Moran

Gilan did not spare the Mystic Energy contained within those Cultists. He moved through the square, thick with the stench of blood, patiently corrupting every corpse into points.

Before long, the Mystery Points on the Panel read:

4567.

Ding!

At that moment, the Golden Exclamation Mark issued a notification.

Mission Complete: Rescue.

Choose Reward: Gnosis, Spirit, Minor Physical Enhancement (choose one of three).

Physical.

Gilan thought to himself.

His entire body began to grow slightly warm, but the sensation did not last long before quickly fading away.

It probably increased by less than half a percent...

He felt somewhat disappointed.

Yet when he saw that all three of his physique attributes on the Panel had increased by 1 point, he felt that perhaps he was being too greedy.

The improvement was actually far from small!

The corners of Gilan's mouth curled up.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The battle had come quickly and ended quickly, but the machine gunfire had caused quite a commotion, drawing many devils over.

At that moment, forty or fifty red-skinned devils circled above the square, each with a vicious gleam in its eyes and an ill-intentioned grin on its face.

The devils flapped their batlike wings and communicated in hushed whispers. At times, they looked toward Gilan; at others, toward the cathedral, seeming eager to make a move.

But Gilan had no patience for such trash. He summoned his cane and gave it a gentle shake.

Ding-a-ling!

"Get over here, all of you!" he sneered.

The devils immediately cried out in alarm and struggled desperately, yet under the effect of that terrifying bell chime, they were all dragged into Gilan's Mind Kingdom.

Before long.

Gilan's pockets were filled with another large handful of glass beads.