When he first entered the garden area, Joshua's eyes were greeted by bright light and turquoise grass.

Artificial light poured from the translucent glass dome, and he sensed the fresh air and ethereal music, and the joyful singing of children coming from ahead.

Taking a step forward, he smelled the aroma of milk and honey, the sweetness of the fruit wafting in the breeze, and looked up to see that there were flowers blooming on the grass, colors were blooming, fruit trees were scattered and scattered, and the fragrance of ripeness came from the fruits of all colors.

Everything was so beautiful, it was like heaven.

But none of this was Joshua's concern...... The warrior's gaze condensed, he saw many, but few, and he saw a group of children singing softly in the middle of the garden, led by several soul golems, and he saw something that made him dumbfounded.

What Joshua saw was bone and skin.

It's bones. Joshua took a step forward from the puppet's body, stepping from the white tile avenue into the green meadow, denting the earth, and looking around the entire surrounding half of the garden area: the snow-white building surface, paved with bone powder tiles, the artificial lamps hanging from the dome were completely modified from human skulls, the benches placed in the corners of the garden area were made of tibia and thigh bones, and the artificial hill in the fountain not far away was made of countless bones.

At this time, the children singing in the center of this beautiful garden were holding simple musical instruments, and they were singing under the guidance of the three soul golems, chanting simple and beautiful songs, but strangely enough, these children and puppets were not affected by the slightest bit of Joshua's previous battle, and the huge explosion could not even distract them from the slightest energy, and the warriors could only tell at a glance what the instruments in the hands of those children were made of.

That's bone and skin.

A girl of about seven or eight years old smiled, holding a small double-sided drum in her hand, which she flapped rhythmically under the guidance of the soul puppet, and the girl sang an innocent ballad, and the body of the small double-sided drum was cut and shaped by the skulls of two children about her age, and then covered with a layer of human skin. A boy of about twelve years old sitting next to the girl played a simple six-hole bony piccolo, the material of which no one knew from which victim, but the melodious sound of the flute obscured it all.

"La-la-la-la...... Let's continue this dream, tomorrow will come, and continue to sing the melody......"

Pleasant children's voices and crisp music lingered around the sonic receivers, and Joshua didn't look or listen any further, for he found something even more bizarre: just on the side of the garden, on the left side of the maintenance and medical areas, a building made of alternating human bones and rocks was under construction, its structure was roughly erected, half of the outer layer had been plastered with cement, and a small part of the bone powder tiles had been laid - and when the warrior really looked closely, he found that the huge dome that hung over the entire garden area, The material is also very familiar.

Joshua lowered his head in silence as he looked back at the group of Sibeya children who were singing and playing, still playing merrily under the guidance of the spirit puppets, holding bony and leather instruments and toys in their hands. And there is no doubt that these things come from their own kind.

Children won't care about that, they won't know if these things are made by the flesh of their parents and siblings...... Because they don't understand anything, they don't know anything.

Until now, neither the three soul puppets nor the Siboya children paid any attention to the explosion and Joshua next to them, even if the warrior was striding closer to them - until Joshua was already standing in front of him, the three puppets who were constantly guiding the children through sound and hand and foot movements turned their heads and made some kind of unusually gentle sound.

"No. Snova-21 Reaper, this is not a duty area."

"No. Snova-21 Reaper, go to the sixth repair block for repair."

"No. Snova-21 Harvest, go to the line of defense of the breeding area for combat."

Emotional, extremely beautiful, magnetic voices emanated from the three apparently specially crafted soul golem speakers, and they spoke to Joshua almost simultaneously, repeating his mission. The warrior was silent, first glancing at the Sibeya boy who was still playing and singing a few meters away, and did not react to the arrival of his behemoth, and then stretched out his hand bluntly.

Click, click, click.

With three crisp sounds in succession, Joshua with a force of at least ten times more than these puppets crushed and pulled out the heads of these three soul puppets with no combat power, and along the line, he directly destroyed their soul cores, and set these souls who had been enslaved for an unknown amount of time to freedom.

At the same time, the music stopped.

After destroying the three puppets, Joshua looked at the group of children...... Let's call it a child, the warrior stared at these Sibeya intelligent life hatchlings, his mechanized gaze was only a pure red flash, but the unique frequency represented Joshua's complex mind at this time.

After losing the guidance of the soul puppet, the light in the eyes of all the children dimmed, originally, although their movements were stiff, even if they were playing, they looked like puppets, but the light in their eyes at least made them look like a life. But now, all the children have stopped playing their instruments, clapping their hands, and not playing. The singing was suddenly interrupted, the jumping suddenly fell to the ground, and everyone lay down in unison, or lying on the grass, as if the power had been cut off, and they stopped numbly in place, without the slightest anger.

Some of the children who had been singing were still spitting out the lyrics intermittently, but everything became incoherent, as if there had been a program error.

"Lalala...... Repeated ...... in the future Time pushes ...... Tomorrow...... Yesterday...... La, la, la......"

Like a machine that reports errors, these children gradually stop making noises in the end, and only sporadic single sounds of 'babbling', 'ya' and 'la' come out of their open mouths, just like simple vocal cord vibrations, without the slightest meaning.

This kind of life...... It's not alive at all.

It was only the first moment he observed this scene that Joshua roughly understood the current situation. The mechanical body couldn't sigh, but Joshua's spirit still took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, he originally thought that this place might just be a mechanized soul factory, but he didn't expect that these puppets, or rather, the existence behind the puppets, were so thorough.

"The ...... of the ridiculous world"

A whispered voice slowly echoed through the garden area, and the warrior shook his head, and he could see that most of the decorations in the garden area and the other sections were made of human skin and bone, and they were white in texture, perfectly shaped and unmisshaped, as if they had been carefully selected...... It was only now that Joshua belatedly realized why the garden was called a 'breeding area', and what was the so-called 'offering'.

What else is there to breed besides plant things? Of course it's people...... In this world that seems to have experienced the end of the world, and the whole world is barren, what do human beings have to do but raise human beings? Looking at the number of bones and human skins, how staggering, it is like the ears of grain that are harvested in autumn - perhaps, in the eyes of those behind the manipulators, the essence of human beings in the breeding area is the same as grass and trees, no different from barley, wheat and rice, and they are all sustainable resources that will grow again after being harvested.

Stepping forward, Joshua came to a blank child, a boy of about thirteen years of age, dressed in a simple gray-and-white children's suit, his eyes dark, and he was not conscious. He was just breathing, staying alive, and his body didn't mean to move at all, even if Joshua raised his index finger and pointed it at the door of his head.

Silver mixed with purple and blue light flashed.

Joshua used the power of the shards of steel to probe the child's soul, but all he saw was an empty patch - nothing, everything was blank, there seemed to be something wrong with the child's brain and soul structure, the memory seemed to him to be only seven seconds, as long as it was more than seven seconds, everything would be forgotten by him, and he would return to a flawless blank slate.

Nothing is known about the blank paper.

Ignorant of good and evil, good and bad, without wisdom, without will, without nature, without courage, without faith. There is no despair in nothingness, there is no hope in nature, in this soul deprived of imagination, association, and even all enlightenment knowledge, Joshua could not find anything, he stood up wordlessly, and looked down at the group of children lying on his stomach below, he wanted to feel a little sympathy and anger, but the warrior's reason did not feel that these 'things' were life.

What is the difference between a Sibeja child who has no self-will, and who has a soul and a body, and who is like a broken doll, and a real puppet and puppet? They are just succulent crops, seedlings waiting to be harvested.

In myths and legends, Adam and Eve walked in the Garden of Eden, they did not know good, evil and shame, they lived happily under the guidance of God, they did not know anything, they did not understand anything, so they enjoyed the happiness called ignorance. But the serpent tempted them to eat of the fruit of the tree of wisdom, and their happiness was shattered, and they were exiled from Eden.

Now, everything in the garden area came together, reminding Joshua of the myths of his past life, and he looked at the remains of the puppets that were still vibrating in front of him, bleeding out of oil and fragments of parts, and the groups of Siboya children who had fallen to the ground, and the iron heart of the warrior who had gone through thousands of battles trembled slightly.

If we say, the happiness of ignorance is Eden.

Well, this is the worst of Edens.