You've Been Causing Quite a Stir Lately

"Bang!"

The deafening gunshot echoed in the room. The bullet easily pierced Gabriel's chin, penetrated his skull, and only stopped after turning his soft brain into a pulp. This Seer had just been reminiscing about the bright sunshine of his Homeland, ended his life in such a tragic and swift manner.

The body fell to the ground, leaving behind a stunned Zimang Party leader, Singh.

He was confused, completely bewildered by what had happened. It was just a routine Divination, like countless Divination he'd done before. But this time, Gabriel had gone mad without warning, even committing suicide with a pistol.

How am I supposed to explain this to the ambassador?

Singh Consciousness for breath, the stench of blood and gunpowder filling his nostrils. The strong smell jolted him awake.

In short, deal with the body and the scene first.

"Someone come here."

He raised his voice and shouted, trying to call his men in to help him with the work.

But he soon hesitated again.

Is it inappropriate to let my subordinates know?

The next second, Singh suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Where are they?

He didn't need to shout; someone should have come in by now! With such a loud gunshot, are his men deaf? Couldn't they hear it?

Unless, they already have.

"Squeak--"

The door slowly opened, revealing a deeper section of the corridor where a crimson liquid seemed to be slowly flowing on the floor. In his terror, Singh saw his men standing outside, their faces blank, Door Opening, a faint golden light gleaming in their eyes. The others wore the same bewildered expressions.

His men surrounded a handsome man wearing a crimson robe.

Danger!

Singh's heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively he turned and ran, smashing through the window and onto the street.

Whether he's an ambassador or a subordinate, survival is the most important thing!

However, a deep-seated fear made his feet feel nailed to the ground, rendering him unable to move. He could only watch as the man walked in as if no one else was there, glanced around, and then fixed his gaze on Gabriel's corpse.

What happened?

The man in the red robe, Luther, asked directly.

He committed suicide.

Singh's heart tightened, and he spoke honestly.

"Suicide?"

Luther tilted his head, looking somewhat puzzled.

Just now, following the intelligence provided by Ciel, he infiltrated the Zimang Party headquarters. Although he didn't know which room the leader was in, his Shepherd instincts told him that there was a soul with Beyonder Characteristic here.

But he had barely approached, before he even entered, when he heard gunshots coming from inside.

Why did he commit suicide?

"I don't know either. Mr. Gabriel was doing Divination just now, and then..."

Singh didn't dare to hide it; he sensed a terrifying aura emanating from Luther, a kind of oppression that even the ambassador, who was said to be a powerful extraordinary being, had never given him.

Is this guy Seer?

Luther picked up the white paper on the table and couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the Divination text written in Hermes Script.

Did this mean I Divination and then experienced a shock?

Serves me right. I didn't even know how much madness I possessed. Fool, True Creator, that Phantom Tide. A Seer's rash exploration naturally yielded unbearable results. In the face of a mental breakdown, suicide was a reasonable outcome.

He looked at the Flesh corpse. Spirituality light emanated from it, eventually coalescing into a small sphere that floated in mid-air.

Sequence 9 Seer Characteristic could probably fetch around £400.

Luther reached out and picked up the small ball.

"Are you the new leader of the Zimang Party?"

He asked Singh, who was standing obediently to the side, who also exuded the aura of an extraordinary being, but not very strong, probably around Sequence 9.

"Yes."

The other man immediately replied, as if sensing Luther's danger, behaving exceptionally cooperatively, fearing that Luther might casually end his life. "My name is Singh, sir."

"You guys have been having a lot of trouble with the Lyman Gang lately."

Luther looked at him and said.

Lyman Gang?

He came in place of Ciel?!

A thunderous roar went through Singh's mind, and he seemed to understand why Gabriel had suddenly gone mad. He deeply regretted his actions; if he had known the Lyman Gang, he would never have rashly initiated the conflict.

"It was just a minor friction."

With his mind racing, the man from the Southern Continent immediately said in a tactful tone, "It's all a misunderstanding, everything is negotiable."

"Um."

Luther nodded slightly, then asked, "Are you backed by the Intis ambassador?"

". Yes."

"Return the territory you've occupied, and I'll pretend nothing happened before. Also, don't tell them about my affairs."

In order to Acting, he needs a relatively stable environment and does not plan to be too flamboyant or attract attention for the time being.

"I understand."

Singh nodded repeatedly.

I can't completely trust you.

Luther glanced at him, ran his fingers along his arm, and easily twisted off a piece of Flesh the size of a fingertip. Ignoring the new leader's grim expression, he stuffed the piece of Flesh into his mouth.

"Brush!"

He manipulated Flesh, penetrating Singh's stomach wall and writhing inside him until he reached his heart. With the slightest exertion, Singh grimaced in pain from the torment in his heart.

"If you reveal anything you shouldn't say, I'll crush your heart."

His Psychological Suggestion wasn't strong enough and had little effect on extraordinary individuals, so he simply used Flesh and Blood Magic to threaten them.

It seems that Ms. M threatened Cecilia and me in the same way back then.

Luther was momentarily dazed.

"I won't tell."

With his life in Luther's hands, Singh had no choice but to force a smile and say something, unable to resist.

No, Cecilia and I aren't gangsters, and we haven't done anything wrong.

Luther glanced at the other man, then, with his Beyonder Characteristic Seer's aura, left the room, leaving Singh and the dead Gabriel to continue agonizing over how to dispose of the body and how to face the ambassador.

After leaving the scene, Luther returned to his residence.

The Zimang Party issue was easily resolved, and the Flock were thus able to find a place to settle, which greatly helped his Acting. The next step was to consider continuing missionary work.

First, he needs a Holy Bible.

The other Seven Gods all seem to possess such a thing; if you don't have it yourself, you'll easily expose your ignorance.

It's so annoying.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out paper and pen. The homeless people he was helping would never know that this seemingly devout Missionary was only now beginning to forge Holy Bible.

In short, let's start by making up some creation stories or something.

After struggling for a long time, Luther finally managed to write the first line of text on the blank paper.

The plot has been a bit slow in the last few chapters, and there hasn't been enough conflict, but it will pick up speed soon.