Chapter 195: I Want to Turn Myself In!!!

After leaving the battlefield quietly, Sizar hesitated for a moment. Under Milk’s terrified gaze, he picked up a wooden stick and began violently striking Milk’s head.

After nearly ten minutes of whacking, this sturdy mummy, who had been “alive” less than a month, finally powered down. He lay motionless on the ground, entering a dormant state.

Sizar got a repair label from Camilla, pasted it onto Milk’s forehead, then pulled open a portal again and tossed his servant back into the storage. This time, however, the key hanging around Milk’s neck was rejected by Camilla’s laboratory and remained outside.

“Huh? That’s strange. Why could that mech be stored, but not this key?” Sizar stared oddly at Camilla and asked.

“Why look at me? How should I know?” The cat tucked her neck in as she replied.

“This laboratory manifested from your will. What gets stored and what gets rejected are tied to your perceptions. Because your imagination is wild enough, the lab holds many weird devices that break the rules. Because you think this key belongs to someone else, it can’t be stored. Only what you think makes sense gets executed. Otherwise, I shouldn’t be able to wear clothes every time I enter or leave!” Sizar looked at Camilla, pondered for a moment, then sighed. “It’s a pity you were born with a built-in worldview. If only I could train you a bit, this lab would be even more incredible!”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying! Hurry up and move, or we’ll get tracked again!” Camilla shivered as she urged him.

Sizar pocketed the key, confirmed the direction to White Hall, and sped off.

Sizar had encountered the mech squad around two or three in the afternoon. By the time he sprinted at full speed and reached White Hall, the sky was already dark. It was probably around eight o’clock by then.

Whitehall City was already in chaos. Scattered zombies appeared in various parts of the city, frantically biting bystanders. Terrified citizens flooded the police station with calls. Officers from all districts rushed out, trying to capture and contain the rampaging zombies.

Ceylon was different from Earth. This world brimmed with elemental energies. Even if ordinary humans couldn’t wield supernatural power, prolonged exposure still enhanced their physical fitness, making them several times stronger than Earthlings. As a result, the time it took for humans to get infected by the virus increased, slowing the zombie growth rate. Moreover, the initial zombies were weak. Facing physically strong humans, they were always at a disadvantage.

As Sizar slipped into Whitehall City, he witnessed an absurd scene. A group of humans screamed madly as they surged forward. Behind them? No pursuing tide of zombies. In front of them? One panicked zombie.

Yes, you read that right! On Earth, zombies chased people and bit them. Here? People chased a zombie and beat it up!

“Don’t let her escape! Damn it, she dared to bite me, I’ll chop off her hand!” yelled a citizen whose arm had been bitten.

“Block the left intersection! Force her to run right! That’s a dead end! You all know what to do!” A delinquent with dyed black hair shouted, waving a baseball bat high.

“Whooo…! Friends of Whitehall, go for it!” An out-of-town couple in a hotel room on a balcony egged them on, waving a magic camera.

Watching this, Sizar shook his head helplessly. The zombies here were useless. Back in the forest, they even took down a mech strike force, yet here they were being chased and beaten by foolish humans. Still, one thing brought Sizar some consolation: Among the people chasing and brawling with the undead, many got scratched or bitten, yet no one seemed bothered.

It was precisely because people didn’t understand the demonic transformation virus that many bored citizens followed the police squads, freely offering their labor. They fearlessly attacked the berserk zombies, venting pent-up frustration, and returned home sporting “glorious scars.”

By around ten o’clock, most of the city’s zombies had been contained. However, the number of people scratched or bitten was dozens of times greater than the first wave of zombies. Around one in the morning, the second, much more spectacular, zombie wave hit. Apart from a few tragic individuals trapped in bathrooms who couldn’t open the door, large groups of zombies burst from their homes, attacking neighbors and family.

This time, the police force couldn’t contain the outbreak. Excited citizens surged out again, waving weapons, turning the streets bloody anew. This ultimately caused the zombie count to skyrocket, leading to the intervention of the Royal Pineapple, the Heaven’s Condemnation Church, and the Demon Hunting Association, finally quelling the crisis.

Now, Sizar leaned against a lamppost, watching the crowd of ignorant humans bully a pitiful female zombie. Her arm was broken. Two knives stuck in her chest. She’d been shot in the thigh. Yet, she stood stubbornly, continuously launching attacks on the crowd. The watching humans surged forward, then fell back; though winning, they couldn’t put this undying monster down.

“Hey, why won’t she fall? How terrifying! Could she be a martial artist? To be so resilient?” Citizen A asked.

“No way! If she were, we’d be down already! It looks like she took some forbidden drug. I heard the Army gives slave soldiers stimulants during wars, pushing their lives to enter a berserk state, fearless of death!” Citizen B replied.

“That sparks a memory! Rumors say a new drug, made from a modified stimulant, has been circulating lately. Shot up, it brings ecstasy, letting a man bed a hundred women without flagging. Could it be she overdosed and went berserk?” Citizen C asked lecherously.

As the group speculated, a police officer who had just dealt with a zombie attack arrived.

Following orders from above, he now understood some characteristics of these creatures: they were no longer human; they were undead monsters corrupted by demonic qi. Capturing them wasn’t saving them; they required humane elimination!

A special bullet whistled past. The crowd scattered instantly. Boom! The zombie girl exploded, flesh splattering! The officer had eliminated another monster, securing himself another bonus. The common folk also gained a spectacle: witnessing a “living” person explode. Licking a drop of tainted blood from the corner of their mouths, people headed home happily chatting.

Sizar slipped into a phone booth.

“Pip-pip-pip…”

“Hello? This is the Heaven’s Condemnation Church hotline. How may I help you?” A sweet girl’s voice came through the receiver. This era had no automated systems; all were real girls. No cold “Press one; Press two,” to worry about.

“Ahem, hello. My name is Sizar. I’m a law-abiding good youth. Um, I want to turn myself in!” Sizar gathered his words and cut straight to the point.

“…???” The young girl, having been a hotline operator for two years, had heard it all: calls reporting demon creatures, requests for help, offers of donations, midwife calls, even requests for angel autographs… but never a call to confess and turn oneself in.

“I… I really want to turn myself in! I am guilty! I need to atone!”

Through deduction, Sizar concluded that surrendering to the Heaven’s Condemnation Church offered his best escape. The pursuits by Zero Ring and the Blood Clan were small-scale. With caution, he could evade them, hide among the vast populace, and vanish cleanly.

But the Federation Army he’d offended this time was an official organization. Just their steam warships alone spelled trouble. After the morning incident, by noon they had him pinned down and unable to escape the forest. The longer it dragged on, the slimmer his chances became. If he surrendered then, he’d end up in the Army’s hands, at their mercy regarding life or death.

But now it was different! Releasing the Demonic Transformation Virus meant Whitehall City would descend into chaos! At least eight to ten thousand people would die, right? Forgetting Whitehall, just within the forest—over two hundred enlisted men gone, a mech down, plus three outlying villages, and massive amounts of wildlife—what magnitude of sin was that? Moreover, the zombified animals wouldn’t remain static like the city zombies; they’d continue moving, wreaking havoc on the food chain and the forest ecosystem.

Having achieved these, the crime of offing an unnamed Colonel’s son ceased to be a crime. Sizar was now a major felon, worthy of ranking on the Hazard Investigation Assessment List. Plus, he possessed the Demonic Virus-B—a limitless, high-end potential resource.

Turning himself in now, the Church definitely wouldn’t let the Army snatch him. The Heaven’s Condemnation Church wasn’t like the mythologized Vatican; it was a large, neutral-good organization, internally decent and free from filth, trusted by all with solid strength nobody dared mess with. As long as he showed sincere repentance, he stood a chance at rehabilitation. He could join the Church’s exclusive corps, shine and contribute, cleansing his crimes and remaking himself while gaining precious combat experience. He could hone his skills, reform thoroughly, becoming a respected champion of the Justice Alignment!

Sizar knew all this thanks to the Monkey Mother’s Parenting Ring. This ring wasn’t just powerful; it was a bound collection of novels, containing autobiographies of its past possessors.

Among the ring’s previous owners, the mightiest was the Bloody Executioner, the War Hound. This man’s life was a bloody storm; he’d killed countless. Placed in modern times, he’d be a Calamity on par with a Demon King. Yet his other identity left Sizar stunned: he was a Department Head of the Heaven’s Condemnation Church’s Extermination Agency—the very origin of the “Bloody Executioner” moniker.

The scoundrel had begun as an Ability User in the Southern Continent, clashing with local tribes. He’d slaughtered them all—he even slew the deity the tribe worshipped! Back then, the Church was expanding its reach into the South. Taking the tribe’s commission, they arrested the War Hound. He repented thoroughly, displayed excellent behavior, and ultimately joined the Church, becoming a top-tier enforcer… continuing his bloodletting within the bounds of approved justice, naturally.

The Church’s Extermination Agency was precisely prepared for criminals who’d made the Disaster Investigation List but genuinely sought repentance. Among its ranks, he could relentlessly battle evil forces across continents, using any means without scorn… because he served justice.

Deeply aware of these inside stories, Sizar had always harbored ambitions to join. Befriending a bunch of psychopathic, super-powered killers within the Agency, while landing a prestigious Church official title? Afterwards, wandering the continent, running into a tough opponent? Just one call, and a mob of righteous, vicious freaks would come running? How utterly exhilarating!

Initially, he planned to watch the Championship Tournament with his sister before finding an excuse to enlist, shaking off Zero Ring’s harassment. Never did he expect to tangle with the Royal Pineapple, forcing him into a bio-apocalypse. With such magnificent achievements under his belt, could entrance be denied? Hahaha! This young master’s brilliance knew no bounds!!

“…”

Silence hung on the other end of the phone. Finally, the girl spoke cautiously. “Are… are you sure you want to confess? Do I need to contact an asylum?”

“I am sure! Please listen seriously. I am perfectly mentally sound! No mental disorders! Except for the occasional migraine! I have truly committed crimes! Though forced by circumstance, I am deeply ashamed and unsettled! Hence, this call! I wish to surrender! My name is Sizar! My father is the Vice Mayor of Aken City, Malunsa Empire! The Calamity of the Earth over a month ago is linked to him! Also, my grandfather is Augustine of the Silver Secret Society! He likely has connections with Your Church! Perhaps you don’t know these individuals, but no matter! Go find the highest authority in your church branch! Ask him! Whitehall is a major city in the Central Territory; it definitely hosts an Angel! You can ask it directly! Now, what follows is vital intelligence! Please remember it! Inform your superiors immediately!” Sizar proclaimed gravely.

“Mmhmm! Mmhmm!” The girl seemed utterly intimidated. Vice mayor? Calamity of the Earth? Silver Secret Society? She knew none of these… yet they sounded incredibly impressive! And an Angel? She’d seen them twice within the church—so indescribably beautiful! If this call meant another glimpse of Angel-sama… totally worth it!

“Please note! My name is Sizar! I am a student in the Plague Department of Black Molar! Due to developing a certain virus capable of demonic transformation on living beings… (some words omitted) …then… news of my virus reached the Royal Pineapple Army! Viewing it as next-gen bio-weaponry, they pursued me relentlessly! During their chase… they destroyed the vials containing the virus… triggering the outbreak! Demonic transformation manifests both within the city and the forest! An irreparable disaster unfolds! As the virus developer… I alone possess the capacity to brew a cure! Hence my surrender! I seek the Church’s help to save the innocents! Prevent the virus from grasping the hands of ambitious armies! Also—discard the Army’s pretexts! They falsely accuse me of murdering a Colonel’s son! Stealing some key? Utter nonsense! I know nothing! Do not believe them!! Oh no—someone’s approaching! Zero Ring personnel! You must rescue me at Zero Ring’s branch office! I genuinely wish to save everyone! I am good! Grant me chance to—pip-pip-pip-pip—”

Sizar’s acting was flawless! As he purposely hung up, the young girl snapped back to reality. With a jolt, she bolted towards the priest’s quarters.

“Di-sa-ster! Total di-sa-ster! Apocalypse-level emergency! Father! Quit sleeping! Our world-saving moment arrives! Let’s gather seven dragon balls! Summon Angel-sama!!!”