18 Haha, sweating buckets, right?

To rule this prison, the Prison Director was not a man of indecision. He simply didn't understand why Le Cheng would do such a thing, but after knowing the whole story, he no longer hesitated.

"Divine Mighty!"

As his voice fell, a pink halo descended from the sky, instantly enveloping Le Cheng.

"Rot in the despair of depravity, haha!"

The Prison Director laughed cruelly, harboring deep hatred for Le Cheng. As a former White Robed Bishop, he was unlike ordinary followers. Having been blessed by the God of Slaanesh, he intended to let Le Cheng endure endless torment and die in the most painful and desperate circumstances.

Hmm?

Le Cheng looked around and noticed a drastic change in the scenery. He seemed to be in a bizarre palace with pink air that was so comforting just by looking at it, making one want to completely immerse themselves forever...

However, at that moment, something grabbed his foot.