Devil's Bible

Chapter 109 Al and Fas (Tenth update of the twentieth chapter since its release)

South area.

It's a place similar to the North District, but with a population several times that of the North District.

The entire town of Baiwei has a nominal population of only 500,000.

However, the southern district is now estimated to have more than 500,000 people.

The population of the North District is clear. Apart from some nobles who might harbor private assassins and soldiers, the population is roughly accurate, with less than 100,000 people in the North District.

Therefore, it is more comfortable and cleaner than the North District.

The environmental sanitation in the South District seems to never improve.

There was garbage everywhere, excrement was everywhere, and the air was filled with a stench.

Arsi Kia, or as he is commonly known by those who know him, is Arsi Kia.

He was somewhat uneasy as he was led into an alleyway on the seventh street of the South District.

A lot of people have already gathered here.

It's clear that these people aren't of high status; many of them don't even own a complete set of clothes.

They surrounded someone from the same social class, their eyes burning with desire.

It wasn't that they were trying to rob or anything like that.

If it were a robbery or some other violent activity, this place wouldn't be so quiet; it would be much noisier.

His new friend wouldn't bring him here either.

The person surrounded was not afraid of the large number of people; on the contrary, he was very excited and talked at length.

"From now on, you will follow us. I will establish a new gang and teach you strength. Then you can eat whatever you want."

"The god of fiction will protect us!" the man said, adding this last sentence.

Al was stunned, and then a cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Unlike these people, he had a surname and knew about religious matters.

The area on the back of the Azure Whale is the domain of the God of Discipline, where other gods are generally not allowed to proselytize.

If such a cult exists, it is almost always a cult.

Al had never heard of this fictional god.

"There's a big problem!" Al realized this and quickly grabbed his companion's hand, wanting to take him with him.

His companion was a laborer whose name, given to him casually by his family, was Fas, which means a type of bread without sawdust or husks.

At this moment, Fass was also looking intently at the peer in the crowd who was talking eloquently.

He was only fourteen years old, and every day he had to move all kinds of goods at the dock. Although his name was Fas, he had never eaten Fas before.

"Can I eat Phos then?" Phos asked excitedly, completely unaware of his friend Al's tugging at him.

"You can eat, you can eat everything!" The person in the center immediately said when he heard someone cheering, "You can eat as much as you want in Phos, and you can also drink as much milk as you want!"

As the man spoke, most of the people surrounding him had a gleam in their eyes, as if they could see those wonderful days ahead.

"But what about the Rope Gang?" At the Seventh Street Wharf, there is a gang called the Rope Gang. Those people control the wharf and the Seventh Street area, and collect protection money.

Most of these people were laborers who usually wouldn't even glance at the members of the Rope Gang. If they did, they would be beaten severely.

"Don't be afraid, the God of Illusion has granted me power!" The man laughed loudly, told those surrounding him to move aside, and then took off his clothes.

His thin body was covered in scars, which was normal.

In the South District, who hasn't been beaten up a few times?

What Al found unusual was the inverted pentagram magic circle on the man's chest. At that moment, the man clenched his fist tightly and slammed it into his chest.

Then a wisp of black aura emanated from the inverted pentagram formation.

These auras lingered around the man, and his withered body instantly swelled up as if inflated.

"Come on, pick up the stick on the ground." His sudden change in demeanor startled many of the people around him.

The fact that they can do manual labor and haven't joined a gang after all this time speaks volumes about their weakness.

It's fine to joke around casually, but when something really happens, I get scared.

"I'll do it!" Phos seemed to have been blinded by the promise of all-you-can-eat Phos, and he immediately picked up a stick from the ground.

"Throw it at me!" the man said, and then told Phos to do it.

Phos was not intimidated and raised his stick to strike.

The stick snapped in two, but not a single red mark appeared on the man's body.

He dusted off the sawdust off his clothes and looked around smugly.

"See that? This is power. I'm not even afraid of knives now!" As he spoke, the man withdrew the black aura around his body and stopped using it.

According to the person who made the agreement, his power can be activated at any time, but can only be used for half an hour at a time.

The power will dissipate after half an hour.

He needs to win over more people who believe in this fictional god in order to continuously gain this power.

If he can be won over to a certain extent, he can also enter the fictional agreement, sign the agreement that changes his own fate, and become an agreement holder.

The undeniable power excited everyone around them.

They surrounded the man, asking him more questions.

However, this person did not say anything more. He only said that if you wanted to gain power, you had to join the Black Star gang he founded. Then he kept making empty promises, saying what he would do in the future so that everyone could live a good life.

This kind of rhetoric is very appealing; at least Al noticed that Fas next to him was completely captivated.

"Al, didn't you say you wanted to find an opportunity to learn some breathing techniques and meditation to gain power?"

“This is a great opportunity! How about we join the Black Star Gang together?!” At least Fass remembered that he had brought a friend with him.

He asked Al with a face full of excitement.

"Hurry, Phos!" Although Al had fallen into his current predicament, his experience told him that this kind of power and this method of proselytizing were far too dangerous.

"What's wrong?" Fass was still caught up in his excitement and looked at his friend with a puzzled expression.

Before Al could explain in detail, a commotion came from not far away.

A group of people with ropes tied around their shoulders gathered around from both ends of the alley.

"It's the Rope Gang!" Fass, who had been turned around by Al, immediately spotted the group and cried out in terror.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" The newly formed leader of the Black Star Gang stepped forward and shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, the alleyway was too noisy, and the people were so frightened by the mention of the Rope Gang that they wanted to run away.

His shouts, aside from drawing some people to his side, did little to calm them down.

In the end, they are nothing more than a rabble.

However, the leader of the Black Star Gang was quite capable. He knew very well that only by winning could he gain the trust of these people and then boost their courage.

And so a great battle ensued.

　The character Arsiqia is based on a story by a reader named Leiquqian from the Longtao Lou book club, and her personality has been slightly modified.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)