Even though Hiram pursued every conceivable lead without letting anything slip by, and despite involving countless people who died of pestilence, which left the colonial officials complaining bitterly, he found no valuable evidence.

    The killer seemed to have sprung from the stone, with no social ties, committing a crime of passion without any warning, then disappearing without a trace.

    He even purposely held a few gatherings for Brittania officers, attempting to lure the culprit into a trap, but the adversary did not bite.

    Stroking the stubble on his chin, Hiram sighed deeply, but his heart was calm.

    Because he knew that, as a chosen one, as long as he ardently desired something, the heavens would naturally grant him revelation.

    Perhaps it would be some insignificant clue...

    Or maybe a sudden hunch...

    With patient prayers, the divine revelation would eventually arrive at the right time!

    Drawing a cross before his chest with devotion, Hiram closed his eyes, trying to capture the mysterious guidance from the void, as he usually did.

    But this time, a subtle, peculiar sensation tugged at his spirit.

    A sudden Heavenly Human Sensing made him snap his eyes open and look in a certain direction, as if his gaze pierced through time and space, seeing a vague figure concealed in the shadows.

    His lips curled slightly into a smile, and Hiram pressed the call bell on the desk, sneering and murmuring.

    "Finally caught you."

    "Third Round Table Knight Order, assemble!"

    ......

    "Awooo ahhhh~~"

    At the center of the altar deep underground, hundreds of criminals guilty of every conceivable sin hovered midair, bodies spiraling and twisting uncontrollably, gradually vanishing under an invisible mighty force.

    Blood, brain matter, bone marrow, youth, health, lifespan, strength, joy...

    All valuable Source Quality was extracted, condensed and purified under the Authority of [Greed], transforming into one enticing shining gold coin after another.

    [Greed] +300

    [Greed]: LV.6→LV.7（219/3000）

    [God] +10

    [Qi] +6

    [Essence] +5

    After a sacrificial ritual, the almost advanced [Greed] finally leveled up.

    In the unseen realm, Zhu Haomiao sensed he had broken through some boundary, leading to an indescribable bizarre transformation.

    Following instinctual guidance, he instinctively turned to look at Wilson, standing respectfully beside him, his gaze emanating a chaotic dark light penetrating flesh and time, seeing a fleeting shadow deep in Wilson''s soul.

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    Was his Divinity!

    Was his guidepost!

    Was a part of his existence!

    When his physical body perished, his will would awaken in Wilson''s soul, resurrecting from his flesh!

    Moreover, if [Greed] continued to rise, and as other believers'' Infection Rates surpassed a certain threshold, he would be able to resurrect in the flesh of any believer—Undying and Immortal!

    Basking in the insatiable and hungry gazes of all believers, Zhu Haomiao''s lips curled into an uncontrollable, mad grin.

    Indulge in greed, my lambs...

    With a casual wave, the small gold mountain hovering over the Corpse Pyramid transformed into a meteor shower, falling into each believer''s hand.

    Cradling the [greed coin], all believers knelt piously, fervently chanting in the direction of Zhu Haomiao.

    "Enter through me into the city of endless pain."

    "Enter through me into the pit of eternal woe."

    "Enter through me into the doomed throng."

    "Chaos moved my exalted creator."

    "I am the crystallization of Divine Authority, divine will, and divine love."

    "Before me, no eternal creation existed."

    "I shall endure, immortal with the Source."

    "Those who enter shall abandon all hope."

    "Praise the Primordial Sin!"

    Frenzied and distorted whispers echoed in his ears, the shining gold coins turning into a thick, ink-black liquid, seeping into the skin, into the marrow, into the soul...

    Eventually, even the sea of consciousness became infiltrated by the black light, pollution spreading in vast dark areas.

    Noting the believers'' rising [Infection Rate], Zhu Haomiao cast a glance at the emotionless Wilson beside him, a hint of amusement on his lips.

    "Did you teach them?"

    "No, this is your gracious revelation."

    "I haven''t opened the [Gate of Hell]."

    With a wry smile, Zhu Haomiao quickly dismissed the minor matter and took inventory of his gains this time.

    Recently, his [greed coin] reserves were nearly depleted, and one significant reason for returning to Shanghai was to reap... uh, no, to fight evil and restore peace to Shanghai.

    Looking at the nearly two hundred [greed coins] left after deducting ''kickbacks'' and ''development funds,'' Zhu Haomiao nodded in satisfaction.

    Indeed, it takes evil to grind evil; ever since his wicked believer minions began preparing the sacrifices, he just needed to sit and wait for his ''share.''

    Meanwhile, Shanghai''s public security situation improved exponentially.

    With the elimination of petty criminal leaders and the adherence of the top-level villains to a basic rule set under his restraint, the common folk suddenly found life no longer as unbearable.

    Though they still faced exploitation, it was no longer as cruel, bloody, and blatant as before...

    They were even afforded brief breaths of respite under the rule system''s protection, catching glimpses of hope''s faint light.

    For the vast majority of the common people, even a tyrannical order was better than the chaotic dark forest.

    Gazing at the shriveled Corpse Pyramid stacked at the altar''s center, Zhu Haomiao whispered with genuine tranquility.

    "Though my aesthetic may be slightly ahead, I truly am a good boy."

    Ringing~~~

    Just then, the concealed alarm suddenly blared, Wilson abruptly looking outside with eyes gleaming black light.

    "Enemies are attacking; the guards outside can''t hold them."

    Zhu Haomiao raised his eyes in surprise, lips curling in intrigued anticipation.

    Finally, someone''s here to challenge?

    "You all leave through the secret passage; I''ll go have a look."

    "My lord, although I''m unsure how the enemy found this place, if possible, it would be best not to let them signal for reinforcements."

    "Noted."

    Casually waving a hand, and with Wilson''s respectful salute, Zhu Haomiao turned into a dark flowing light, vanishing instantly into the passage depths.

    "Ah!!"

    Exiting the passage, the cool moonlight illuminated the earth, when a desperate scream echoed from nearby, the youth witnessing the last Death Soldier guard meeting a gruesome end under enemy blades.

    Looking around, figures donned in splendid Platinum Armor surrounded him, a terrifying aura constricting the air around them, seemingly frozen several meters wide.

    "1, 2, 3, 4..."

    Counting heads with interest, Zhu Haomiao discovered over thirty adept charge attack experts!