novelinnhs Chapter 41 is boring, filled with screams.
Chapter 41 is boring, filled with screams.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Loli Island, Shota Island, or should I call you Gundam Tasting Island?"
In the realm of gods, Luo Huan lay in the void, swinging an ice cream cone.
After watching through the bead as these seemingly respectable people performed ghoul-like acts with utter disdain, he muttered...
"Do you remember what that line was about?"
"Oh, most things about humanity are related to sex, but sex is the only thing that isn't related to sex; it's only related to power."
She tilted her head, her long hair spreading out in the void.
"Now we can change that. That is, segregation of classes and such is all like this, not for pleasure, but for the display of power."
She laughed a few times, her voice echoing in the vast divine realm.
"Life is like prison, life is like prison~"
Luo Huan curled the ends of her hair and grinned in an exaggerated smile.
"But isn't this just too boring, it's always the same thing?"
After all, isn't the story development too boring?
……
After Luke finished speaking, there was a restrained silence in the banquet hall.
Some are even preparing to continue the fight for power.
They did not show any obvious surprise or doubt about Luke's statement.
Most people even wore polite but distant smiles.
Who doesn't support one or two small churches?
What "gift"? What "son of God"? Who hasn't been one?
Those present either held the titles of "prophet," "saint," or "god's spokesperson" within their own sponsored religious groups.
They either control at least one 502 through a family foundation.
What remains are the more direct participants: the doctrine itself.
"So, does he have some kind of special gift?"
But everyone's eyes were still fixed on Luke.
Or rather, Lucien.
I want to see if it's really true.
Because they truly believe it.
If one does not believe, one will not spend hundreds of billions of dollars on charity to atone for the sinful nature of one's capitalism.
If one did not believe, one would not have requested in their will that their body be soaked in specially made holy oil to await the "Day of Resurrection".
If they didn't believe, they wouldn't have built an altar on their private island that conformed to the descriptions in the Book of Revelation, and performed various Gundam-like feats.
They are essentially a typical religious group.
Lucien stood beside Luke, feeling the gazes directed at him.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at them with a hint of disdain.
Those who possess the most material wealth and power have absolutely no trust in one another.
The method of exchanging words using the character "州" (zhou) is, well, we delve deeper into each other's contexts.
Both men and women have something on each other.
The sins of eating Gundam.
In Lucien's view, this doesn't even qualify as a sin.
It's just a very primitive way of trading:
We ate communion together, so we will not betray each other for the time being.
We went deep into each other's hearts at the altar, and so we shared a secret.
Really.
"How boring."
Lucien took a deep breath, suppressing the weariness churning in his chest.
His original plan was to get these people hyped up and use their influence to advance himself to the Bronze level.
This ensures a stable success rate.
But now he has changed his mind.
This primitive game is not fun at all.
He raised his right hand, extending his index finger.
[Threshold Breaker] activated.
There was no light, no sound.
But Jack Bush, who was standing three steps to Lucien's left, suddenly froze.
The 74-year-old oil heir let out a short gasp, as if someone were choking him.
Then he fell straight backward, his head hitting the marble floor with a dull thud.
His face turned deathly pale the moment he fell to the ground, his eyes rolled upwards, leaving only the whites of his eyes visible.
My limbs began to twitch irregularly, as if I were experiencing an invisible electric shock.
White foam spilled from the corners of his mouth, mixed with the champagne he had just drunk.
The private doctor standing nearby immediately stepped forward and pressed his fingers against Jack's carotid artery.
Lucien's index finger turned toward him.
The doctor was also stunned.
His expression shifted from professional composure to pure fear in a fraction of a second, his pupils dilating to their limit.
"Aaaaaah!"
He opened his mouth and let out a scream, then collapsed onto the floor, curling up and clutching his head as if to defend against some unseen attack.
One, two, three.
Lucien's fingers moved like a conductor's baton.
With each light tap, one person falls to the ground.
Screams began to rise, not cries of pain, but the sounds of someone seeing something terrifying.
The sounds rose and fell, like some kind of beautiful symphony.
Security personnel rushed in from outside the banquet hall.
They were originally stationed at various exits to ensure the safety of the interior, but they didn't really care about the screams caused by the SM games inside.
But among those screams were familiar voices—the inheritors of various families, and in large groups at that.
We shouldn't have gone to such lengths.
The leader of the men in black saw Lucien extend his finger and point at a woman from the DuPont family.
The woman clutched her chest, slumped back into her chair, and sobbed uncontrollably with wide eyes.
Security did not hesitate.
He pulled the Glock 19 from its holster under his arm, gripped it with both hands, and assumed the standard isosceles triangle shooting stance.
boom! boom! boom!
The three shots, each nine millimeters long, were delivered in a very standard American Iaijutsu style.
Two shots to the chest and one to the head—even a god would shake his head!
"impossible……"
But the next moment, even the security guards had doubts about themselves.
Because Lucien dodged all three shots, which were clearly very accurate, with very small movements!
I admire this poet!
However, instead of remaining shocked, he immediately resorted to American tradition and emptied the magazine!
But Lucien casually turned his head and looked at the security guard.
The bullets just missed completely, like they were on auto-draw!
The security guard's finger was still on the trigger.
With a single finger from Lucien, the invincible security detail fell.
Glock slipped from his grasp and bounced on the ground.
Meanwhile, the other security personnel also realized what was happening and tried to empty the magazines.
Unfortunately, they rose, and then they all fell.
The entire banquet hall fell silent for a moment.
Less than half of the people were still standing.
The others either lay on the ground convulsing or slumped in their chairs, their eyes unfocused and drool uncontrollably dripping from the corners of their mouths.
"They're just a few broken pistols, nothing difficult."
Relying on his powerful body, which is almost at the bronze level, as long as it's not bombed, he can take down the enemy.
He had to dodge these slow-firing pistols with ease.
Lucien lowered his hand.
"Alright, the bored people are done. Now,..."
He spoke, his voice crystal clear in the silent hall.
"We can talk about something interesting now."
Within the divine realm, Luo Huan rested her chin on her hand, her eyes shining.
"That's more like it," she said softly. "Let's see how far you can take this game."