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Chapter 2225 - 2220: The Crucifixion of the Human King (10) · Oct 14, 2026

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2201 Chapter 2199 - 2194: The Prisoner’s Adaptation 2026-10-14
2202 Chapter 2200 - 2195: Origin of the Paradox 2026-10-14
2203 Chapter 2201 - 2196: Red Potion 2026-10-14
2204 Chapter 2202 - 2197: Guardian Angel 2026-10-14
2205 Chapter 2203 - 2198: Exile 2026-10-14
2206 Chapter 2204 - 2199: Bind Its Form, Command Its God 2026-10-14
2207 Chapter 2205 - 2200: Why Not Move? 2026-10-14
2208 Chapter 2206 - 2201: Angel Skin Tome 2026-10-14
2209 Chapter 2207 - 2202: Covenant Book 2026-10-14
2210 Chapter 2208 - 2203: Even Time Stops Come in Pairs 2026-10-14
2211 Chapter 2209 - 2204: A Hometown That Cannot Be Returned To 2026-10-14
2212 Chapter 2210 - 2205: Great Defining Technique 2026-10-14
2213 Chapter 2211 - 2206: The Release of Coldness 2026-10-14
2214 Chapter 2212 - 2207: Instantaneous Response 2026-10-14
2215 Chapter 2213 - 2208: A Familiar Scent 2026-10-14
2216 Chapter 2214 - 2209: Twin Moons 2026-10-14
2217 Chapter 2215 - 2210: 1-423 2026-10-14
2218 Chapter 2216 - 2211: The King of Dismemberment (Part 1) 2026-10-14
2219 Chapter 2217 - 2212: King of the Crucified (Part 2) 2026-10-14
2220 Chapter 2218 - 2113: King of Execution (Part 3) 2026-10-14
2221 Chapter 2219 - 2214: The Crucified Human King (4) 2026-10-14
2222 Chapter 2220 - 2215: The Crucified King (5) 2026-10-14
2223 Chapter 2221 - 2216: King of Riven Limbs (6) 2026-10-14
2224 Chapter 2222 - 2217: The Crucified King (7) 2026-10-14
2225 Chapter 2223 - 2218: The Crucified King of Men (8) 2026-10-14
2226 Chapter 2224 - 2219: King of the Torn Asunder (9) 2026-10-14
2227 Chapter 2225 - 2220: The Crucifixion of the Human King (10) 2026-10-14
2228 Chapter 2226 - 2221: King of Crucifixion (11) 2026-10-14
2229 Chapter 2227 - 2222: King of Crucifixion (12) 2026-10-14
2230 Chapter 2228 - 2223: King of Execution (13) 2026-10-14
2231 Chapter 2229 - 2224: King of Crucifixion (14) 2026-10-14
2232 Chapter 2230 - 2225: King of Execution (15) 2026-10-14
2233 Chapter 2231 - 2226: King of Dismemberment (16) 2026-10-14
2234 Chapter 2232 - 2227: The Crucified Human King (17) 2026-10-14
2235 Chapter 2233 - 2228: The Crucified King (18) 2026-10-14
2236 Chapter 2234 - 2229: King of Dismemberment (19) 2026-10-14
2237 Chapter 2235 - 2230: The Spiked Human King (20) 2026-10-14
2238 Chapter 2236 - 2231: King of Execution (21) 2026-10-14
2239 Chapter 2237 - 2232: King of Dismemberment (22) 2026-10-14
2240 Chapter 2238 - 2233: King of Crucifixion (23) 2026-10-14
2241 Chapter 2239 - 2234: The Crucified Human King (24) 2026-10-14
2242 Chapter 2240 - 2235: The Crucified King (25) 2026-10-14
2243 Chapter 2241 - 2236: The Crucified Human King (26) 2026-10-14
2244 Chapter 2242 - 2237: The Crucified King (27) 2026-10-14
2245 Chapter 2243 - 2238: The Lord Who Was Dismembered (28) 2026-10-14
2246 Chapter 2244 - 2239: The Crucified Human King (29) 2026-10-14
2247 Chapter 2245 - 2240: The King of Tortured Souls (End) 2026-10-14
2248 Chapter 2246 - 2241: Torture King 2026-10-14
2249 Chapter 2247 - 2242: Sealed Heart 2026-10-14
2250 Chapter 2248 - 2243: Departure 2026-10-14

Chapter 2225: Chapter 2220: The Crucifixion of the Human King (10)

Compulsion’s Gospel.

Though the scene was bizarre, after the first cut fell, Fu Qian still gave a fair commentary.

Like exhausting the last bit of value to complete the offering, the shriveled skin was already honeycombed.

The color like withered wood and the bloodline buried beneath it made for a stark contrast, almost giving one the urge to peel away the blood scabs from the skin.

And the male office worker was indeed doing just that.

Cut by cut, piece by piece, any previous hesitation had vanished without a trace, and all his energy was clearly focused on the task at hand.

You could even clearly see his hand trembling slightly.

Not from nervousness, but from excitement.

As someone with strong empathy, Fu Qian easily made the judgment.

It was clear that both the male and female office worker were being consumed by the urge to peel away the blood scabs, losing control of both body and mind.

The advantage was that the loss of control did not turn them into lunatics, but rather made them kneel involuntarily as if before a miracle.

As for the person being treated, there was not a trace of pain on their face, and their posture perfectly complemented that of the office workers.

Their body was as straight as an arrow, and an almost palpable sense of euphoria was spreading, as if cleansing off dirt and touching divine grace.

This intense joy from casting off shackles was so strong that you could see the two hanging hands slightly bending, unable to resist the urge to quickly tear it open by themselves.

Although this impulse was firmly restrained by the female office worker on guard.

She seemed very well-prepared.

Faced with such seamless cooperation, Fu Qian watched with great interest.

Of course, he didn’t hold back on his praise, while also not neglecting his old friends, continuing to pay attention to himself.

The transformation was still ongoing.

On the back of his hand, the shape of a leech was already very visible.

The skin wasn’t torn, so it looked as if it had tunneled underneath.

Throughout this process, the burlap doll made no new moves, yet it didn’t withdraw the curse either, consistently outputting negative effects, aiding him in drawing closer to the ”Lonely King.”

Flourishing and thriving, there was no doubt about it.

Fu Qian still took no action, quietly feeling the almost overflowing vitality of this place where the dream began.

...

”Why——”

Unfortunately, tranquility was always fleeting. Just as the harmonious atmosphere persisted for less than a minute, a hysterical growl swept through the surroundings.

It wasn’t the seated person who felt the pain and wanted to struggle up.

Quite the opposite, it was the one holding him down who let out the roar.

So much so that the newcomer, caught in the throes of release, was forced to open his eyes, the joy frozen on his face.

Honestly, from this angle, there was nothing unusual about the female office worker, but the sound indeed had a desperate feel to it.

As for why there was such a reaction, Fu Qian felt he could make an educated guess—the female office worker’s gaze was fixed intently on the one wielding the knife.

And the latter, who had controlled the situation all along, had suddenly stopped his hand movements.

There was still a small part unfinished, making the newcomer look as if he was wearing a stand-up collar shirt, yet the hand holding the knife seemed frozen, showing no intent to continue.

”Why——”

After a few moments of stalemate, the male office worker repeated the same line and tone.

”Why isn’t there divine grace?”

...

Divine grace?

The comfort lay in the fact that despite the emotional instability, there was some substance to the comments.

The male office worker’s final bewilderment was clearly key to understanding the sudden change in events.

Part of the fear experienced by the female office worker obviously originated from him.

And the reason he stopped was not seeing divine grace.

As for what ”divine grace” was——

Fu Qian’s gaze fell on the newcomer’s neck.

Clean, tender, like a crab just shed from its shell.

Initially, there was speculation that this might be the normal appearance after shedding, but now it seemed otherwise.

Judging from the reactions of the male and female office workers, even if freshly peeled, it should likely have some white marks adhering to it.

Just like the blood light inside the leech, this too was a testament to the Lonely King’s favor.

And this group’s ideology revolved around discovering this point from within their bodies, discarding useless burdens to draw closer to it.

An easy-to-understand approach.

Even for Fu Qian, he could somewhat grasp what went wrong.

”Blasphemy against divine grace——”

During the commentary, the male office worker seemed to reach a conclusion as well.

The next moment he suddenly turned his head, fixing a deathly stare on this side.

Even his previously wandering eyes settled, ready to bulge out, tainted with blood-red.

...

Indeed, some petty soul must have interfered, causing me to lose the Lonely King’s favor.

Fu Qian found this reaction anything but surprising.

Whenever involving issues of faith’s blessings, once they fail, seeking external scapegoats is a common occurrence.

After all, such matters can’t be quantified; how could there be a problem with my faith? Who dares question my devotion?

Even I dare not.

In such situations, anything can become a scapegoat—though in this case, he indeed might be the one responsible.

Fu Qian’s earlier understanding wasn’t only about the male office worker’s reaction; it even covered the core issue of why there was no ”divine grace.”

It was truly simple: if it can help him feel more favored, why can’t it weaken others’?

Do not underestimate the Needle Witch’s adept manipulation behind the scenes.

Furthermore, acknowledging this brought even a sense of reassurance to Fu Qian.

In the end, couldn’t contain the restlessness?

...

Obviously, it was targeting me.

Though he didn’t consider the trio’s presence here overly influenced by inducements.

But in Fu Qian’s view, the subsequent odd changes couldn’t escape the Needle Witch’s manipulations.

From the moment I sat down, a subtle struggle had begun.

As I mentioned before, for the Needle Witch and the possible Night Watchman behind, the curse cast upon me was still an open plot.

Either fail to carry out the act, exposing only a bluff.

Or remain unfazed, becoming their tool to touch the Lonely King.

And this stalemate, upon the trio selecting this place as their ceremonial site, was clearly disturbed.

Though the male office worker wisely decided to play dumb, directly ignoring my existence, the Needle Witch clearly didn’t want to miss such a valuable external resource.

And for these fervent believers with obsessive mental states, inducing them was all too easy.

With just a slight move, conflict was ready to ignite, no matter how I later responded, more would be forced into exposure—but it was the Needle Witch who got exposed first.

First move is first move, regardless of the reason.

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