Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 673 The Lord's Revelation
An almost stagnant silence filled the carriage, with only the deep, rhythmic hum of the engine and the occasional slight bumps as the car rolled over uneven roads.

Feng Mu leaned back in the back seat, his face turned toward the car window, still staring blankly at the world in a daze.

Jiang Li was driving, focused on the road ahead. A black line also appeared above his head, like a strange antenna, shooting straight up from the roof of the car.

After a long while, Feng Mu silently withdrew his gaze, a deep sense of powerlessness gripping him.

He now has no idea what these black lines are, nor can he do anything about them.

Looking at it for too long seems to do nothing but increase psychological burden and a strange sense of nausea.

Feng Mu sighed helplessly, inevitably inhaling some of the black mist.

"It was just cleansed of its marrow, and it's already been contaminated again."

Feng Mu's heart sank slightly.

Although no prompts or warnings have yet appeared on the system panel in his mind, he can clearly feel that his body seems to have become slightly heavier in a daze.

A very subtle, sluggish sensation seemed to rise inside my body, as if a grain of sand had been blown into the interior of the most sophisticated instrument.

It may seem like just a grain of sand, harmless, but it can't withstand his continuous breathing; the sand will accumulate sooner or later!
"As long as the lower city remains shrouded in black mist, I will inevitably continue to be polluted."

At this rate, it won't be long before black energy accumulates in my body again, my internal organs are eroded once more, my senses are covered in dust again, and I might even return to a state of being a living dead..."

Thinking of this, Feng Mu's expression became slightly serious, and for the first time, the idea of ​​changing the city arose in his mind.

In the past, no matter how dark and dirty the lower city was, Feng Mu didn't care much; he would just embrace the darkness.

But if it's the kind of concrete "darkness" right now, then forget it.

It wasn't that he suddenly changed his nature and developed some lofty ideal of compassion and wanting to save the people from suffering.

Feng Mu wasn't that noble; his motives were much purer and more selfish. He simply wanted to give his "living environment" a thorough cleaning.

But this idea was just a vague notion, and it had only just been born.

Feng Mu hasn't yet figured out a specific way to do it or how to clean it.

"You can use the Marrow Cleansing Pill to cleanse yourself, but you can't possibly use it to cleanse the world, so how do you do it?"

If only these people, these buildings, everything in this lower town could self-clean like smart home appliances…

The moment this wildly imaginative thought flashed through my mind—

An extremely vague auditory hallucination, like a broken record on an old radio, invaded his mind without warning.

Feng Mu was startled and subconsciously held his breath, focusing all his attention inward in an attempt to capture this strange "auditory hallucination".

As he listened, he gradually realized that someone was praying to him, asking for guidance.

"The 'Hallucination' mentioned in the [Accomplice's Blessing] skill description?"

Feng Mu immediately realized what was happening.

Having understood the source, he almost subconsciously tried to "link" his consciousness toward the direction from which the prayer was coming.

Without instructions or operating guides, it seems to be an innate ability; the connection is established the instant a thought arises.

In an instant, the voice in my mind became crystal clear, no longer a blurry hallucination, but real words. I could even discern the trembling in the speaker's voice, the anger, and the deep-seated helplessness.

Not only that……

Feng Mu was surprised to find that his "perspective" seemed to have also changed.

He felt as if he had silently "hacked" into the prayer's consciousness, secretly turning on the other person's camera (eyes) without the other person noticing.

Therefore, he was no longer merely "hearing".

He "saw" it.

What comes into view is a slightly shaky 480p first-person perspective video.

An old wooden table sat with a half-eaten bowl of congee on it, and across from it sat a middle-aged man whose brows bore the heavy burden of life.

It looked like a conversation between a father and son at a dinner table, a scene he was all too familiar with.

In fact, according to the skill description, with Feng Mu's current level of [Agent's Blessing lv2], he should not have this ability of "visual sharing" and should only be able to "listen" to prayers.

But who told him to secretly form a "Nascent Soul"?

This is an invisible benefit brought to him by the "Nascent Soul" stage, but Feng Mu himself is unaware of it and still thinks it is just the effect of the skill itself.

Feng Mu quietly "observed" all of this, sensing through Chen Fengrui's eyes and ears the anger, suppressed flames, and intense gratitude and prayers in his heart.

Feng Mu still had some doubts:
"Strange, the agent I've been letting run wild is so fanatical about me. Could this be the 'Saint' mentioned in the skill description, someone with potential and qualifications?!"

Feng Mu's thoughts were stirred. Listening to the conversation between the father and son, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if struck by a sudden enlightenment, and a spark of inspiration appeared in his mind regarding methods for cleansing... no, for purifying the world...

Hearing his father's answer, Chen Fengrui never imagined that the answer would be so "unbelievable".

He didn't want to believe the truth, especially now that he too had become a person who had gained power.

"Will a poor person who has power shut up other poor people? So, now that I have power, then... no, no, I will never become that kind of person!"

Chen Fengrui did not refute his father's words, but silently made a vow in his heart.

Seeing that her son seemed to have been persuaded, he finally lowered his head and obediently ate his meal.

The middle-aged man stopped discussing this heavy topic and instead offered some words of advice:

"After all, the city is better now than it was in your grandfather's time; at least, everyone can register as a citizen now."

"You should go register today and then report to the government office. Your dad asked your third uncle to pull some strings and got you a temporary job there."

Chen Fengrui stopped drinking his porridge, a surge of anger rising within him again, and he reverted to his previous attitude of finding fault with everything.

"Third Uncle? Ha—he's just a security guard at the government building. What connections could he possibly have? Tell me, how much money did he take from our family this time…?"

"you shut up!"

The middle-aged man let out a low growl, veins throbbing on his forehead.

"He's your uncle after all, would he really cheat our family? Besides, what do you know? He can work as a security guard at the Executive Yuan, which makes him different from us."

I've also inquired about it. There used to be a temporary worker in the gatehouse, but he accidentally got electrocuted and died on his way home on a rainy day, which is why the position became vacant.

Your uncle spent money and begged people to get your name in, and even then, you still had to compete with two other people, and in the end, only one person could be selected.

You...you'd better step up your game and perform well to try and get a permanent position! Otherwise..."

The man's voice lowered, and he said wearily:
"Otherwise, our family won't have any more money to mess around with you, and you'll really only be able to... only be able to burn corpses at the incinerator, or climb mountains of garbage at the sanitation department."

People in those places don't live long..."

The middle-aged man rambled on and on, making Chen Fengrui incredibly irritated. This irritation wasn't entirely directed at his father's cowardice, but more at Shangcheng, the Executive Government, and this damned world.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to work for the government.

He has a fairly sound moral compass. In his eyes, the injustice suffered by the people of the lower city was caused by the government, and working for the government was tantamount to aiding and abetting evil.

He doesn't want to!

Just then, his mouth suddenly froze, the refusal that had reached the tip of his tongue was frozen in place.

A cold and majestic voice entered his mind; it was the voice of "the Lord," the guidance of "the Lord."

"Agree to his request and infiltrate the government!"

After bestowing upon him power for free, the great "Lord" also revealed wisdom to him.

This revelation was, to him, an oracle.

Chen Fengrui froze, his pupils dilating and becoming unfocused for a moment.

A few seconds later, an almost overflowing ecstasy broke through the usual sarcasm and indifference on his face. He quickly lowered his head, using the act of drinking porridge to hide the turbulent tsunami in his heart.

He took a deep breath, forcing his racing heart to calm down, then put down his chopsticks, raised his head, and his expression became unusually serious, even carrying an unprecedented solemnity:
"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely get a permanent position and stay in the Executive Government."

The middle-aged man had prepared a set of words to properly educate his son, but he never expected his son to suddenly become so... obedient?

Hearing his son's ambitious words, for some reason, instead of feeling gratified, he felt a faint unease.

Was it his lecture that finally made his son realize the truth?
He opened his mouth, but in the end only managed to squeeze out a dry sentence:
"It's good that you understand. As long as you can stay in the government building, you'll be different from everyone else."

Chen Fengrui nodded in agreement:
"Yes, I'm different from others!"

He quickly finished the remaining porridge in the bowl, casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and suddenly stood up:

"I'll go register now, and then go directly to the government office to find my third uncle."

The movement was so fast that it almost knocked over the chair.

He grabbed the old coat from the back of the chair and hurried toward the door, his steps so light he almost jumped.

For Chen Fengrui, the whole world had been turned upside down the moment the "Lord" sent down the divine oracle.

Before divine revelation, working for the government was considered self-degradation, aiding and abetting evil, and a pathetic compromise with this messed-up world.

But after receiving the divine decree, this is called... being ordered to infiltrate the enemy's ranks.

Yes, among the 44 agents, Chen Fengrui may not be the strongest, but he definitely has the most upright values. Deep down, he harbors a sense of mission that he cherishes.

Perhaps it's naive, perhaps it's superficial... but he really wants to do something big.

Chen Fengrui is a true born rebel.

Even the great Lord Feng Mu never imagined that a spark of revolution was hidden among his agents.

Revolution is good!

Isn't revolution just the self-cleaning process of the human world?

....
Chen Fengrui walked quickly down the crowded and noisy street.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning low-quality energy, the greasy aroma of food stalls, and the smell of sweat and fatigue emanating from countless people.

This is the everyday air in the downtown area: murky and heavy, bearing no resemblance to the "sweetness" touted in advertisements.

The streets are lined with densely packed shacks and old buildings, with pipes and cables of various types winding between the exterior walls like exposed blood vessels and nerves. Many joints are still leaking an unidentified liquid, which pools on the ground to form suspicious stains.

However, all this filth and grime could not diminish the overwhelming joy that was welling up inside Chen Fengrui.

"Lord, the Lord has answered me!"

The thought echoed wildly in his mind, like the most inspiring war drum, making his heart pound and his blood boil.

He forced himself to keep from shouting out loud in the street, instead letting the words resonate deeply within his heart:

"Lord! I will obey your command! I will definitely infiltrate the government and will never fail your expectations!"

Feng Mu, who was half-possessed by Chen Fengrui's consciousness, felt a little helpless as he listened to the constant, breathless declarations of loyalty echoing in his ears.

"Say it once is enough... I'm not deaf, there's no need to repeat it over and over again."

he muttered to himself.

But he did not stop this enthusiasm.

Perhaps... this is the fanaticism inherent in 'saints'?

Also good.

After all, from Feng Mu's perspective, apart from bestowing upon them a negligible amount of power for free, he didn't do anything else.

But what about the other party?

He had already developed such a blind and fervent worship for himself; the return on investment was so high that even Feng Mu himself felt a little... embarrassed.

The key point is that he is practically half-possessed by the other person at this moment, and he can see through any of the other person's emotional fluctuations. He can feel that this person is extremely loyal to him and even has a strong will to die for him.

By analogy, this person's loyalty is roughly on par with Guan Zhong's.

That's outrageous.

Guan Zhong was often by his side and constantly influenced by him, but what was his purpose?
I just can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.

Feng Mu could only attribute it to the special constitution of "saints," who were naturally more easily influenced by "the Lord."

Feng Mu, too lazy to dwell on the matter any longer, composed himself and responded in a detached and aloof tone befitting his status as "Master," amidst Chen Fengrui's turbulent thoughts:
"It's not that I want you to infiltrate, but rather that the answer you crave, the path you seek, is right there."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fengrui's face flushed red instantly, as if he had received tremendous encouragement and inspiration.

His inner screams echoed even more fervently:

“I understand! I fully understand the Lord’s meaning! The Lord doesn’t need me to do anything; the Lord is just revealing himself to me.”

Feng Mu: "..."

Is that what he meant?

Hmm, it's not impossible!
Feng Mu felt that Chen Fengrui's understanding and interpretation of His words were quite accurate and very much in line with the position and prestige that a "Lord" should have.

Therefore, Feng Mu readily accepted this interpretation and replied:
"The road is beneath your feet. I cannot walk it for you, but I can offer you a glimmer of light to guide you."

(End of this chapter)