Chapter 149: God's Blood

"Yu Lin, why does it feel on you.... uh, like you've become quite weary?"

Satan, sipping coffee in his seat, saw Yu Lin arrive and gave a slight smile.

"Nothing much, just completed a mission." Yu Lin sat down in front of him.

A drink had already been set on the table.

Satan knew Yu Lin didn't like coffee, so he ordered a drink for him specially.

After taking a sip, Yu Lin set the cup down, looked up at Satan and asked, "Why did you come to Xia Guo?"

Satan shrugged, "I was invited to come."

"We held a meeting with your Underworld to discuss the future handling procedures for the dead souls."

".... Agreed." Yu Lin nodded, did not continue the topic, and asked again:

"Then what business do you have with me?"

Satan didn't speak immediately, but took a small test tube from his coat.

Inside the tube was a vividly bright liquid that looked like fresh blood.

He handed the tube to Yu Lin, "This contains a drop of my master's blood, a reward my master previously bestowed upon me."

"I have a feeling you'll need this, so...."

"Consider it given to you."

He gave Yu Lin a faint smile.

"GodsBlood?" Yu Lin took the tube.

He didn't think the "my master" Satan mentioned was Jesus.

If GodsBlood can be used later... could some immensely powerful evil entity appear?

Never mind, he'll leave the future matters to the future Yu Lin.

The present Yu Lin tucked the tube away, nodded and said, "Thank you."

"But I still have no intention of joining Hell right now."

"Uh, hahaha." Satan laughed, waved his hand and said, "This is a personal gift for you."

"We're friends, aren't we?"

His final sentence was spoken sincerely.

Yu Lin didn't disappoint him, nodded, "Yes, we are friends."

"If you ever attack Heaven, I, Ra, will hold Jesus and watch the spectacle, letting you duel Michael."

".... Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Satan didn't continue the topic, but after chatting idly with Yu Lin about some amusing anecdotes, finished his coffee, stood up and said:

"I'll head back now."

"If trouble arises, you know how to find me."

"Bye."

As the words faded, his figure flickered and vanished instantly.

Yu Lin took the test tube out again, stared at the bright red liquid inside, which seemed ordinary and indistinguishable from normal human blood, yet he knew.

Its purpose is to hold GodsBlood; if one were to extract the GodsBlood from the tube... Well, Yu Lin wasn't sure what would happen, after all it was his first time handling something of this caliber.

As for whether he'll need this in the future... that remains for future Yu Lin to decide.

Yu Lin stood up, about to leave, when a clerk approached with a sweet smile:

"Hello, the two cups total 48 yuan. Would you like to pay by card or...."

".... WeChat." Yu Lin took out his phone and scanned to pay.

"Alright, take your time, and you're welcome back next time."

"Mm."

Yu Lin left the café, feeling the sunlight on his skin; he rubbed his chin and a thought popped into his mind: "Eh."

"Call Qin Zhao and the others to hang out."

The mission's duration wasn't long; at least with Yu Lin spending a day lounging, a day cultivating, a day playing, it seemed to pass especially quickly.

During that time he also returned to Jiang Cheng, had a New Year's Eve dinner with everyone at the orphanage, and a child received a 5,000 yuan red envelope.

Not short of money, just generous.

An Yu's mission to a war‑torn nation to aid refugees went smoothly, but when she heard a minor warlord was slaughtering innocent refugees, she encountered him, brought several Knights, and took him straight to the tribunal for judgment....

In short, after her intervention, the warlords tacitly agreed not to attack innocent refugees.

And today, at this very moment.

Yu Lin stood in the dormitory and called out to Dragon Lord and Qilin:

"Let's go."

"Alrighty."

Dragon Lord shut the Computer, led Qilin into the Ding Pattern.

Accompanied by Yu Lin murmuring, "Enter."

WhiteLight flashed and vanished.

Thebes—this Greek polis, situated in the northern Peloponnese, backed by the towering Mount Cithaeron, overlooking a broad plain.

Its walls, built of massive stones, have withstood wind and rain yet remain sturdy.

The streets are narrow and winding, flanked by low mud‑brick houses with roofs of thatch or tiles.

In the central square, vendors shout, selling olives, wine, and bronzeware, while the air is scented with baked bread and smoked fish.

The women return with clay jars on their heads, having drawn water from the spring outside the city; the children chase and play in the alleys, waving wooden toys in their hands; the elders sit at the tavern entrance, sipping wine and debating the recent battles and the Divine Oracle.

It looks prosperous and full of life.

Since they escaped the oppression of King Erjinos of Mingye, life has gotten better.

However.

In a dark corner of this bustling city‑state, there is an out‑of‑place figure—

He is draped in a tattered hemp robe, curled in the shadow of the city wall, his disheveled hair covering his face, exuding a sour, rancid smell of wine mixed with sweat.

Passing pedestrians point at him, some mutter curses, some cast pitying glances, but most simply hurry past as if he does not exist.

It seems something disgraceful has happened to him.

Until—

Swoosh! Crack!

A stone slams hard onto his shoulder; he shivers slightly but still does not look up.

"You madman who killed your own wife and children!" a man who looks not much older shouts angrily, bends down and grabs another stone:

"What are you still doing here? Get out of Thebes!"

The stone flies toward the man in the corner again, but this time—

A hand catches it midair!

"Is this how you treat the hero who saved you from oppression?"

A black‑haired youth stands before the stone‑thrower, a faint smile at his lips, but his eyes hold no mirth.

"Get out."

He flicks his wrist, and the man staggers and is thrown out, knocking over a street‑side clay jar, eliciting a gasp.

Yu Lin no longer pays him any heed, but turns and walks toward the man curled in the corner.

He lowers his head, looks at the other, and says softly:

"Heracles."

"Buddy, you look a bit disheveled."

Heracles hears this, looks up at the youth whose appearance and bearing are out of place among them, and says quietly:

"Are you also here to humiliate me?"

"No, no, no." Yu Lin shakes his head, squats down and meets his gaze:

"The one who truly killed your wife and children is not you."