EFB Chapter 30 I need to check the cards!
Chapter 30 I need to check the cards!
While speaking,
However, Lucien was still very confused, or rather, very sensitive.
He felt as if he had been completely cleansed and rebuilt.
No, it's been upgraded.
It felt amazing!
And there's more than one level.
He can clearly sense the levels of power within his body.
From the initial weakness when power was first acquired, to the torrent-like surge just now, and now to the steady pulse at a higher level.
Simply put, he skipped a grade.
"pity."
He instinctively knew that he was only one step away from the next level, but it was because something was missing.
So we could only stop there.
Something is trying to come into being but is stuck.
"It's okay, at least I know what to do."
After glancing at the crowd prostrate before him and shouting, he continued to sense the changes in his body.
The changes in the body are obvious.
The strength of muscle fibers, the density of bones, and the speed of nerve responses have all improved by more than one level.
Except for not being able to fly, he felt like a superman!
I even felt like I could react to bullets!
The real qualitative change is in perception.
The world has never been so...clear, yet so noisy.
The sound of water droplets dripping from the rock wall, the suppressed breathing and heartbeats of the believers, the gurgling of the underground waterway in the distance, and even the floating trajectory of every speck of dust in the air, all seemed to be magnified, pulled closer, and forcibly crammed into his consciousness.
Moreover, the emotions emanating from those white-robed figures kneeling on the ground.
He could taste the bitterness in Bishop Luke's soul, a mixture of lust for power and a desire for redemption, and he could touch the stubborn, life-giving greed deep within Bishop Avery's collapsing body.
Every moment, I am in a state of extreme sensitivity.
"Phew~"
A warm breath escaped from her slightly flushed face.
He picked up the expensive dark gray suit jacket from the ground.
The feel of the silk lining against the skin, oh~.
He slowly and deliberately put on his clothes, buttoning them up, his movements carrying a newfound, deliberate elegance, as if he were re-familiarizing himself with this body.
From below the stage, there was a growing murmur.
The believers gradually came to their senses amidst the shouts, their eyes fixed on Lucien.
Greed, the kind of greed that desires to eat communion.
Even in complete darkness, it was crystal clear.
"Lucian...sir?"
Bishop Luke struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse but respectful yet obsequious.
He and Avery exchanged a glance, both seeing the resolve in each other's eyes.
"The Lord says, we are all sinners."
Lucien instantly knew what they were up to.
He spoke directly, nodding as his gaze swept over the upturned faces.
"But the Lord's love is boundless, His radiance needs to be known by more people, and His miracles... need to be spread!"
Forgive me, Lord~
Lucien was filled with remorse.
He was testing the waters.
To test the Lord's attitude.
Is such a claim presumptuous?
Will this lead to punishment?
He has to gamble.
If he doesn't stand up, he might end up lying on the dining table.
Fortunately, it didn't happen.
Nothing happened.
The scar remained calm and still, the power within him flowing smoothly, and he could even smell the greed of the believers stirred by the words.
Lucien straightened his back even more imperceptibly.
A thrill, a mixture of ambition and a wicked sense of excitement, quietly crept into my heart.
"The Lord is watching over us!"
He raised his voice, his tone resolute.
"Watch us!"
Luke immediately agreed, his old face glowing with an unusual light.
"Spreading...miracles..."
Bishop Avery, supported by his private physician, also shouted hoarsely, his cloudy eyes fixed on Lucien.
More people joined in the shouting, and the sound of voices converged once more.
But this time, it's not just a slogan.
Their gazes were fixed intently on Lucien, especially on Luke and Avery, their eyes clearly pleading:
Lord! Grant me as you have given to one another, as you have shown.
Lucien didn't care whether it was possible or not; the Lord is omnipotent!
"Those who believe will surely receive blessings."
He avoided making specific promises.
"The Lord's gaze extends throughout the world, and His measure... lies in your hearts and your deeds."
Within the divine realm, Luo Huan sat cross-legged, her fingertips lightly touching the bead representing Lucien.
"Tsk, a gathering of over a hundred people, mostly these half-dead old fogies, and it has such a high impact?"
She tilted her head, her red eyes filled with curiosity.
"No, there's definitely something wrong."
"I need to have my license checked!"
With a thought, the [Hunting Dog]'s power model was invoked.
They went directly to examine the past of those believers.
Images and fragments of information flowed by.
Avery Bush... um? Bush? That Bush?
Luke Franklin...goodness.
There are also a few other surnames: Rockefeller, Vanderbilt, Adams...
Luo Huan blinked.
"What a wonderful underground paradise! It's really... Old Qian's team building activity."
She scoffed.
Although most of them were exiled, disillusioned, or terminally ill collateral relatives of the family,
Or like Avery, an old freak who has drifted out of the mainstream and is obsessed with self-actualization.
But they are still part of the country’s so-called deep government.
The silent, highly trained private doctors also attest to this.
Only this social class can afford and utilize such shady brokers who specialize in handling special needs.
"broken,"
Luo Huan fell backward, sprawling out in mid-air, her silver hair flowing freely, muttering to herself.
"Everyone is equal, but some people are indeed more equal. Even the qualifications to become a believer are fucking class-based, aren't they?"
Through these individuals' ambiguous relationships with the core power circle, the resources they can leverage, the attention they attract, and the impact they create are indeed far beyond what grassroots rednecks like Carl Jensen can achieve in the short term.
No wonder its spread conversion rate is so high.
At this moment, new information came from the image inside the bead.
Bishop Luke was speaking respectfully to Lucien in a low voice, while Avery nodded hesitantly in agreement.
"...One month later...Long Island, New York...An exclusive auction and networking event...For true 'insiders'...More influential..."
Lucien listened with a slight smile on his face.
"Oh?"
Luo Huan sat up, and the cat ears appeared out of thin air and then disappeared.
"Are you taking Xiao Lu to a bigger stage for missionary work?"
She is very satisfied with this development.
Then, she waved her hand, temporarily pushing Lucien's beads to the edge of her field of vision.
My gaze shifted to another bead that steadily emitted a faint blue glow.
Seattle, Noah Technologies.
Noah AI's market testing has been completed.
Luo Huan's lips curled into a smile.
"Oh wow, is it starting? We're really about to enter the era of general-purpose artificial intelligence, and..."
Is there a wave of layoffs?
A hint of expectation flashed in her eyes.