the compliment."

"You look ...... this time," the guest said as if sizing him up, his voice pausing slightly, "like you've changed quite a bit from before."

Heart's fingers clenched momentarily, and his voice tightened as he pressed, "It's more manly, isn't it?"

"That's not true, I see you have a hard time seeing the exterior, usually the soul." The guest smiled, "Your soul seems to be bearing more pain than before."

"What are you in pain for?"

Heart After a long quiet moment, he slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm in pain, and I'm not strong enough."

"I thought it would be enough for me to become the master of this island, but I found that wherever I put them in any part of this world, those people-"

Heart grimaced uncontrollably, his violet eyes lighting up like reflective swords with murderous intent:

"--Those men, still trapping them in an island made of their own filthy desires!"

"So you want to keep getting stronger?" The guest seemed to have heard something interesting in response as he opened his hands slightly and asked, "Thank you for your company tonight, and for sharing in my rare pleasure, I can show you how to become more powerful."

Heart Breathing heavily for a split second, he raised his eyes to stare at the man, "How?"

"No matter how strong you are, your power alone is always weak." The guest smiled and spoke to him, "Go and form guilds, go and participate in leagues, and domesticate the members in these guilds like the Church domesticated you, so that they can become your believers and work for you."

"When you have God-level faith and power, you can do anything."

Heart asked softly, "And that includes killing any man?"

"Including killing any man." The guest laughed, "Including killing me."

Heart As if struck out of his emotions all at once by the words, he looked incredulously at the other man and subconsciously retorted, "I'm not going to kill you."

"I am a man in this world as well, and you are perfectly capable of killing me." The guest seemed to find his answer amusing, and placed one hand into a fist on the handle of the chair, lightly resting it against his crooked head, and smiled, "I don't dislike your aggressiveness; on the contrary, I greatly appreciate your thoughts."

"If you do manage to kill me, I might fall in love with you a moment before I die."

The guest laughed at him and said, "Judging by your attitude, you should like me, right? Aren't you heartened by the offer?"

Heart's heart raced uncontrollably, his feigned calmness and self-possession after the man's arrival on the island shattered by that one statement, and his head swam for a moment.

"I'm not ......" He opened his lips pale, his expression almost a little bemused, "I'm just ......"

"Didn't like me?" The guest laughed softly and asked rhetorically, "Then why do you hate men so much and still let me on the island?"

Heart had a moment when his voice wouldn't come out and his head went completely blank.

He hadn't let a man on the island in four years, except for the men on trial.

"I won't force you to kill me, it's just that your soul is just too valuable ...... Sorry for bringing up something that made you unhappy." The guest appeared to have some regrets, but soon he smiled again, "But it doesn't matter, the person most likely to kill me in this world is about to enter the game."

"I'll be dead by his hand soon."

The guest smiled from the bottom of his heart, "I came here today to share the good news with you."

"What?" Heart's mind literally came to a complete stop, now he even blanked his expression a bit, "You're going to be killed by who?"

"Do you remember the child I asked you to play four years ago?" The guest smiled and said, "The child who gave Him a soul is eighteen years old, and he just summoned me in a lake."

"It's really unbelievable, this kid hasn't entered the game, but the texture of his soul is getting more and more desirable, if he enters the game, he will definitely be able to grow quickly to the point where he can kill me."

Guest spoke with rare emotion as he sighed, "It's a shame he turned down my invitation to let him into the game."

Heart was on the verge of running out of ways to think about all the things the man was saying, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the ending, and asked immediately afterward, "So are you not going to be killed?"

"Of course not." Guest smiled slowly, "He's going to have to come into the game one day and kill me."

"It is his destiny to be doomed, and we are doomed enemies."

Guest joked wryly, "After all, I am the ultimate villain in his story, and the day will come when he kills me."

"Why ......" Heart asked with a slight tremor in his voice, "Why do you have to be killed?"

The guest looked at Heart, and again Heart felt that look in the other's eyes as if he were looking at a character in a TV program, and then the guest laughed a little, "Because it's funny, isn't it?"

"You seem sad." The guest inquired softly, "I'd also like to ask you to play someone for me, if that's not appropriate then I'll leave for the night."

"If I'm killed, that's the last time I'll ever see you."

The guest rose and owed a slight farewell, "It was very pleasant to meet you this evening."

Heart jerked his head up, tears still chewing in his eyes as he replied with force, "I'm not sad, I'll play it!"

"Then please." The guest pulled out a school uniform and handed it to Heart, then a pair of contact lenses, explaining softly, "He's rather cold."

Heart Taking a deep breath, he took the clothes and went to the restroom to change.

When he walked up to the guest in his school uniform, the guest said in that tone of voice full of admiration, "I can't believe you haven't met him, you're doing a great imitation."

"Except for the eyes."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to bring you black contact eyes."

Heart had a heartbeat - black, not silver-blue?

"But there is something else different besides the color." The guest looked thoughtfully at Heart staring into his eyes, "That boy wouldn't look at me like that."

"He hates me."

"You like me."

The guest smiled, as politely as if he were talking to a character in a game, "Can you please change that look of fondness? It's not like the kid."

Heart's back trembled as he clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and looked up again as he gazed at his guest in the chair.

The guest finally smiled in satisfaction, "Yes, that's the look."

"This look that's going to kill me."

Heart seemed to realize something and spoke slowly, hoarsely, "Isn't the child I imitated ...... the same child I imitated last time?"

"Not the last one." The guest chuckled, "It's the one that's going to kill me this time."

"Why ......" Heart's voice was full of emotion as he tried his best to control his composure as he inquired, "Why did you make me mimic the child that was going to kill you?"

"Why?" The guest looks at Heart with seeming understanding, then replies, slightly distressed, "Because I just want to die so bad, but that kid won't kill me right now."

"I want you, who is good at mimicry, to play him first and simulate killing me all over again."

The guest looked up and he smiled, "Do you mind?"

Heart couldn't remember how he'd sent his guest away, and he stared out at the heavy rain outside the island in a trance, his mind constantly recalling that last conversation between them.

[Will you be in the game?]

[I'm everywhere, the game is my incarnation.]

[Can I find you in the game?]

[Sure.

What do I have to do to see you?

[Being first in the league, I only pick up the most valuable players.]

[...... Who is the player who killed you?]

[It's me with a soul.]

[What's your ...... name?]

The guest stood at the edge of the stormy island, his cloak hunting in the gale, his laugh light and indistinct, "Name?"

"You can't call me by my real name, just call me by my code name, you can call me Spades."

Then he fell backwards with his arms wide open and fell off the Island in the Sky, disappearing into the boundless, choppy waters.

Heart Standing at the edge of the island, he stood silent, then turned back and logged into the game with a determined gaze.

--He's going to win, he's going to be strong enough to beat everybody, he's going to get number one!

He was going to kill ...... the man who killed him!

Quan Zhendong, whose face had aged considerably, looked at the young queen in the photo with complicated eyes, he shook his head to end his recollection, turned his head to the two eels in the tank, and his eyes sank back down.

They had plotted for six or seven years to hunker down under the Queen's oppression until the day the Church could rise again!

This is a rare opportunity that can't be let go!

The game prepares witches to sort warehouses.

Bai Liu looked at the big screen with seeming understanding and didn't move.

The Witch's Heart, the most central thing in the game related to that trial, is either in the possession of the Virgin or the Son of the Virgin, whose codename is the Queen of Heart, and that would most likely be Heart's log-in identity.

That means that the possibility of this game's key prop [Witch's Heart] being in the player's possession is not ruled out.

After all, on their side, there's a little witch who also sounds like she has a Witch's Heart - the game might as well be a Tower Defense Scramble, competing with each other for the Witch's Heart on the other player's team.

Loudspeakers on both sides of the warehouse were playing a constant loop in every language:

[Be on the lookout for witches, report witches, witches are the source of sinners!]

Once you have discovered a witch invasion, please report it to the Holy See immediately! Please do not contact any witches in private, or they will all be treated as accomplices of witches! Trial with the witches!

The two clerical security guards next to him sighed and hugged their chests as they chatted:

"It hasn't been peaceful in the east lately, the Witch Pollution Zone seems to have witches attacking the edges of the pollution zone every day."

"And witches are rumored to be mixed in with the Church? What are they up to?"

"The Holy See is fine, it's rumored that quite a few witches have mixed into the civilian areas, and quite a few civilians are secretly helping witches smuggle from the eastern contaminated areas to the western side of the safe zone side, and I don't know what these civilians are thinking! The Holy See is the one protecting them, okay! They're actually going to help the witches!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, all civilian areas have been patrolled more lately to prevent witches from sneaking through which makes our workload so much heavier."

"Let's just be careful."

These two discussed and walked past Bai Liu while Bai Liu's ears twitched and he inclined his head to look in the opposite direction.

"Bai Liu ......," someone called out to him in a small and awkward voice, "Bai Liu, come over here!"

A lot of the taller women over there look to be from countries a bit further away.

The voice that just called out to Bai Liu came from over there.

But there doesn't seem to be anyone wearing men's clothes over there, and it seems that because it's a local custom to wear big, curvy dance dresses, Bai Liu's footsteps subtly paused for a moment, but still went that way.

Then ......

Bai Liu looked up and calmly said, "Pfft."

Mu Sicheng, wearing a tight-fitting corset with a wide skirt support, was already out of breath, and when Bai Liu poofed, he was so furious that his guts came out of his mouth, and he immediately clamped his crotch on Bai Liu's head, dragging him aside: "What are you poofing at? You pretended to be expressionless and you thought I didn't hear you laughing! Ha!"

"You're laughing your ass off! You're wearing women's clothes yourself, okay!"

Bai Liu slowly averted his eyes from Mu Sicheng's foundation-covered, blood-splattered face and calmly asked, "Where's Tang Er fighting? He should have landed at about the same place as you."

"I'm looking for him too." Mu Sicheng was just about to scratch his head in annoyance, but as soon as he lifted his hand he gagged at the tightening of the corset and almost took a breath right off his back, "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, that's too tight!"

"How do they move around in those clothes!"

Mu Sicheng couldn't help but look at the group of women with a kind of awe, "Amazing."

"Tang Er hit higher than me, he should be in that group." Mu Sicheng pointed, "Are we going over to him?"

Bai Liu nodded and they walked over together, only to hear the group of tall women marveling around one of the tallest before they even got close:

"You have big breasts! Can I touch them?"

"You've got a fit body too! It feels all muscular!"

"You look so healthy and strong, where are you going to work?"

Bai Liu could see from afar Tang Er's face tense as he dodged the girls' curious touches on his chest and waist and back, and pretended to express his gratitude in a calm and dignified manner, but in fact his ears and the back of his neck had already reddened:

"Thank you for complimenting me on my ...... large breasts, but no touching."

"I work out more regularly, so my muscles are more pronounced."

"Haven't figured out where to go yet."

Watching the girls swarming and kneading Tang Er hit them with desperate, pleading glances, the two men slowly, again, examined from top to bottom the white lace basket hat on Tang Er hit's head, the reddened cheeks, the huge skirt supports on her body, and the upper half of her corseted chest strangling her furrowed body.

Mu Sicheng: "Pfft."

Bai Liu : "Pfft."