As the Villain, I Have a Persuasion System Chapter 232 : Investigating Five-Color Narcissus Pharmaceuti

Before everyone could anxiously press for details, the silver-haired girl imdiately added: "Though we won the recovery battle, polluted energy imprisoned in Fallen Zone still escapes into the atmosphere. After lurking for so ti, complications will frequently occur, ultimately causing pandemics."

"That's not all—when fairies descend, it'll be another round of infection factor activation. Then more people will be infected, like reaching long-distance airborne transmission."

Simply put, unstoppable.

"Right, my divination results are the sa. How do you always beat to it?" Hydrangea said with a complex expression.

"It's fine, adapt. I gave up training divination abilities long ago since it's not the main usage. At least you still have healing abilities." Seeing this, Jin Ruochu empathetically patted the forr's shoulder.

Besides the gambler and optimist duo, no one was in good spirits. The eting was filled with tension.

Not one low-tier Magical Girl present—all had so awareness, very sensitive to magic concentration increases, just being explicitly told still couldn't avoid emotion.

The familiar world order was destined never to return.

Hibiscus comforted: "Though we can't prevent it, at least we can reduce intensity—don't let so many people die. I have pharmaceutical improvent plans here."

While speaking, she produced a note filled with next-version specific dicine manufacturing thods.

Originally the system based so-called healing technique knowledge as one-ti solution—as long as her strength improved, she could completely figure out corresponding pharmaceuticals, making efficacy steadily rise to handle epidemic disease mutation situations. Moreover, Salvation Church's own magical knowledge talent reserves had increased, allowing further improvents. Afterward, minor modifications plus so nutritional liquids would be several version updates.

Besides, pharmaceutical companies weren't tech companies with yearly product changes—just needed adapting to current symptoms. As long as epidemic diseases didn't iterate frantically, it was changing soup without changing dicine.

Chief Operating Officer Jin Ruochu received the note and nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'll handle production—first stockpile as much as possible, then sufficient to support hospitals worldwide."

"Best to expand several more production lines."

"Of course."

The dialogue context between the pink-haired girl and Hibiscus would count as major strategic decisions in any company, not to ntion advance stockpiling such risky moves. But specific dicine costs were too low, plus low pricing everyone could afford—pure volu sales. So companies didn't care about re loss risks.

Step back—actually besides surface manufacturing giant pharmaceutical and electronics companies, true shareholding parent companies began turning toward financial capital.

Whatever made money fast, they did—great way simplicity principle. Precisely financial gas' terrifying money-making efficiency forcibly supported Salvation Church's amazing expenses—profiting ten thousand fold. Not to ntion executives averaging trillions in debt—even with repaynt ability, they'd increasingly owe more, leveraging up.

"Handling company matters, I felt we were really playing big." Nan Zhiyi said faintly: "When Hibiscus used gambling funds as registered capital, I was stunned."

"What's the big deal? This is all part of marketing." Jin Ruochu shrugged indifferently.

"So identity secrets must be protected, preventing Holy Relic investigations. Otherwise, if our debt holes explode, at worst we'll rob—causing market tremors would be troubleso."

"Anyway, don't expect the Church to suffer losses."

Holy City Association investigating Changfeng Group was dangerous not only for personal safety but threatened Magical Girls' money printing machines.

Blocking people's wealth like killing their parents—this matter couldn't be left unsettled.

Suddenly Elsa's voice ca from the TV screen: "Senior Hyacinth, currently large-scale recruiting awakened ones and interfacing Ranger mbers very easily exposes Salvation Church headquarters intelligence. Should we delay?"

"No. Can people stop blood-making functions because of temporary threats? Continue maintaining—we not only won't hide but will put it on the table, letting Managent Bureau handle it."

"...You an using Managent Bureau na operations to temporarily isolate information from the Church?"

"Exactly."

Getting Hibiscus's confirmation, Elsa showed joy but suddenly restrained herself, seeing Nan Zhiyi's slightly sharp gaze and imdiately stating:

"Unfortunately they're all coming for Senior Hyacinth's reputation, hoping for audiences. Not getting news is truly regrettable."

"Don't worry, during this ti I'll frequently visit Glacier Island headquarters to advertise for you—also covering actions against the Association."

"We await orders anyti."

Full authority over recruitnt counted as very significant power in any organization—extrely sensitive for the essentially military Church. Thanks to political family training, the mont Elsa received Hibiscus's authorization, she understood the stakes involved—just deliberately ignored it. When Nan Zhiyi reminded her, she imdiately ended playing dumb and responded solemnly. Everyone ca for the Hyacinth banner—nothing to do with .

The silver-haired girl smiled aningfully, also pushing the shoulder of her glaring childhood friend beside her. The atmosphere eased.

Everyone could see subtle changes but didn't take them to heart. After all, the person herself didn't mind—getting statents settled it. The strongest Magical Girl didn't care about red tape.

"Next is the final and most important task—investigating South Africa."

As soon as she finished, Jin Yulu volunteered to step forward: "I have infiltration abilities I want to test—perfect for taking a look."

" too."

Following closely was Tulip—the human-form super radar was naturally suited for missions too. The two cooperating could handle any unexpected situations, trusting strongest magic users' adaptability.

"Focus on catastrophic Disaster Beast remains. Intelligence indicates it's undergoing relicization, but specific details are blocked by Knowledge Poison—need personal confirmation."

"You've done enough. Leave the rest to Tulip and ."

"In that case, remaining people can act normally—whether on Hermit Island or Ningfeng Harbor, but maintain contact." The silver-haired girl looked around and nodded: "Then eting adjourned."

Hearing this, everyone departed separately.

Nan Zhiyi and Jin Ruochu, responsible for company affairs, left first. With new epidemic waves imminent, both forr patients naturally understood urgency.

Magical Girls Protea and Tulip began discussing infiltration plans.

Ranger mbers also had tasks—like Hydrangea having to care for Wisteria, who'd been drowsily sleeping since earlier. The latter might accidentally deploy realms causing disturbances if not careful—must help her adapt to Hermit Island's unfamiliar environnt.

As for Kale, she hurried off—not only Ningfeng Harbor night battle aftermath needed handling, but also cutting ties with Holy City Association.

She would serve as fire-attracting point during the upcoming period, taunting and dispersing enemy attention.

Seeing this, Hibiscus said goodbye and ended remote video calls.

What followed would be leisure before battle.

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Cape of Good Hope, South Africa.

A luxury yacht sailed from the south, still bearing traces of frost that peeled away layer by layer as it advanced. It cut through waves with unceasing tidal sounds, startling distant Disaster Beasts into roars.

"Quiet down." Chariot at the bow removed windproof goggles while releasing magic power along his gaze.

Boom! The target exploded into bloody mist.

Simple bombardnt magic was already perfected for him—no less than laser bombing. re wandering common-type Disaster Beasts were instantly handled.

They were just remnant parties. As long as they didn't actively attack ships or show clustering signs, military didn't much care, because this sea area continuously attracted Disaster Beasts or produced abnormal infected entities under catastrophic Disaster Beast aura influence—impossible to kill completely.

Of course, imaginably local economic activities were further affected. Once decent land in Africa was now deserted, producing apocalyptic ruin feelings.

To the outside world, the war with Crimson Tsunami was a great victory, but experiencing battlefield ruins personally, everyone had only one thought:

Nobody won.

"Long ti no see—you're still quite lively."

A man wrapped entirely in black clothes wearing skull-painted masks walked from shore docks. Rather than serious military identity, he looked more like Halloween costu—forming sharp contrast with surrounding ard troops, like a holiday tourist suddenly intruding into military restricted areas.

The most vigorous ancient Holy Relic, Death God, born from catastrophic Disaster Beast-related relics.

Due to insufficient experience, his Knowledge Poison control wasn't complete yet—escaping pressure was extrely polluting, comparable to mobile human nuclear radiation.

Since appearing, he'd never left his guarded South African theater, dutifully performing duties. Of course, this didn't prevent him from leaning toward Holy City Association positions. Young Death God didn't want to beco inhuman due to premature erosion—pursuing longevity was still reliable.

"Antarctica is warr than before."

Chariot pointed at the horizon behind him while lightly jumping ashore.

"...So how did your talk with Snow Maiden go? Can she represent Relic Treasury's position on the Association's side?"

"She promised absolute non-interference. Beyond that, any requests she said to consider, also brought up responsibility for Fallen Zone encirclent to block my mouth." Chariot lit Cuban cigars, inhaling and exhaling clouds: "Antarctic attitude is wait and see."

"Not smooth."

"There's good news: Miss Ghost from rcenary Alliance was won over. You didn't know? She's always been the ancient Holy Relic behind Bull."

Death God's body stiffened, obviously stunned, then imdiately understood the opponent only released one relic for activity while the true main body slept.

Codenad Holy Relic, she was called Evil Spirit, capable of arbitrary passage between entities. Full ancient Holy Relic form called Ghost could release ntal power bodies under her exclusive abilities—called souls but actually extracted ntal power along with life force, quite troubleso. Of course, also skilled in legion warfare, anti-infiltration, ntal resistance, filling current combat power functional gaps.

Originally this person led rcenary Alliance assassination squads as codena Holy Relic—now returning to the Association.

From another angle, this pressured Bull's forces.

They could see official factions leaning toward watching from sidelines, waiting for results, little knowing they were always chess pieces without say.

Besides, Holy City Association didn't intend fighting Salvation Church to death—fairies mattered.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder toward distant giant skeleton lands. From shallow waters, it clearly resembled mountains—even after years of catastrophic Disaster Beast death, its majestic form still shocked countless creatures.

It was so large that passing migratory birds had to rest on skeletons for direction before flying away.

"How's Pharmacist's side?"

Chariot shook his head: "Not optimistic—can't win her over anymore. She's busy condemning us, and due to her operations, Pacific Theater completely stays put without participating. Of course, there are also Fallen Zone reasons."

"Once I respected her as a senior—single-handedly maintaining half the Pacific Theater worthy of being called hero. Now we must part ways."

Death God's tone was full of regret but the latter half grew increasingly cold.

"Rich human feelings—quite nice. Compared to you, I've long been numb. Whether partings, betrayals, or feuds don't matter anymore—passing clouds."

"Any more news?"

"...Look at this intelligence." Chariot handed over thick stacks of materials.

The title read "Salvation Church Top Secret Report" including latest movents: once-sealed Managent Bureau pushed to the forefront actively, responsible person Magical Girl Chrysanthemum—forr idol star Elsa—began recruitnt activities. According to previously signed "Church Rights Law", it also covered this institution. New Magical Girl information wasn't disclosed, but actions attracted all parties' attention.

So comntators believed this move responded to and countered Ningfeng Harbor incidents, reflecting the organization's strategic adjustnts.

Any point confird: Magical Girl Organizations weren't intimidated by these threats. Obviously they continued eating and drinking, pursuing their missions, not even glancing at possible Church-directed Ningfeng Harbor accusations.

Fundantally, everyone knew two groups fought in Ningfeng Harbor, yet no one dared expose it, so strictly speaking, no litigation voices existed.

Conventional political struggle ans superpowers had tried long ago.

Useless.

Salvation Church, wielding various strange magics, had extrely strong pressure resistance. Since debut, what thods hadn't they endured? All withstood, and as long as they didn't die, they'd definitely counterattack revenge—especially invincible in public opinion battlegrounds. So no one would provoke them—over ti delays accumulated.

Both involved organizations tacitly understood Ningfeng Harbor that night's events—naturally heat subsided.

"We're not afraid of these little girls." Death God snorted coldly: "Just adults busy with other matters too lazy to deal with them. After capturing fairies, we'll arrest them."

"Right, according to prophecy twin books divination, there are already clues—see next page."

What t his eyes was a relationship diagram about Jin Changfeng, including 18 generations of ancestors all investigated. More importantly, all current profit-related relatives and friends woven into charts...

Careful observation revealed second-level divergent networks almost entirely ca from his biological daughter Jin Ruochu.

This young miss had considerable achievents!

Speaking of the undisputed world's number one pharmaceutical enterprise Five-Color Narcissus, everyone knew its na. Being able to serve as founder, original shareholder, and chief operating officer could be called genius—hard to convince without connections. But her interpersonal relationships were a complete ss, the drawn logical diagram was unsightly.

Too chaotic.

So chaotic that being unconventional began standing out. Obviously the high-level group relationship network of Five-Color Narcissus diverging from Jin Ruochu had problems!

Chariot said faintly: "This is the breakthrough point."

"Since we've confird Five-Color Narcissus Company is suspicious, investigate to the end. Could they be stronger than the military?" Death God looked disdainful.

"The more we advance investigations, the more unexpected accidents occur, always interrupting inexplicably, as if we can never approach the truth."

Speaking of this, Chariot also clicked his tongue because it was too bizarre. Yet no traces of human interference could be found—just trivial matters like lost files, personnel negligence, transportation losses. Should they conduct comprehensive counterintelligence? Unrealistic.

Strange was right.

At least Holy City Association had investigated to Five-Color Narcissus Company level.

"How about finding so pretext—economic problems or sothing—then arrest them all for interrogation?"

"...You're a bit too extre." Chariot added: "Do you think I made so many magical array preparations to deal with fairy magic for nothing? They're very fragile—causing trouble could ruin everything."

"Causing trouble? Won't be afraid just because they're dicine sellers, right? The world keeps turning without anyone."

"I'm afraid Five-Color Narcissus really would collapse without founders. If specific dicine markets crash, we'd face worldwide enemies—probably not worth the loss."

"Not necessarily."

"From another angle, thinking worst case—if these people are indeed Church mbers, what do you do? Fight on the spot?"

Holy City Association's intelligence network spread worldwide, completely clear about Fallen Zone events. Obviously Magical Girls had unknowingly grown into a force not to be underestimated—challengers in position to compete for second, aiming for hegemony. Especially their leader, strongest Magical Girl Hyacinth, whose ti abilities were world-famous. Even the King expressed wariness, telling the organization not to easily wage war.

The Magical Girls' largest organization was also quite united, not even leaving space for divide-and-conquer tactics—solid as iron, unbreakable, with outstanding military achievents so far.

Putting oneself in their position, if Holy Relic teams definitely couldn't accomplish "risking everyone's lives to battle entire deep Fallen Zone just to save one not-yet-joined mber"—young and hot-blooded enough.

Yet they won, even the ergent intelligent subspecies perished in the South Pacific.

re gangs talking loyalty would be laughable, but several human nuclear bombs united in righteousness was terrifying.

Ancient Holy Relics' average age was high—evaluating an organization's formidability always looked at one point:

Adversity performance.

Favorable winds could win with a dog commanding—key was daring to draw swords against stronger opponents? Daring to kill into encirclents for one comrade? Daring to fight alone across thousands of miles?

Magical Girls had experienced all above events.

Even if initially all were novices, such tempering would produce outstanding cohesion.

Chariot said coldly: "Salvation Church defeated too many high-pressure environnts—half were victories against stronger opponents. Aurora, Black Tide, Ice Flower and four Hegemons, plus that Obsidian all beca their stepping stones. Death God, if you want to eliminate this organization, better prepare more."

"Is it necessary?"

"Those defeated prepared troops for human armies, yet were individually handled by the Church. Isn't that worth referencing?"

"You're right. Fine, currently maintain pressure on the Church."

While talking, they entered the main base where fishy odors assaulted them, Knowledge Poison was dense, surrounding fusion warrior-level forces all had to wear protective suits.

Rather than military encampnt, this was more like guarding tombs—the target being massive catastrophic Disaster Beast skeletons.

Its majestic form still seed narrating past terrors. This giant whale set out from Antarctica, forcibly breaking through the Cape of Good Hope into South Africa, once extending power to Congo forests. Its substantial magic beca blood pools washing several countries, flooding surfaces, nurturing countless man-eating plants causing nurous secondary traumas...

Beneath their feet was wasteland.

Beside the remains were two casually dressed won looking out of place—the forr was pale-faced in black dress Ghost, the latter a black-haired woman with a beauty mark.

"Let introduce—this is South African theater's codenad Holy Relic Spellcaster, our technique expert, responsible for suppressing pollution."

Chariot waved greetings while quietly asking: "Is she involved in fairy affairs?"

"That's absolutely classified."

"Hello, Miss Spellcaster, thank you for your hard work."

The other slightly nodded then retreated to corners, appearing shy—probably awed by pressure. Returning from the moon, he hadn't adapted to suppressing magic power, so easily made people tense.

The remaining one needed no greetings—everyone knew complete form Ghost was much colder than Evil Spirit, reportedly with eroded ntality.

Additionally, there were 2 codenad Holy Relics and 7 fusion Holy Relics, everyone mainly preparing one barrier relic.

Lonely Island Cage.

Nad because it was ultimately discovered in ocean depths, shaped like whirlpools even causing spatial confinent effects—ships couldn't sail in, islands inside were similarly completely isolated. It even housed primitive tribes living in complete isolation for millennia. Later, through Holy City Association dispatching personnel for series of technique analyses, it was finally cracked, ultimately obtaining a golden birdcage.

In a sense, Lonely Island Cage counted as extrely rare spatial relics, having participated in besieging catastrophic Disaster Beasts to control battlefields from spreading.

However, these years all glory was stolen by Hermit Island's controlled spatial relic.

Long-distance teleportation jumps were indeed very convenient. Throughout the vast Relic Treasury, sa-attribute ones could be found but absolutely none with sa functionality—not even lower substitutes existed.

But currently sufficient.

After discussing with contacts, Chariot and Death God ca to the reception room.

The dignified highest-ranking officer's room had no extra decorations either, showing the theater's modest conditions—almost everything used for resisting Disaster Beast remains and facing attracted monster legions.

"How is it? My place isn't bad, right?"

"..ing here isn't the point. I'm just confirming whether this fossil can be useful?"

"Of course. My relic plus years of buried control techniques—activation's no problem. That intense Knowledge Poison is most suitable against fairies."

Pure magic creatures plus natural elents equaled fairies, so they were more sensitive to toxicity than humans and Disaster Beasts with flesh—counting as weaknesses. They wouldn't fear living catastrophic Disaster Beasts because they'd already recognized them, but dead ones still active and relicized was another matter.

Long silence.

After deliberation, Chariot finally spoke: "According to prophecy twin books guidance, targets are in Congo tropical rainforests."

"Why do they all cluster in strange places?" Death God scratched his head in distress: "You know how troubleso activity there is—heavy equipnt's hard to deploy, leaving only long-range fire support delivery."

"Then we must manage."