When Osborn and the others returned to reality, they found themselves outside the church.
Though it could be forcibly explained as an ability, they all knew deep down that Gwen might have been telling the truth.
"God... how could that be real?" someone said stiffly.
But no one echoed him. At the very least, the various miracles Gwen had displayed filled them with dread.
Even if gods were fake, what difference was there between someone with such power and a god to them?
Osborn remained silent. He felt that Gwen was telling the truth.
There was no other reason. It was simply intuition.
"Come on. Let's go back and see General Fissman."
As the only Mixed-Blood Scalekin who had interacted with Gwen extensively, Fissman definitely knew some inside information. Otherwise, Gwen would not have specifically mentioned him.
It had to be said that Osborn's instincts were exceptionally sharp.
When they hurried back and met Fissman, they found him leisurely reading a book.
They had all overlooked Fissman before. After all, there was no need to pay too much attention to someone whose political career had already been sentenced to death.
But now Osborn realized he had been wrong. Thinking conspiratorially, why had Fissman suddenly gone mad and carried out a massacre? And why was he so calm about it?
Considering who had benefited from this incident, it was difficult not to suspect a conspiracy.
Of course, Osborn still had his doubts. He felt that Gwen would disdain using such methods.
He believed Fissman could provide answers to all these questions, if he was willing.
"General Fissman, apologies for disturbing you."
Osborn and the others sat down in front of Fissman one after another.
Fissman continued reading leisurely and did not respond at once, as though he were completely engrossed in