Chapter 528: Chapter 32 A Single Tree Does Not Make a Forest_2
“Give me the money—”
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!”
The high school student’s heart was about to burst out of his chest. His body suddenly swelled like a bouncy ball, bouncing back onto the main road. The robbers viciously pursued him as he awkwardly rolled around in the rain, not even bothering to grab his umbrella.
“Save me!” he screamed unconsciously, “Save me, hero!!”
The three burly men stiffened upon hearing that, nervously scanning the surroundings. But no one came, no hero in person, none of his strange weapons, not even his followers. Besides them on this road, there was only one man with a bald head holding an umbrella.
The robbers laughed, incredibly arrogant, “Hero? Hahaha! He’s done for, no one’s coming to save you, you little dumbass!!”
The student who had turned into a ball also realized this, clutching his head in despair as he lay in a puddle, bracing himself for a beating. He heard the dull thuds of punches and kicks and screamed in agony, “Ah! Ah!—”
But after two shouts, he realized he felt no pain. The high school student carefully turned his head and saw the three burly men lying on the ground, a bald man bending over to pick up his dropped umbrella.
“Don’t be afraid, child,” Onowell handed the umbrella to the student, “It’s over.”
The high school student shakily took the umbrella.
“Thank you, thank you…” he noticed the man’s age, and his gratitude immediately turned into concern and terror, “You, you better run! They have lots of accomplices!”
“I’ll take you back to school,” Onowell patted his shoulder.
“Don’t be silly, you don’t even have superpowers!” the high school student said breathlessly, “Don’t stay out here; this place is going back to the way it was. It’s going to go crazy again! Without the hero, no one can save us!!”
The high school student didn’t bother with the umbrella and stumbled away. Onowell watched his retreating figure, remaining silent for a long time.
How many similar incidents had happened during this time, and how many more disturbing acts of violence would appear in the future?
Perhaps Aorus was right, Onowell thought sadly. An ugly order was better than no order.
But still, he had to fight that man… because he couldn’t accept selfish and despicable people standing at the top of power.
At 7:50 p.m., the doctor handed the invitation to a white-clad servant and entered Saint Chagette Cathedral, guided by a member of the Light Core.
This antique-style building, funded by a conglomerate, started two years ago to fulfill the religious beliefs of some of the city’s residents. The hundred-meter-tall building had the architectural style of 500 years ago; geometric patterns of white, pink, and green marble beautifully adorned its facade, and the great bronze doors to the west added solemnity, while the central dome’s double structure, dark on the outside and bright on the inside, bore statues of the great ancestors revered by Ustus.
The interior of the cathedral was structured in the shape of a cross, with the intersection under the dome of the vault. The doctor walked slowly along the aisle, her gaze sweeping over the large religious paintings on either side, feeling neither ripple nor emotion.
There had never been gods in this world as the believers imagined; those referred to as gods were nothing more than powerful Impermanence Law Enforcers or giant dragons and their derivatives. Born on Zero Island, she knew this truth all too well.
The doctor walked into the hall. The distribution of forces present was clear at a glance. The heads of small forces stood to the right of the entrance, loners stood on the left; the Wing of Death, led by Skullhead, occupied the area in the right front, and the members of the Mutual Assistance Association were in the left front. And at the center of everyone’s gaze, standing in the front of the entire hall, beneath the central dome, was the leader of the Light Core, Aorus Otimis.
“Welcome, doctor,” Aorus smiled at her. Today, he wore a tailored white suit, with gold embroidery embellishing his young, general-like dignity.
“I am punctual for my appointment,” the doctor nodded, heading towards the area with the loners, where Kardesia stood by the wall, no one daring to approach her .
“You’re here, senior,” the junior said anxiously, “Something feels off, is Aorus trying to pull something?”
Kardesia, if even you can see the warning signs, it means he’s already completed his preparations.
The doctor didn’t have the heart to tell the naive junior the truth; she confirmed the venue once more, not seeing those two figures.
With many eyes in the hall, the doctor decided to make an exception. She quietly drew a Spiritual Correspondence Rune in her pocket with her fingernail and asked, “Gongsun Ce and Mo Yuankai?”
“Mo Yuankai said he couldn’t come, Gongsun Ce can’t be contacted,” Kardesia grew more impatient, “What are those two idiots up to!”
The doctor recalled the poor psychological condition of Gongsun Ce. Things looked really unfavorable for the regular customer this time.
Fortunately, the doctor was always an outsider; she had always been an observer, never risking involvement.
“Be patient,” the doctor soothed, “Let’s see how things unfold.”
While they talked, whispers echoed continuously in the hall. Everyone had their conjectures; everyone wanted to confirm what Aorus was up to.
“Let’s begin,” Skullhead spoke coldly.
“Patience, today’s guests have yet to all arrive. There is one last guest.”
As the hand reached 8, the large clock on the west side of the cathedral struck. The solemn sound echoed throughout the hall, and the last guest arrived with the chime. Dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase, he looked like a teacher just finished with a class, hurrying to attend a teaching conference.
Onowell didn’t glance at the superpower users around him; he walked through the center of the hall under everyone’s gaze and stopped not far from Aorus.