Chapter 825: The Evil God’s Son! Lin En!

In the meeting room.

This meeting, which had not been going very smoothly, was ultimately silenced into submission under the dimensionality-reducing strike of Lynn's targeted incantation.

"So, I think it's better for all of you to make the decision."

Sir Aiwen took a deep breath, being the first to break the eerily abnormal silence, trying his best to force his expression back into seriousness.

He tapped the table.

"If we really are going to carry out this plan, then to increase the probability of success, it is absolutely necessary to spread the targeted incantation and ritual magic circle across as many surface worlds as possible. So this brings us back to this serious topic... are we really sure we want to spread such an incantation?"

Everyone fell into silence once again.

Because it was truly too evil.

But it wasn't the kind of evil that intimidated... rather, it was the kind that was hard to put into words...

The Titan Head also took a deep breath, his expression grave and complex as he carefully examined the sentence on the incantation, saying:

"I think it doesn't matter - you all know my son-in-law well enough - since he dares to write such an xp onto a magic incantation - then he definitely has his own reasons for it - and he believes in pragmatism - utility above all else - if a single sentence can increase the summoning success rate by 90% -"

He said deeply.

"Then how could he possibly not use it?"

Everyone pondered, then nodded in relative agreement.

Correct.

Based on their understanding of him, he truly was a man without fear. He dared to follow the Colossus's Brain in bombarding hell itself, dared to take on the job of provoking hell... so why would he possibly care about something like this?

Family knows family best.

And he might even feel a slight bit of twisted, malicious excitement...

After all, his pleasure points were more or less different from those of ordinary beings.

There was no doubt, no need for further consideration. This matter was settled. After all, which was more important - your life or your xp? When forced to choose between the two, of course you pick your life! This was simply a matter that required no thought whatsoever. As for whether to ask for his opinion...

We'll deal with that later.

After all, given his current attitude of not caring at all what hell might do to him, if they actually told him, he would definitely veto it outright. So telling him served no purpose.

"I'll go prepare immediately."

Sir Aiwen seriously organized the documents in his hand and stood up, saying:

"First, I'll reserve the 107 worlds I can access. After I spread it out, we'll need everyone's further assistance. To maximize the possibility of summoning, I'm afraid everyone will need to play the role of evil gods and demon lords. Though cult-type organizations are quite despicable, they are also the most efficient. We have three days, so we can't afford to consider anything else meaningless."

The preliminary plan was quickly drafted.

For worlds that were difficult to influence deeply, the incantation and magic circle would be carved onto some vessel or written into some book, then transferred over through greater means.

That approach relied more on luck.

The other method was the one they favored more.

For worlds that were easier to infiltrate and influence, they would randomly select one lucky cult member from each world, then use dream visitation to make them sense the revelation of a "god" in their dreams. Of course, such "gods" might take the form of a "ferocious bleeding severed head," a "twisted and swollen brain," a "void-like and bizarre nightmare," or a "hanging, suffering angel."

And as long as authority and intimidation were established.

Then they would pass down some small pieces of dark knowledge, granting them the heavy responsibility of summoning "Demon's Son," "Hell's Child," or "Twisted Lolicon" in their respective worlds.

For organizations of that cult-like nature.

They would absolutely be easily bewitched by such high-ranking evil gods, then excitedly and fanatically throw themselves into the tide of striving for the great cause of their evil god.

As for why not manifest as a glorious, righteous image?

Ask yourself - which normal person would think that a revelation transmitted from hell came from the glorious and majestic God?

Does your God live in hell?!

There was no doubt whatsoever. The basic action guidelines were quickly finalized within this small meeting chamber, just waiting for the specific implementation to begin.

"Good."

Sir Aiwen raised his head, speaking seriously:

"In that case, it's settled. After I arrange the relevant matters, I'll notify everyone. So during this period, it's best if everyone doesn't leave Nightfall City. Does anyone have anything else to add?"

His gaze swept across the room, then he nodded and picked up his documents, saying:

"In that case, I'll..."

But before he could finish speaking, the silver-haired girl who had been sitting across from him with a calm expression raised her head and said:

"There's one more thing."

Sir Aiwen and the others' gazes immediately fell upon her.

The silver-haired girl's eyes were as calm as a still lake as she said: "I've always been curious... how did Lynn manage to survive under those circumstances? In fact, all of you have seen it before - hell's gaze caused his flesh and blood, his soul, and his strength to all undergo disordered stripping. In other words..."

"The rules maintaining his existence had already shown signs of collapsing."

Her gaze fell upon Sir Aiwen across from her, and she said:

"So under those circumstances... how did he survive?"

Sir Aiwen and the others' brows furrowed slightly as silence once again fell over the surroundings.

Dim and soundless.

...

Meanwhile.

In the corridor of the punk-style hotel.

Lynn, dressed in his Night Doctor attire with his plague doctor mask tucked under his arm, strode in large steps toward his room, his footsteps producing creaking sounds one after another in the bustling corridor.

He adjusted his monocle, a smiling look on his face, and removed the glove from his left hand. Gazing at his own palm, he said with a grin:

"Zuo Zuo, you haven't said a single word of greeting since I woke up. What's the matter? Still angry with me?"

He reached out and flicked the middle finger of his left hand.

Teasing her a bit.

But Zuo Zuo still gave no response whatsoever.

Just like an ordinary left hand.

Ignoring him completely.

Lynn shook his head with a helpless, wry smile.

Alright.

She was definitely still angry.

But his mind immediately recalled the words Sir Aiwen had told him.

"She dragged you up with sheer force. When we found you, she was dragging your blood-soaked body across the plaza, crying and screaming for help..."

Whether it was because their fates were intrinsically linked, or because they were simply one and the same, Zuo Zuo had saved him once again at a critical moment. If there was anyone in this world who least wanted to see him get hurt, it could only be his left hand, who had walked step by step alongside him to where they were now.

Just as she had said.

She never felt happy about saving him every time.

Because if she could have it her way, she would rather never have to save him at all. Every time such a situation occurred, it meant he had already fallen into danger, backing himself into a dead end.

So this was probably also the reason why, this time, after he had been awake for so long, Zuo Zuo had remained silent and hadn't spoken a single word to him.

"Don't be angry~ Didn't I survive after all? So don't sulk with me like a little kid. Here, have some candy~"

Lynn widened his eyes.

He pulled an earthworm-flavored lollipop out of System Space and waved it back and forth in front of his left hand's palm.