Chapter 165: The Invisible Cult (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Named Percy, and a Captain at that... his status within the Investigation Bureau is not low; he's a mid-level leader..."

"Moreover, he is highly trusted, able to temporarily wield that Magical Item..."

Aaron silently recited his own honorific name, summoned his Spirit Body, gazed at the sleeping Percy, stirred his Secret Source Power, and began the Purification.

This was not merely about wanting to plant a spy within the Investigation Bureau; the key was that the other party had met him several times, which counted as having a connection, and he had built up some favorability.

Of course, the most important thing was the other party's desperate final strike at the time, which successfully stalled Roberts and bought time for Aaron's subsequent pursuit.

Therefore, in Aaron's view, this was a contribution!

Now that the other party was in such a miserable state, he naturally had to give him a chance.

Percy clenched his fists.

"Your partner is afraid he won't be able to wake up without sleeping through the entire night."

Although nothing had happened, he had an ominous feeling that he had already fallen into the Abyss.

Long-term training caused his eyes to scan the surroundings involuntarily, searching for items that could serve as suitable weapons.

Although he was flustered, he understood one thing.

"Captain, and Kasiding..."

After waking up, he saw a figure standing at the edge of his hospital bed: medium build, in his thirties, azure eyes...

If Percy were to refuse to acknowledge the debt after taking the benefit, he would have no other path but to take action himself to punish the other party, aside from just staring helplessly.

As the person involved, he knew how terrible his own condition was better than the physicians in the Bureau.

He understood that, at this moment, he was completely unable to resist.

"Ah!"

Even with determination, he could not help but hesitate.

"Rest assured, although I am asking you to recite the honorific name and join my side, I currently have no intention of becoming an enemy of the Investigation Bureau..."

Aaron seemed to see through his concerns and continued: "If you truly encounter a mission you dislike, you can still choose death..."

"Is it the Spirit of Delusion? Are you from the now-destroyed Ethereal Sect?!" Percy widened his eyes: "No... this Hidden Existence that cannot prove its own existence actually exists!"

"Percy Anias!"

Aaron smiled, offering another price.

"Very good, follow me, recite in Spirit World Language... The Spirit of Delusion wandering in the unknown, the Absolutely Neutral Existence, the Silent Observer!"

Aaron smiled.

Aaron told Percy the whole story of the Roberts case, and finally said: "In the end, the fleeing Roberts was killed by an 'Evil Spirit'..."

"He is a high-ranking member of our Cult; of course, this is currently top-secret information!"

"Very good... then, I will keep my promise."

This was the inherent understanding of the Mysterious world.

"The 'Underworld' pathway, a Fourth Primordial Substance Evil Spirit?" Percy asked in surprise: "Who is he?"

"Who are you?"

Percy's eyes trembled violently, and he suddenly climbed up, his forehead covered in cold sweat, as if he had just awakened from some Nightmare.

Aaron maintained the demeanor of a Mysterious person, placing great pressure on the lying Percy.

After the previous healing miracle, he no longer had any doubts about whether the Spirit of Delusion existed.

Percy was tied to the bed and could not move at all, so he could only shout: "Your Cult... no, which Cult are we exactly?"

"Benefactor?"

Of course, one could also choose to betray, but this would inevitably incur the Divine Miracle of an unknown existence, and one would not even have peace after death...

Percy clenched his fists, his eyes becoming firm, and he recited the honorific name of the 'Spirit of Delusion' once in Spirit World Language.

Aaron opened a box, placed the ball of flesh and blood into it, closed it gently, and then unceremoniously took out a bottle of smelling salts, opened it, and waved it under Percy's nose.

"Wait..."

At the same time, he also knew that once the honorific name was recited, he would inevitably fall into the web of a Hidden Existence, unable to escape for a lifetime, and this curse might even be passed down to his descendants through his bloodline.

Aaron smiled: "Your current mission is to recover from your injuries; in the future, the Cult might have a use for you within the Investigation Bureau..."

Under the illumination of the soft Light, the bandages on Percy's face fell away, revealing a layer of terrifying patterns, with a large number of blood vessels wriggling like living creatures.

"What honorific name?"

"A Non-human Grade Pollutant, it can be used to make special bullets; its power is on the same level as an Evil Spirit curse and parasites..."

As an Investigation Bureau Captain, Percy knew that he was likely not going to be saved, at least not at the Green Forest City Investigation Bureau.

Aaron put down the medical record hanging on the hospital bed and said with a smile: "Although I am not from the Investigation Bureau, is this how you talk to your benefactor?"

And now, his 'injuries' in the Mysterious sense had already healed; this was simply a miracle! No, a Divine Miracle!

This also made Percy even more wary of this Mysterious person, his eyes involuntarily glancing outside the hospital room.

Although he had long ago made up his mind that if the other party wanted him to betray the Investigation Bureau, he would rather die!

Aaron seemed to see through his psychology and chuckled: "In this world, there are many things more terrifying than death... and even death is not the end... The reason I saved you is just because you were relatively lucky... As for the price? Hmm... you have two choices now: the first is to recite the honorific name of my Lord with me, the second is to die right here. You choose!"

"What do you want to do? Or rather... what do you want to get from me?" Percy asked in a low voice.

He immediately understood that he had not only encountered a daring Wild Beyonder, but the other party also possessed an extremely wonderful healing ability!

Percy subconsciously reached for the firearm at his waist, but his hand grabbed empty air.

To offer Jiusu to the other party is a grace!

Reciting a true name does not usually get an immediate response from a Hidden Existence, but one has already been registered with the other party, and it could erupt at any time during the long life ahead!

Percy understood this deeply and immediately fell into a struggle.

"I believe in the great Spirit of Delusion, but I do not belong to the Ethereal Sect... How about it? If you join my group, I will also tell you the truth and the aftermath of the Roberts case..."

Moreover, even if the other party did not want to be this double agent, it did not matter; his existence itself was a channel to contact the Investigation Bureau!

Even if there is a betrayal in the future, it is a matter of no consequence; if something intolerable is done, then just kill them directly!

Buzz!

He rose and walked toward the door.

Percy pressed his forehead, suddenly remembering.

Even if this is a solicitation from an Evil God, he can choose to learn more intelligence before going to the bureau to report it!

Because dying here out of bravado is the most foolish and useless course of action.

He used the "Ghoul Mask" and was corrupted by this Magical Item, nearing total insanity!

Even at this moment, he can still recall some Mysterious knowledge about Ghouls, but his mind is very calm, without any feelings of mania, chaos, or bloodlust.

But in reality? Aaron does not yet have the ability of divine punishment...

In his mind, a series of names of Evil Domain societies emerged.

But in the end, they fell away one after another, intertwining with each other to form a ball of thread the size of a thumb.

Such as the Sunset School, Lotus Eater Society, Meteorite Cult, Blood of Decay, Gourmet Association, Oak Ring, and so on...

At this time, Aaron had already walked out of the ward, only his voice still echoing: "Invisible Cult!"

(End of this chapter)