The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle-Chapter 347 - 234 The Newly Created Person_2

347: Chapter 234: The Newly Created Person_2

347 -234: The Newly Created Person_2

Su Qi looked at the people around him.

Although everyone appeared to be ordinary, in reality…

each person was a Sequencer, with the majority possessing the power of the Ninth Rank, and some even of the Seventh Rank, with abnormalities, oddities, and human-like beings amongst them.

Some people also seemed to, as the middle-aged man had said, bear past sins; Su Qi could see numbers of killings and acts of cruelty mixed within their information.

All villains?

Then collectively seeking redemption?

Am I also counted among them?

What a joke, I am very much a good person.

Su Qi looked at the middle-aged man, “How long have you been here?”

“Three months,” the middle-aged man slowly released his hands and smiled gently, “In these three months, I have forgotten all the anxieties and troubles of the past.”

“No longer the executioner with countless murders to his name.”

“Under the guidance of the Venerable,” he looked fixedly at Su Qi, his smile somehow enigmatic, “I became a new creation.”

The hundred people present seemed to be a fixed team.

Su Qi also learned from the middle-aged man…

that the majority of the team before him had arrived here three months ago, now thoroughly familiar with everything, and like the middle-aged man, possessed a serene temperament instilled by education and a strong sense of belonging to the Venerable and everything here.

At the same time.

There were also three people who had only recently entered this place.

There was someone who had been here for a week, smiling as if blessed by a gentle spring breeze, seemingly no different from the others.

There was someone who had been here for five days, whose smile, though slightly stiff, was in cheerful harmony with the others, laughing along.

Everyone displayed an air of happiness, joy, and contentment.

And then there was one who had only been there for a day.

He was a young man with a reluctant smile on his face, pale and insubstantial upon closer inspection, frail in stature, seemingly out of place among the others.

Yet he occasionally looked at his collarbone, where black stripes were also present, his expression hesitant.

Su Qi followed the crowd, walking slowly along the street.

This place was naturally full of weirdness.

And…

every person they saw was rather strange, on the one hand friendly, warm, brimming with happiness, and hope.

On the other hand, they also made one feel uncomfortable.

Moreover.

There was he who all of them mentioned and in whom they had immense faith—the Venerable.

Who might that be?

All before him seemed to indicate that only at the time of the baptism might new clues emerge.

“We’re here.”

The leader of the group looked ahead at a white house, as everyone looked up, “This is the place for the baptism.”

Their expressions turned excited.

“Newborns, cast aside all demonic obstructions of the past, please recite the teachings of the Venerable in your hearts, enter with the most devout spirit,” the person standing at the entrance of the white house spoke softly.

“Thank you, Venerable!

Thank you for everything here!” They clasped their hands together, their voices filled with devotion.

Then the door opened, but the inside wasn’t very bright; everyone proceeded to walk in in an orderly fashion.

“You two,” the guard looked at the young man and Su Qi, “Wait…”

“…Do we need to register?” Su Qi paused, “The last digits of my phone number are…”

“No need.”

He spoke softly, “Since this is your first time attending the baptism, please write down your names here.”

Su Qi paused, glancing at the young man.

“If the baptism seems to be held daily, how come it’s your first time too?”

The young man’s body shook slightly.

The person calmly said, “He…

violated the baptismal guidance at the last moment yesterday, but by grace of the Venerable, who is kind and values life, this is his last chance.”

The young man’s trembling hand wrote down his name.

“Ye Yuzi.”

Su Qi also picked up the pen, “Wait a moment for me.”

He too wrote down his name.

The pitch-black, indifferent, invincible, blood-stained angel, the mighty blue cat commander of the forbidden army…

The person looked at the long string of names, his eyelids twitched violently, his lips moved slightly, but he did not speak.

Until Su Qi finished.

Then the person calmly said, “Go in.”

The youth stared at Su Qi somewhat blankly, “Your name is so long.”

Su Qi gave him a strange look, “…

Young man, you’re not actually writing your real name, are you?”

“???” The youth was taken aback, “Otherwise?

What if I lied and that person saw through it?”

Su Qi could only say that this youth indeed had the clear stupidity of a college student.

“Any name will do.

Most people who come to this world are not good people.

If it’s their first time participating in the baptism ritual, they usually hide their identities and write a fake name.

That person obviously doesn’t care, having grown accustomed to it.

Writing the name seems more like a formality.”

“Is that so?” The youth seemed to realize something.

After entering the white house, the space inside was larger than imagined, and moreover, it was dark and windless.

Walking along the only corridor, they were gradually descending.

The warmth around them slowly disappeared, replaced by a chill that caressed the hairs on their skin.

“Alright, Ye Yuzi, please answer a few questions for me during this short journey,” Su Qi said softly, not giving him a chance to refuse, “How exactly did you get here?

And according to the middle-aged man’s theory, you must have committed some sins.”

The youth opened his mouth, stammering, “I killed…

over a hundred of my people…”

“?”

Su Qi’s eyes moved slightly as he glanced at the youth.

Well, this young man was certainly interesting.

“Then…

in the process of fleeing, I was suddenly caught up in a chaotic current, and then I ended up here.”

Su Qi nodded, “I see.”

The youth curiously looked at Su Qi, “Brother, what about you?”

He also knew that almost everyone here was a villain, so this slightly older young man in front of him surely had an unspeakable past.

“I…” Su Qi paused, “My tale is complicated.

I’ve offed some people, made a lot of enemies, and been hunted down for various insignificant matters.”

“In short.”

“I’m a good man.”

The youth: “…”

Su Qi did not doubt whether anyone here recognized him.

He had the protection of anonymity in Paradise.

After entering the instance, he naturally lost his concealment.

Now he was his own image, but it seemed that this world was rather closed off, with blocked information.

The youth was even more so on the run, with no time to learn any information, and the vastness of the Present World…

The massive amount of information was as abundant as the Milky Way, making it difficult to spread to every corner.

Su Qi’s footsteps slowly tapped on the stairs; they were now descending one step at a time, and the only light around was from the dim yellow lamps.

“So deep for a so-called baptism?”

“Baptism…” The youth uttered the word baptism, his body trembling slightly, and his mood somewhat somber.

“What’s the matter?

Everyone else goes in smiling; why do you have a troubled look?” Su Qi said gently.

The youth muttered, “The people of this world, they healed my wounds, gave me clothes, food…

and cared for me like family, allowing me to forget my past pain and obtain an unprecedented tranquility and serenity.”

A warm touch of emotion surfaced on his face.

“But…”

The youth’s expression sighed lightly,

“I just can’t accept this baptism…”

“Why?” Su Qi looked toward the slightly lit exit ahead; they didn’t know how far down they had descended, but in addition to the chilly air, he faintly smelled a whiff of decay.

The youth looked towards the corridor’s exit, his footsteps growing heavy:

“Because…

it’s nothing like the baptism you’re imagining.”

The two of them stepped out.

In this underground space, Su Qi saw a multitude of cruel torture devices and the hammer symbolizing judgment hanging from the dome, with the surrounding crowd wearing strange smiles, standing in a circle.

The youth clenched his fists, his voice low,

“You see, I told you it’s different.”

But Su Qi also smiled.

“No, it’s exactly as I imagined.”