### Chapter 88: When the Sinful Flower Blooms (Part One)
The notes have reached this point, and aside from the torn-out pages at the back, there are only a few pages left.
I quickly flipped to the last legible scribbles, which looked hurried or chaotic:
[Three days and nights of tireless labor, and the result is exhilarating! I don’t care how many test subjects died in the last batch. Miss Tilia’s first stage went incredibly smoothly—so smooth it’s absurd! It’s practically a miracle!]
[Implanting a living skeleton is impossible to do directly. Even the Chaotic Power struggles to merge with test subjects who can barely handle one deity’s invasion, let alone fragments! I used to actually believe that—I was such a clueless fool!]
[The Sin Will implanted in the girl overpowered the Abyss’s mental control. She stabilized, even the crazed personality calmed down completely. It’s genuinely thrilling, I can’t wait to dive into the second experimental phase right now…]
Then there was a whole page of messy patterns and symbols, some looking like they might have order, while most resembled a child’s doodle. Turning to the next page, the writing returned to normal, but became increasingly scrawled and haphazard, with lines written horizontally and vertically—I could hardly discern the sequence of thoughts:
[I had a dream; a voice told me to toss the test subjects into the flower patch and baptize them in sin to grow the chaos… I proposed this to His Eminence, and he agreed… We decided to take the plunge…]
[He’s been sleeping in that armchair a lot lately. He’s too tired; I can’t disturb him anymore…]
[The test subjects suddenly went wild. Perhaps the clash of two wills was too intense, causing the encroachment to escalate. The spreading abyss mud destroyed part of the experimental facility, but it’s fine, we can hold on; we’re about to succeed…]
[Increase the dosage, increase the dosage… Divine blooded body, I can hear your heartbeat, warm and throbbing in that chest, a great divine miracle is about to descend upon this city…]
[d*mn it, d*mn it, d*mn it! I knew Labiel was unreliable; everyone besides me is unreliable! She spontaneously ignited in the flower patch, burned over half her body with Sin Fire, ahahaha! I should execute the person who suggested tossing her into the Sin Flower! Believe me, I would do it…]
[The interchange of chaos and sin… the fusion of sin and dreams… this is the answer… I understand now… this is the answer…]
[Great God of Wisdom…]
[Are you abandoning me too…?]
[We succeeded…]
[We succeeded!]
**Snap.**
“Phew—”
Staring at the final page filled with the words “We succeeded,” I let out a long breath and closed the notebook.
“……”
Miss Sword Demon was dozing beside me, and upon hearing the noise, she sat up straight, her eyes wide open—her eyes were quite big; she just usually doesn’t like to open them too wide, but they didn’t have that squinty look either, giving off a rather dazed vibe.
But when she really tried to open her eyes wide, in that moment, against her small palm-sized face, she had an adorably doll-like charm.
Of course, I had no mood to appreciate that kind of cuteness right now.
“Did you finish reading?”
We locked eyes for a moment, and when I didn’t speak, Miss Sword Demon tentatively asked.
I nodded, not in the mood to reply, my mind swirling with the notes’ contents, my gaze dropping to the cover. I suddenly noticed my hands were dirty, reminding me those stains were from the notebook’s owner—the lunatic from the Choir of Saints leading the experiments, a remnant of him after his d*ath.
Suddenly, I felt extremely nauseous, an unprecedented urge to vomit.
“Ugh…”
I tried to suppress the queasy feeling, not even glancing back, I tossed the notebook toward Miss Sword Demon and stood up from the bench. After standing in silence for a moment, I pulled out the torch embedded in the armrest, raised it in front of me, and began to walk slowly deeper into the hall.
“Put it away… no, just burn it.”
For a moment, my mind waged war between two thoughts, but only for a moment. I ultimately decided that this notebook… should not be left in my hands, no matter what.
Despite all the records, much of it was incomprehensible to me, and Miss Sword Demon wouldn’t even understand…
Regarding the experiment process, what the Church was up to, after reading the comprehensible parts, I still had quite a few perplexing questions, but overall, what I needed to know… I roughly guessed it, having a couple clear directions.
And the rest…
Not understanding it now wasn’t an issue; there would always be a chance to know later.
But the notebook, it couldn’t stay.
I wasn’t sure if this was the only record of their so-called chaotic fourth-stage experiment opened in the Fortress of Silence, but at the very least, it was the only record penned by the experiment’s leader, something he desperately tried to protect at the end.
In the back of the notes, the chaotic content clearly indicated this person had completely fallen into the “illusion” of the Eye of Wisdom at some point, haunted by nightmarish visions, suffering from cognitive impairments, losing clarity…
Even so, he remembered to protect the notes’ contents.
Even if his flesh was scorched by high temperatures, the notebook beneath was relatively intact.
So…
This is a very important experimental research record.
I don’t want it falling into the Church’s hands.
“…Hmm.”
Upon hearing my words, Miss Sword Demon seemed to freeze for two seconds before standing up from the bench as well.
She lightly acknowledged, not asking further, with a rustling sound, the fire ignited something.
I turned to see her tossing the burning notebook to the ground, the intense flames licking at the curled pages, turning every written word to ashes. Miss Sword Demon looked down for a moment, shrugged her shoulders silently, and followed me without a word.
But I stopped in my tracks.
Maybe…
We just burned something very important…
Or maybe not.
That thought suddenly popped into my mind.
I vigorously shook my head.
“Ha…”
What’s happening…
Have you become someone capable of viewing things with complete rationality, like those heartless cold-blooded creatures in Teresa’s and Ailna’s and Angel’s Church who will go to any lengths to achieve their goals?
After reading the notes…
You didn’t even feel much turmoil in your heart.
A little bit of anger…
A little bit of sadness…
But mostly, you’re pondering who’s right and who’s wrong… and the consequences of actions… right?
How…
Did you start becoming like this?
Silvya…
“What are you laughing at?”
Suddenly, Miss Sword Demon walked up beside me, interrupting my reflections.
I seemed to snap back to reality, glancing at the notebook burning away in the flames, then my gaze shifted to the short “young woman” before me.
“…Sword Demon.”
I called her name.
“……”
Miss Sword Demon looked at me, puzzled.
“By the way, how old are you this year?”
“Twenty-six…”
She responded without thinking, then fell into contemplation: “…or maybe twenty-eight? I don’t quite remember. What’s the significance?”
Twenty… eight?
Hey.
Are you kidding me right now…
“This is an older sister loli…”
“…Huh?”
“Nothing, nothing… I’m just a bit surprised; I thought you were a maximum of twelve, given your IQ level.”
“…Are you messing with me?”
“Yep, messing with you.”
“……”
In our boring exchange, our footsteps blended with flickering firelight as we gradually moved deeper into the hall.
“Let’s go…”
“We need to see what atrocious things they’ve done.”
