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Chapter 140 Unlucky Bear 1

"What bad luck! What bad luck! What bad luck!"

Liu Yishan's mind went blank.

Only one thought remained in my mind—why, it's me again...

God, please, find someone else to play with.

thump--!

The sound of the water hitting the surface was dull yet loud.

The splashing water was more than half a meter high, like a hidden weapon casually thrown by a Blood Realm God King, hitting Jiang Ling and his two companions at the edge of the seal viewing area.

【Zawarudo—!】

In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Kexin was moved to the side by Meiyu.

Through the thick acrylic barrier, they saw a creature dressed as a seal being dragged across the water by a playful orca, its hat being held in its mouth.

Fortunately, the orca seemed to have no ill intentions, and after playfully dragging it for a few seconds...

With a gentle flick of his head, he tossed the still-shaken Liu Yishan back into the shallow waters near the shore.

It also emitted a few short, high-pitched chirps, almost mocking: "Coo-coo-ga-ga~"

The zookeeper rushed forward in a panic.

The dogmatic tool gently taps the orca's large head.

He then helped the soaking wet Liu Yishan up, apologizing repeatedly:

"Miss! Are you alright? I'm so sorry! It's a bit mischievous by nature, and it probably saw you wearing a seal costume and thought you were food, so it wanted to play with you..."

Liu Yishan was completely soaked, her cosplay outfit clinging to her body.

She looked up at the sky somewhat blankly, but felt a long sigh of relief, as if she had survived a disaster.

I thought my life was in danger again.

After all, if she hadn't been lucky the previous times, she probably would have died from bomb explosions, roller coaster derailments, or tsunamis.

This time, it was only dragged around by the orca for a short while and was returned to shore unharmed.

Compared to the previous times when God seemed to be targeting us...

This crisis is as weak and powerless as a man experiencing a midlife crisis.

Could it be that... God has finally let me go?

This is a good thing!

"No, it's okay, it's okay..."

Liu Yishan waved her hand, her voice still trembling slightly, but her tone carried an eerie ease:

"No one was killed...it's not a big deal..."

Zookeeper: ?

The female zookeeper, who had expected to face huge compensation and complaints, secretly rejoiced.

He quickly handed her a dry towel and helped the weak-legged Liu Yishan to the staff changing room.

Next door, the men's changing room.

Several men and women wearing white hoodies with "six-winged" badges were gathered together.

On a small table in the center of the room sits a strangely shaped statue of an "Eternal Feathered God" that is neither human nor bird.

The leader was a bald, burly man with a face full of scars and a fierce look in his eyes.

His hawk-like gaze slowly swept over the group of underlings in front of him.

Those who can stand here are not ordinary believers who are blindly devout at the bottom of society.

At the very least, they were minor leaders in charge of a region, and each of them had their own agenda.

"Boss, if the news leaks and the plan fails, forget about the archbishop's position; whether he survives or not will depend on headquarters' decision."

The shrewd man wearing glasses spoke first, his tone worried.

"yes,"

Another woman with a scar on her face chimed in.

"To quell the official anger, headquarters will likely push us out as scapegoats, labeling us as internal traitors and distancing ourselves from headquarters..."

"From an investment perspective, the risk-reward ratio of this operation is extremely mismatched. I believe it's not too late to back out now, and I suggest..."

The man with slicked-back hair, dressed like a business elite, pushed up his glasses.

Snapped!

The burly man known as "Boss"—Yamamoto Ichijuro—slammed his hand on the table, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the elite man who was most eager to back down.

The elite man shivered, cold sweat instantly pouring down his back: "Brother Yamamoto, oh no, Your Excellency the Bishop... I was just objectively analyzing the potential flaws in the plan..."

Yamamoto Ichijuro took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to lash out on the spot.

He knew that now was not the time for infighting.

"Brothers..." he began slowly, his voice low.

Everyone swallowed hard as they watched him, who was seething with rage.

However, what Yamamoto Ichijuro said next stunned everyone.

"Failure is called internal rebellion, but what about success?"

He looked around at the crowd, his eyes burning with a flame called ambition.

"Now that old man Charles is dead in the tsunami, the position of Archbishop of the East Sea District is vacant! Hundreds of bishops are eyeing that position, and someone will eventually sit in it and become that person second only to the Archbishop!"

"Why..." He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, "That person can't be me, Yamamoto Ichijuro?!"

"As long as we are of one mind and work together, we will definitely be able to complete a sacrifice of 300 people."

"By then, the position of archbishop will be mine for the taking!"

Yamamoto Ichijuu abruptly stood up, his imposing figure exuding a strong sense of pressure, his voice carrying an undeniable authority:

"If I become archbishop, I will never keep that honor to myself!"

He pointed at the bespectacled man who had been the first to express concern: "You!"

The bespectacled man looked bewildered.

"After this is accomplished, you'll be promoted three ranks! You'll be granted three hundred new direct followers! Your annual salary... will start at tens of millions!"

Then, he pointed to the woman with the scar on her face: "And you!"

The woman's breath hitched.

"You'll be in charge of the largest church in Kamikawa Ward! You'll get 70% of all the profits!"

Then, he pointed at several people in succession: "You! You! And you! Once I sit in the position of archbishop, I guarantee you wealth and honor that you will enjoy endlessly!"

He painted a glittering picture of the future, as if it were within easy reach.

Many of the minor bishops present began to look nervous and their breathing became heavy.

An unknown nobody? Or someone destined for fame and fortune?!

The only thing that made them hesitate was the risk of being caught by the authorities if the operation failed.

Things are different now.

Since Koizumi Aoyama took office.

First, they swiftly dismantled the drug supply chain at Shilu University, directly causing the Viper Gang to stop selling even a single gram of drugs into the "school".

Then, without stopping, they destroyed the Black Dragon Group's human organ trading market and rescued hundreds of poor students who were almost harvested organs after being deceived by high-paying part-time jobs.

Of the three top forces in Shilu—the Viper Gang, the Black Dragon Group, and the Holy Church—it seems that only the Holy Church has not suffered any losses in strength…

Ah, no, that's not right.

It seems like we also suffered a loss...

Archbishop Charles of the East Coast died in the tsunami, didn't he?

While it's uncertain whether Koizumi Aoyama was directly responsible, it did happen during his tenure.

This debt... could, perhaps, be attributed to him as well.

Seeing the shifting hesitation on his subordinates' faces, Yamamoto Ichijuro knew that simply making empty promises wasn't enough.

He sighed deeply, as if he had made a major decision, and bent down to pull a silver briefcase from under the table.

"This operation doesn't require our personal involvement." He clicked open the briefcase's latch. "We just need to find about twenty of our most loyal and physically fit followers and have them take this..."

The lid of the suitcase is printed with the traditional Chinese characters for "Nine Strips".

And a ferocious black snake with nine heads and lightning coiled around its body.

Inside the box, thirty-six vials of medicine, shimmering with a dark red luster like congealed blood, were neatly arranged.

"What is this...?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"This is a 'transformation' potion developed by the Li Group. After taking it, one can fuse with the genes of the first animal consumed, modifying their body and transforming into a half-human, beast-like being."

"However, this thing is still in the research and development stage, and it can cause people to become bloodthirsty and rageful, and lose their rationality."

"I had to pull some strings to get my hands on thirty-six of them."

"Each of you send your most loyal and physically strongest followers to drink the potion, and then... right now, right here, complete the... sacrifice!"

At this moment, a taciturn minor leader near the door suddenly stood up.

All eyes immediately focused on him.

Yamamoto Ichijuro's eyes suddenly sharpened.

However, the expected departure did not happen; he locked the door with a click.

Then he turned and walked towards Yamamoto Ichiju, knelt on one knee, and kissed the back of his hand:

"I pledge my life to the future Archbishop of the East Sea!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of some who were still wavering.

At this moment, many people realized what was happening and were filled with regret.

Damn it, we're already on this sinking ship anyway.

I should have done the same...

That's black, it's fucking black.

The atmosphere in the room subtly changed because of this kneeling.

Fanaticism and greed gradually overwhelmed fear and hesitation.

Nobody paid any attention to the table.

A faint crimson glint flashed in the eyes of the immortal feathered god statue.