No wonder there's a smell of gunpowder and herbs in the air; it comes from these soldiers—they're already immersed in the ecstasy of drugs, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, even daring to meddle with something as sacred as the Church.
Their rationality no longer belongs to them; once deprived of drugs, life becomes worse than death, and they'll do whatever it takes to get money to buy drugs.
Immersed in illusions and pleasures of the five senses, with entertainment that only secretes dopamine all day, they won't care about the pains of reality. This drug is essentially the embodiment of entertainment-to-death on the internet; there's no real difference.
"Help, save me—"
The students cried for help, but the soldiers, like dozens of blood-crazed beasts, almost tore them in half.
Li Mingyue acted instantly.
Su Ming'an merely blinked, and the scene before his eyes changed dramatically.
Without warning, without sound, without struggle.
