Go Eat Shit

Anderson is sweating.

"Laugh"

The sweat that had just seeped from his forehead was evaporated by the flames on his body, producing a sharp popping sound.

Centered on him, the screaming crowd scattered and fled, but after creating some distance, they mysteriously stopped, turned around, and stared at him blankly, as if a flock of Lamb had surrounded a gray wolf.

"What a misfortune!"

Anderson grinned wryly.

How could someone as intelligent as him not notice something amiss? To manipulate so many people so quietly and cause himself so much trouble is something no Low Sequence extraordinary being could do—it must be at least Sequence 4 Demigod higher than himself!

What's going on? Are High Sequence individuals so cheap now? Encountering two kings in that sea is one thing, but two on this small island at the edge of the world?

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. We can talk things out."

Anderson knew he couldn't resist, so he spread his hands, made a harmless gesture, and pleaded for peace.

Let's stall for as long as we can, wait a bit...

" --Gascoigne will realize something's wrong soon and come to your rescue, right?"

A voice came from the crowd, laughing as it added the second half of what he was thinking.

Anderson was startled, and instantly felt a chill run up his spine and down his feet, exploding in his head.

He was High Sequence extraordinary individual from the Spectator Pathway, and surprisingly—

"--They can even tell what I'm thinking?"

The voice, like a whisper from hell, rang out once more.

"Your Excellency, what exactly do you want?"

Anderson paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and said, "Making fun of me?"

When he intuitively sensed the unequal power between them, he became somewhat indifferent, seemingly emptying his mind completely and asking the question based solely on instinct.

"Of course not."

The voice said, "What interests me is your companion, [Blood Bishop] Alexander Gascoigne —don't tell me that's just a joke or a lie you made up; you can't fool me."

"Well"

Anderson couldn't help but smile wryly, never expecting that a casual remark he made would lead him into such a predicament.

What do you want?

He asked calmly.

I need your help.

"Help? You want me to coordinate an attack on Gascoigne from the inside?" Anderson said helplessly. "You might as well just kill me; we're both going to die anyway."

"Don't worry, I won't make you do those things," the man who appeared to be Demigod said with a smile. "What I need you to do is very simple: deliver this chest of Pound directly into the hands of the [Blood Bishop]."

This box of money?

Anderson was taken aback; wasn't this just an ordinary box of banknotes?

Take another look now.

The voice laughed.

Anderson looked down at the sound, opened the box, and his eyes narrowed when he saw the appearance of the coins inside.

The ten-pound notes did not depict the "Nation Builder," but rather a bizarre mask on Portrait face. The mask's mouth was wide open, reaching almost to his ears, and remained so, as if it wanted to devour everything in sight.

As Anderson watched, the masks seemed to wriggle slightly, as if they were alive.

It was eerie, Distortion, and made one feel uneasy from the bottom of their heart.

"I need you to guide the [Blood Bishop] so he can count all the banknotes."

"That's what the Demigod who didn't show himself said."

"Is it enough to just count the banknotes once?"

Anderson asked incredulously.

That's enough.

The voice chuckled, "How about that? Simple for you, isn't it? As a Hunter has experienced the 'Provoker,' you should have considerable experience manipulating human nature. Just do as I say, and I'll give you unimaginable rewards."

His voice seemed to carry an irresistible allure, echoing directly in the depths of Anderson's mind, making him Subconscious feel that this was a good deal.

Yes, as long as you agree to this harmless thing, you can gain many benefits.

"Just say 'I promise you'."

The voice continued its persuasion.

Anderson took a deep breath, grinned, and grabbed a button from his shirt. It was the only thing he had left after this expedition— Beyonder Item from the "Judge" Pathway!

Go eat shit.

He said, tearing off the button.

"Psychic abilities are forbidden here!"

Anderson shouted.

Brush!

The button instantly radiated a majestic light, and invisible rules formed within the space. He felt his Consciousness clear up considerably in an instant, no longer as powerless as before!

". very good."

The voice didn't get angry; it just gave a soft, cold laugh.

"Boom!"

An even greater pressure then formed, and the Spirituality light emanating from the button in Anderson's hand lasted only a few seconds before it began to flicker, seemingly unable to bear the weight. Without hesitation, he immediately grabbed a silver talisman from his pocket.

Try this!

He threw the silver talisman in the direction the sound came from and shouted in Ancient Hermes.

"Misfortune!"

That's a talisman created through the teachings of the "Snake of Mercury" and with the power of the Evernight Goddess; it can instantly bring misfortune upon its target!

A flash of black light streaked through the crowd, instantly creating a gap as the people, as if suddenly snapping back to reality, began screaming and fleeing. Behind the crowd, a gentleman in a tuxedo appeared, clutching his head, his face contorted in pain.

"It's you?"

Anderson recognized the man's face and realized he knew him. "Richardson?"

This is none other than the biggest businessman on Toscarter Island, the financial backer behind large, profitable establishments like casinos and the Moulin Rouge!

Despite his surprise, he didn't stop moving. Taking advantage of a slight opening in the opponent's defenses, he raised his right hand and shot a ball of flame into the air.

"Boom!"

A blazing white fireball exploded in the air, dazzlingly bright and radiating intense Spirituality energy. Anyone on the island of extraordinary ability would have noticed it!

After giving the signal, Anderson quickly bent down and fled into the distance, intending to seize the last opportunity to run as far away as possible and buy himself as much time as possible. He nimbly moved through the crowd, trying to use the commotion to conceal himself.

But just then...

"Roar--"

A deafening roar, filled with intense spiritual intimidation, instantly silenced the crowd. They stood frozen in terror, once again submitting to the control of that being.

Anderson was startled by the shout, and although he quickly regained his senses, he was delayed for a second or two and was grabbed by the people around him!