Chapter 109

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Chapter 109: In the Name of Wish Power

Chaoyang swiftly scanned the players’ locations and confirmed that Zhou Zhi was inside the Cathedral. He then sent him a private message, instructing him to inform Jeanne to bring Jin Kefu to his room.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll accept the payment.” He closed the case and tucked it under the wooden bed. “The person you’re expecting will arrive shortly.”

“Thank you for understanding,” Lovisia said appreciatively. “But I do have one more, rather awkward request.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“I’ve heard—no, the members of the Brotherhood has already witnessed that Yeni Cathedral can cure the Scarlet Curse. The key lies in a new drug developed by Destiny Gate Pharmaceuticals. Given your close ties with that company, might you be able to supply the Brotherhood with some of these miracle drugs? We can pay in ore as well.”

At present, the nominal heads of the pharmaceutical company are Naruko Asahara, Tyler, and Anthony. If some of your injured are indeed informants, they must have seen him interacting with those three. So it wouldn’t be surprising for them to make that connection.

“Medicine can’t leave the Cathedral,” Chaoyang replied bluntly. “It must be freshly prepared and used immediately; otherwise, not only does it lose its potency, but it could even cost lives,” Chaoyang replied directly. “I have no desire to have the nuns dragged into your internal conflicts. However, if you can disguise the injured as company-abandoned workers and bring them to the Cathedral for treatment, then there wouldn’t be any issue.”

He had a hunch that the Brotherhood would suffer heavy casualties in this massive purge. Many members of the Brotherhood might have been infected, and without proper treatment, the death toll was bound to rise even further. Yet the foggy Region offered almost no medical resources, and given the sensitivity of their identities, the antibiotics produced by Destiny Gate were absolutely invaluable to them.

“I see…” The other party’s tone held a hint of disappointment. “Understood, thank you for explaining.”

“Why not sign a contract with them? You’re the best at this, aren’t you?”

A voice suddenly echoed in his mind, Luo Di’s teasing interjection.

“Ah?” Chaoyang was taken aback for a moment.

“What do you mean ‘Ah’? Ore can only be exchanged for money, but your wish power—that’s what truly matters, isn’t it?”

“But they don’t possess any wish power,” Chaoyang replied telepathically.

“What?!” Luo Di exclaimed in surprise. “Aren’t these people supposed to be bursting with vitality? Sure, Lovisia might fall a bit short, but the man behind her… he’s practically dazzling! Based on my past observations, his wish power should be extraordinarily formidable!”

Was that even possible?

Chaoyang once again scrutinized the trio with his discerning, almost demonic gaze. His conclusion remained unchanged: they weren’t worth forming a contract with.

“Is something wrong? Do we… appear odd to you?” Lovisia observed, noticing his intense scrutinizing gaze.

“Uh… no, nothing like that. I just suddenly wondered—do you all pray?”

“Pray? You mean, to the Storm God?” the muffled voice asked.

Realizing his question might have sounded abrupt, Chaoyang quickly added, “It doesn’t matter which deity, really. I was just curious—you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“There’s nothing uncomfortable about answering,” the voice replied calmly. “We’re all people abandoned by the gods anyway. How could we possibly entrust our fate in their hands?”

“Our god… is already dead!” one of them suddenly spat out with bitter anger. “There’s no one in this city you can trust—the company, the police, the Count, even the City Guard; they’re all cut from the same cloth!”

“Lord Chao?” At that moment, a knock sounded on the door, interrupting the conversation. “It’s Jeanne.”

“Come in,” Chaoyang replied.

Jeanne then pushed a wheelchair into the room. Seated in it was Jin Kefu, who, upon seeing Lovisia and the others, showed no sign of surprise—as if he had known this meeting was inevitable.

“He broke several of his toe bones; he still can’t walk on his own. If you’re determined to take him with you, I’ll throw in this wheelchair as well,” Chaoyang said.

The three visitors exchanged glances and stood up in unison.

“It’s fine, this is perfect,” said Lovisia.

“Hold on—let me push him out first.” Luo Di beat them to it, propelling the wheelchair out of the room ahead of everyone. Next came the Brotherhood trio, with Chaoyang and Jeanne following last. As the group reached the Cathedral’s main entrance, Lovisia deliberately paused, bowed deeply to Chaoyang, and then, with the help of her guards, climbed into the carriage.

“Lord Chaoyang, who are they?” Jeanne asked curiously.

“Just a bunch of troubles souls,” Chaoyang replied, watching the carriage gradually disappear into the distance.

On the way back to the room, he furrowed his brow in thought.

“What’s on your mind?” Luo Di asked, tilting her head. “Are you disappointed that you couldn’t squeeze more information out of Jin Kefu?”

“Not exactly,” Chaoyang mused after a moment. “I feel as though I’ve forgotten something… I distinctly wanted to ask them something… Do you know what it might be?”

“Geez, I’m not a psychic worm in your gut!” Luo Di snapped playfully, clasping her hands behind her head as she quickened her pace ahead. “And why do you assume it even has anything to do with me?”

“You were definitely present there; I remember seeing your face…”

“Ahem!” The angel suddenly coughed. “That’s a strange thing to say. If you remember I was there, why not use your Dreamwalking technique on me? You’d learn the truth in an instant.”

“No need. I don’t think it’s anything important. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have forgotten it.” Chaoyang shook his head, banishing the stray thought. “By the way, why did you volunteer to push the wheelchair earlier? Was that also due to your body’s habit?”

“What do you mean? Wasn’t it because of our contract?”

Chaoyang suddenly felt as if he’d been played. “What did you do?”

I stuck a wad of chewing gum under the wheelchair seat. It carries my saliva… uh, i mean my essence. Now I can track its location and swoop in like a flash,” Luo Di replied with a laugh. “Of course, I can bring you along too.”

“Do you really think they can provide substantial wish power?”

“They’re fighting for their lives every single day—how could they ever be satisfied or not have any lofty desires?” Luo Di said in an unexpectedly serious tone. “I’ve seen many like them… People who’ve been battered by endless setbacks and disappointments, too frightened to dare hope for more. You heard it from them, it’s not like they lack wish power; they just don’t know who, to pray to.”

By now, Chaoyang understood what the angel was hinting at—his Dreamwalking technique could be used not only to peek into memories but also to lure or manipulate others, just as he had done with Shi Dong. However, unlike Shi Dong who genuinely harbored wishes and displayed clear signs of white light, Chaoyang hadn’t yet attempted this approach with these three individuals.

“It seems to me you’re just trying to stir up trouble for the company,” Chaoyang said, feigning exasperation with a helpless shrug. “Fine, I’ll give it a try—but let’s make one thing clear: if they show no genuine wish power or if their their desires are too unrealistic, potentially jeopardizing the current plans for Paradise, I won’t sign any contract with them.”

“No problem, I wholeheartedly agree,” Luo Di promptly responded.

Chaoyang himself was somewhat curious. What kind of individual possessed such vitality that an angel would be so concerned? Moreover, does abundant vitality necessarily lead to generating substantial amounts of Wish Power? If there is indeed an equivalence between the two, wouldn’t these observation abilities make the perfect pair?

After all, there’s no harm in deepening one’s understanding of one’s own powers. He found himself unexpectedly looking forward to this “experiment.”