Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 178: Chapter 177: The 7th Evil God Chapter 178: Chapter 177: The 7th Evil God Having said that, the man took out a hollow glass tube and raised it above his head.

The thing was nearly as thick as half an arm, with a metal cube fixed at each end. Judging from the craftsmanship alone, it was clearly not any product of a heretical cult, but a very exquisite industrial item—the glass was clear and bright, of high quality; the cubes were purplish-gold, perhaps made of a copper-iron alloy, with a matte finish on the surface, and it seemed they were engraved with many spells.

Even heretical cults were keeping up with the times.

Chaoyang, observing from a distance through the player’s vision, couldn’t help but sigh.

The man showed the glass tube and then inserted one end into the jar on the gypsum pillar. Only then did Chaoyang notice that there was a seal in the middle of the jar that held the brain, and the cube fit perfectly into it.

“What’s he trying to do? Serve everyone brain-infused liquor?” Zhou Zhi felt a bit queasy and gave up his spot, “I’m not feeling so well, whoever wants to watch can take over.”

Qianyuan Mingzi stayed close to the edge of the hole, seemingly completely entranced.

“May I ask the Divine Envoy, what use are these brains?” someone among the guests inquired.

“Good question.” The man replied with a smile, “These are not ordinary brains, but mature seeds… They have been transformed by divine power and have become vessels for guiding miracles, ready to sprout at any moment.”

When he pressed a switch, the brain was instantly sucked into the glass tube—of course, the narrow space couldn’t accommodate an intact brain. By the time it was sucked in, it no longer retained its previous shape, but had turned into a mushy mixture. Not only that, the man even shook the tube after pulling it out, as if to make sure it was mixed uniformly.

“Most of those present have witnessed the amazing transformations that occur in people bathed in the divine light!” he held the evenly shaken glass tube to his chest with both hands, “But that, after all, is only a fleeting moment because the Rot God still rules over everything. Even if we can manage to soar into the sky, we will eventually be pulled back down to the ground.”

“But my lord can resist the power of the Rot God, and it’s not just for a moment but for eternity—as long as you are always bathed in its brilliant light.”

His voice was full of certainty, leaving no room for doubt, and what was more terrifying was that Zhang Zhiyuan and the others actually felt there was some truth to his words.

“Don’t let him influence you, those are the whispers of demons!” Ailuodi’s light reproof immediately snapped everyone back to reality.

“I feel somewhat insulted.” Chaoyang was slightly discontented.

“Don’t mind the details, at least he looks more like a demon than you do.”

“So… Next, I need a guest to assist me in completing this miracle.” The man scanned the crowd with his eyes, “Would anyone like to come up and try?”

Brains soaking in preservative fluid, a glass tube with an unknown purpose, a bizarre gathering of mask-wearing attendees—in such an environment, no sane person would volunteer to step forward.

Yet there were actually several people who stood up—
“I’m willing to try!”

“Please choose me, Divine Envoy!”

“These people have truly gone mad.” Even without looking at the scene outside, Cui Zhen’en could feel their emotion and anticipation from the cries within the hall.

“Mad? I think they’re all quite normal.” Anthony clearly had a different opinion, “This is rejuvenation with lasting effects. Do you know what those aging tycoons on Earth are willing to do just to extend their lives by a decade?”

On one side of the stage, the man smiled and pointed to someone, “I see you, Sir Mora. Since you’ve always been the first to try in every event, let’s have you demonstrate for everyone this time.”

“It would be my honor.” The petitioner called Mora immediately got up from his seat and walked shakily towards the stage.

Everyone could see the sluggishness and decay of his body.

“Mora Dehe, one of the shareholders of the Red Scorpion Foundation, over sixty-three years old, but still the head of his family.” Zhang Zhiyuan murmured—after Jerry had exposed this man, the city guards had immediately provided Paradise with related intelligence, only they had taken no action against him to avoid startling the snake.

“If this man really gains a body that doesn’t age, his descendants are in for some bad luck.” Anthony said with a cold laugh.

The mask-wearing Aibuvich assisted him to a recliner.

“Please take a seat.”

Once the former was settled, the Divine Envoy approached from behind with the glass tube in hand, “Close your eyes, you will not feel any pain. The seed will merge with your body, allowing you always to bask in the divine light.”

“Come, I have waited for this day for so long!” Mora gasped with crude breath, appearing quite excited.

The Divine Envoy held the other end of the glass tube with a cube against him and chanted strange, harsh words aloud.

“What is that? There’s a needle hidden inside!?” Qianyuan Meiko, who had been observing, suddenly exclaimed.

The man violently jabbed the glass tube into the back of the other’s head, and the slender needle tip instantly disappeared into Mora’s brain! Mora shivered violently, his fingers involuntarily raising and spreading apart as the mask fell to the ground with a clatter, and his previously closed eyes widened and rolled back.

The brain mixture in the tube was visibly diminishing.

They were clearly all being injected into the jazz musician’s skull.

“Fuck, can this even work?” Zhang Zhiyuan felt goosebumps all over his body. While assisting the nuns in treating patients in the sanctuary, he still felt that the science of this world existed, but now, witnessing this inconceivable scene, he couldn’t help but doubt his own judgment.

No disinfection, no imaging, just randomly puncturing the skull and filling the brain with a bunch of stuff—can this person still live!?

Qianyuan Meiko was speechless in astonishment.

But what shocked them even more came afterward.

Once all the mixture had been poured in, the Divine Envoy abruptly pulled out the glass tube, even bringing out a trace of blood.

“Come, the divine light has arrived! Let the world see what a true miracle is!”

And indeed, a miracle occurred.

Mora’s body began to wriggle—this was the rhythm of aging skin tightly contracting again, like an incredible tide. His limbs also slowly elongated, as if his bones were undergoing reverse growth. As his whites-turned eyeballs regained focus, Mora’s hair transitioned from white back to its black-brown appearance.

“My God… this sensation… it’s even better than before!” he slowly sat up, examining his hands and muttering. “Am I really… not going to revert back?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you will still age, perhaps in another forty years?” The Divine Envoy said with a slight smile, “Of course, by then you could undergo another Seed Fusion.”

“My God, it’s actually real!”

“I fucking told you, the Divine Envoy never plays tricks!”

“Please, give me a share too!

An astonishing cheer burst forth from the scene, like a keg of gunpowder set aflame!

The fine wine and gourmet food now held no allure; people looked at the remaining glass vessels, their eyes filled with endless greed!

Qianyuan Meiko swallowed nervously.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please be calm, the Seed is not a scarce resource…” The Divine Envoy waved his hand to ease the restlessness, “As long as you are willing to continue following me, I can bathe each and every one of you in divine light!”

The answer was clear.

No one would choose to leave the banquet hall at such a time, even if some guests were still young; who wouldn’t have their day of aging?

“May I ask, Divine Envoy… can you now reveal to us the name of this great existence?” a woman stood up and asked with deep reverence.

“Yes, we want to express our gratitude to it personally!”

“I am willing to become its most loyal shepherd!”

Everyone scrambled to express their loyalty.

“Of course, the great existence has many names, and the one it allows you to extol is ‘Order of Causality.'” The Divine Envoy declared loudly. “As for me… I am its vicar on Earth.”