"Michael isn’t your friend, so I’ll relay the ssage for you."
Hoenhem said, "The situation with the Sibi King is very serious, even He isn’t completely confident and needs to gather helpers.
This ti He invited not just you, , Lose Control, Side Truth, but also Cold Waterstone and Su Ni Sheng.
The latter two haven’t responded yet."
Cold Waterstone is probably handling matters at the Demon Prison; I heard Bai Haozheng ntion that the situation there isn’t great recently,
while Su Ni Sheng has been missing for a long ti.
"It’s just a collective mutation, is this necessary?"
Li Ang thought for a mont and asked, "What exactly did Michael see in the Buddha Light?"
"...Buddha Country."
Hoenhem was silent for a mont, then answered, "In the Buddha Light, He saw the Pure Land Buddha Country.
The ground was spotless, the air filled with fragrance, and radiant jewels filled the sky, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.
A large number of missing persons stood on the flower-covered ground, eyes closed in contemplation, with smiles on their faces, pressing their hands together towards the Stone Cave.
Their state is similar to Petitioners in God’s Kingdom, continuously producing Power of Faith every mont.
But unlike Petitioners who are already deceased,
these missing persons are still alive, and their tabolism is slowly continuing.
If delayed, they will all die of exhaustion in Buddha Country."
Petitioners...
Li Ang squinted his eyes. The so-called Petitioners are the most devout and pure exemplary followers,
who, after death, are taken by Divine Envoys to each Deity’s God’s Kingdom for resurrection, where they are granted eternal life, accompany the gods, and provide faith.
Just like in Nordic mythology, where Valkyrie ride white horses, wearing bird wing gold helts, descend on battlefields, grant the bravely fallen warriors the last kiss, and take their souls to Valhalla Hall of the Heroes.
There, there’s an unending feast of revelry,
with endless servings of boar at, sheep’s milk, ad,
and everlasting exhilarating battles.
In the concept of mysticism, Petitioners are not only an excellent source of Power of Faith, but also a Deity’s most precious asset.
As long as God’s Kingdom exists, Petitioners can be resurrected infinitely, and the strongest Petitioners can even accompany Deities in Divine Battles.
Li Ang currently has accumulated enough followers,
but he has no clue about creating God’s Kingdom and having his own Petitioners.
Surely he wouldn’t try killing the most loyal Brain Worms to see if their souls would fly to his side, right?
"Buddha Country huh..."
Li Ang beca interested in the Sibi King’s mutation but didn’t show it, asking Hoenhem: "If left unchecked, what is the most severe scenario?"
"The most severe scenario?"
Hoenhem pondered, "Since Michael has confird that those missing are still alive,
if left alone, they cannot be saved.
Moreover, all unaffected temples around the world would be classified as potential mutation sources, and dismantling them wouldn’t help.
Countries must collectively shrink habitable land within their territories—the older and more temple-rich the city, the greater the area that needs to be reduced.
The transfer process will incur imasurable losses."
"That shouldn’t be the most severe scenario, right."
Li Ang said, "Since the Sibi King is using thods similar to Petitioners, collecting Power of Faith on a large scale,
it proves his strength in life was already infinitely close to that of a Deity, or even a genuine Deity.
Given his current aggressive, savage thods,
if he fully resurrects, he’ll be ten tis more difficult to deal with than the Desolated Lion."
"..."
Hoenhem fell into silence, recalling when the Desolated Lion absorbed just a portion of Divinity and beca powerful enough to single-handedly push everyone to the brink.
An unkind, complete Deity...
Who knows what the Sibi King would do to them, the Transcendents most likely to challenge the authority of Deities, upon his resurrection.
"Surely he won’t be harder to deal with than Su Ni Sheng’s past life in the Long Night Cos script task?"
Hoenhem smiled bitterly: "Are you going to participate?"
"I can."
Li Ang concisely said, "The compensation."
Michael and Hoenhem have official backgrounds and need to maintain social order and stability,
while Li Ang and Side Truth, who don’t rely on the real world, can be entirely self-sufficient, with no compelling reason to provide free assistance even if major disasters occur in the real world.
"Compensation can be arranged."
Hoenheim, as a representative of the Bell Tower, has certain authority himself, and imdiately promised in their friend communication, "The Global Occult Coalition is the organizing body for this operation, and they will et your demands.
Additionally, as the responsible party for causing this incident, the European Heavy Industry Group will also have to pay compensation.
You can go to Mumbai to discuss the specifics with them."
"Alright."
Li Ang hung up the call, then turned to look at Chaichai, who was sitting upright on the sofa, engrossed in studying painting.
These days the world’s attention has been focused on the mutation at Ajanta Stone Cave,
reducing the broadcasting frequency of entertainnt programs, with television densely reporting frontline developnts,
so Chaichai returned to her mundane daily life.
She doesn’t need to sleep, can eat, drink, and play twenty-four hours a day, and has already exhausted video gas,
recently becoming obsessed with so miscellaneous hobbies,
such as literary creation, cooking, origami, paper cutting, gardening, and pet raising.
Unfortunately, she has long forgotten her noble lady literary accomplishnts from her past life, can no longer compose poetry, songs, or writings,
and after much hard work, can only produce a few lines like "Grilled chicken wings, my favorite food," "This hot weather feels like flat soda,"
or a breathtaking acrostic poem "This is an Acrostic Poem":
This is an Acrostic Poem
Is an Acrostic Poem
An Acrostic Poem
Acrostic Poem
Acrostic Poem
Poem
Poem.
Yes, truly breathtaking.
Fortunately, Chaichai writes purely for herself, without intention to publish anything—with her identity, publishing a book is no problem; if necessary, Liu Wu Dai could buy several newspapers, magazine publishers, and give them to Chaichai,
allowing Miss Chai Cuiqiao to win a poetry award at the first Chai Cuiqiao Magazine Youth Literature Award,
emulating when Li Ang’s essay "My District Chief Father" won the first prize in the district essay competition.
Besides literary creation, Chaichai’s other hobbies are mostly short-lived,
she even managed to kill the flowers she planted,
wandering around Li Ang with a dead flower, her expression woeful, chanting sothing like "Flowers withering, flowers flying to the sky, who will mourn the fading red?"
forcing Li Ang to use Swamp God Power to revive the flower.
Unable to keep the flowers alive,
the idea of Chaichai raising pets, especially cats, was naturally vetoed by Li Ang with the reason that cats are ominous creatures,
Li Ang once saw, as a child, a black cat riding a motorcycle, holding a gun, shooting an ear off a mouse.
"What are you drawing right now?"
Li Ang approached and noticed the oil painting in Chaichai’s hand had been modified too many tis, turning into a muddled black ss, obscuring the original pattern.
Chaichai’s cheeks turned slightly red, yet she still held her head high proudly and said, "Ahem, I am painting ’Kenyan Black Miners Digging Coal in the Dark of Night.’"
"This is acceptable?"
Li Ang twitched and teased, "Why don’t you paint ’A Polar Bear Blindly Searching for Food on Arctic Snowfields During the Polar Day Season’?"
"Ha! Well, you guessed it right."
Chaichai raised her thumb, and picked up a completely white painting from the side, "Take a look at this painting. If you like it, this painting can be yours too."
"Keep it for yourself."
Li Ang helplessly curled a corner of his mouth, "I’m heading out now, going to Mumbai."
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