From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 227 The Asura has appeared, where is your god?

Ten minutes later, a trading company employee named "Kumar," looking fearful and dazed, led Jari into the factory.

Behind them lay a trail of severed limbs and a bloody graffiti.

Jiali, in his Asura-like manner, showed these people what revenge truly means!

Therefore, even after arriving at the factory, Kumar's heart was filled with an unspeakable fear.

Because just now, he clearly witnessed a horrific massacre!
All the murderers are dead, and the security guards who came along with them are also dead!
Those sharp spikes, the red blades piercing the men's bodies, the claws that could rip out hearts, and the red flames that finally burned the five corpses—all of these told him what kind of thing they had provoked!
They've messed with a monster, a monster that can rip people apart and tear them apart!

A monster that can withstand bullets and is faster than bullets!

A monster that can pierce people with blood-red spikes!

This monster can also unleash red flames, burning the corpses of several people who looked like his relatives!

At that moment, Kumar wished he could grab the guy who was in charge of choosing the "targets," shove the big stick in his hand into every opening in the other's body, and stir it around wildly to vent his hatred.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that, because the guy had already been cut into three pieces and hung in three different places on the wall, nailed to death by red blood spikes.

After a satisfying killing spree, Jiali felt a sense of peace and tranquility, his Asura instincts bringing him a sense of well-being.

So he followed his instincts and went to the factory, asking Kumar to take him to find the factory's owner!

He wanted to question the other party: it was one thing to collect corpses, but why collect living people as well?

Jari himself made a living by disposing of corpses, so he didn't mind doing so. Thousands of families in the slum survived this way, and that's what they were grateful for about the factory!
But now, the other party is even taking in living people and is actively sending people out to kill them. He can't accept that!
If he were still the same Dalit he was before, his inability to accept it would be completely useless; he could only bury his head in the Ganges and fantasize about what it would be like to become a Brahmin.

But now, everything is different. He has become Asura, he has become a true superhuman!
If he doesn't accept it, he'll destroy the other person, question them, and kill them!
Jerry felt comfortable and good about this feeling. He felt like those high and mighty Brahmins who could take other people's lives at will!

Those people rely on their status, wealth, and caste, but he is different; he relies only on himself!

Guided by Kumar, Jari found the factory manager and carried out his interrogation and killing.

His motto is to not let anyone involved in this matter go unpunished!
Now, all his enemies are dead.

So he sat down comfortably in the factory manager's office and decided to take a rest. He was indeed a little tired after killing all the high-ranking officials in the factory.

Of course, Jiali, who had little formal education and had never seen modern technology, was unaware that a camera above his head was recording his every move clearly!

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"Please, don't kill me! I can give you all my money!" The scene shows the factory manager kneeling and begging for mercy from a dark-skinned man.

But instead of forgiveness and understanding, he received a blood-red thorn that grew from the other person's index finger.

"I have forgiven you, but who will forgive my mother, wife, son, and daughter? Who will forgive my father?"

"Just because you need fresh corpses, does that mean my whole family should die?"

"Now, you can die too! I haven't killed your whole family yet, so remember to thank me after you die!"

The factory manager knelt on the ground and actually expressed his gratitude to him. Then, a red spike pierced his skull, and he died on the ground.

Then, the man knelt on the ground and prayed to some being: "Revered King of the Moonlit Asura, I will use these deaths to prove my devotion to you..."

His prayers were incoherent, containing inappropriate terms or Dalit slang; in short, they didn't resemble proper sacrificial prayers but rather aimless rambling.

But what appeared in his chanting were red flames and blood-red spikes—these peculiar things filled the room! Anyone could see that these were signs of a successful prayer!
So they also knew the source of this man's power: the Asura King... those monsters and demons who fought against the gods of heaven in legends!
In the conference room of the Kolkata City Police Department, the police chief, the mayor, and the heads of several major city families sat on either side, watching the scene before them.

The police chief dared not speak, because everyone in front of him was of higher status than him. Even though he was a Kshatriya, in the eyes of these people he was nothing more than a servant.

Therefore, the first to speak was a councilor named Singh, "You should all know about the Moon-Blocking Asura King, right?"

"I know, [Ra Tong Luo] Asura King, His name is among the twelve Asura Kings who attacked the Heavenly Realm!"

Among those present, a man dressed as a priest said, "These are demons and monsters driven to the earth by the gods, and they are monsters that should be destroyed! The great god Shiva destroyed them before, and now that they have descended again, they will surely be destroyed once more!"

His identity was known to all; he was the Brahmin high priest of Calcutta, and his name was Arjun, which means courage and wisdom.

"So, the Asuras have already descended upon our world. Where are your gods?"

"I asked the senator named Singh with a scornful look."

"You! You are blaspheming the gods!" Arjun glared at him angrily, but it didn't have much effect. After all... the other man was a Sikh and could indeed ignore him.

In the end, Mayor Pandit stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Let's not argue like this. We are all members of Kolkata, and we need to give an explanation because the transaction of Sin's Trading Company not only concerns our profits but also the thoughts of several international buyers!"

"If we let this Asura take over the factory, the international supply of goods will be cut off within a few days, and we will be questioned by them!"

When it came to making money, everyone became much more enthusiastic and began to express their opinions.

"This is the symbol of our extraordinary arrival. Perhaps we can use it for publicity and tell people all over the world that we in Barat also have our own extraordinary beings! This extraordinary being is definitely more powerful than the Archbishop of America's Destiny, the dragon slayer of Northern Europe, and the divine warrior of South America!"

"Shouldn't we be able to make contact with him? He's a Dalit? From now on, he's a Brahmin, someone with divine blood. How could he be a Dalit? Those people who did the statistics a long time ago must have made a mistake!"

"Yes, his wife died, so we'll send him a new wife! We can give him Brahmins or Kshatriyas, but he's an extraordinary being. Making him one of us would be more cost-effective!"

"Yes, yes, I have many daughters. If we give one to him, he'll become one of ours, won't he?"

"Could we go even further? If he can contact Asura, can't he also contact the gods and have them bless us? Then we can just kill him directly, wouldn't that be better?"

"Just a Dalit, does he really think he can climb all over us?"

As expected of the collective wisdom and efforts, various plans came out, which gave everyone more confidence.

It's just an Asura, and a Dalit at that. It's too easy to fool him!
Many people are confident that they can recruit others and make them one of their own.

Many years ago, they did this when faced with invading Aryans, and they can still do it now.

However, at this moment, the Brahmin high priest named Arjun was clearly thinking more than those around him. He was more knowledgeable about various legends, so he had more fantastical ideas in his mind:
"Asura, isn't he our chosen warrior? Asura is also a god, a Brahmin, and should be our divine warrior. So as long as he submits, he can directly become our power!"

"By then, the power in this city will have been replaced!"

Arjun stared intently at Singh, the Sikh. The reason why Sikhism was able to grow so powerful in this country was because of the group of fearless warriors under their command.

But now, they have real heavenly warriors on their side. Asuras are also gods, and Asuras' warriors are also Brahmin warriors!

Arjun trembled with excitement; he seemed to already see it: him leading the Asura warriors, fighting his way into the Sikh temples, and then loudly questioning them:
"Our gods, our warriors, the Asuras, have appeared. Where are your Sikh gods?"

And this kind of performance can even be seamlessly integrated into Islam!
By then, he will be the great hero who converted countless Sikhs and even Muslims to Hinduism!

Arjun laughed at the thought!
He didn't see that more people joined him in laughing, exchanging bewildered glances.

If you haven't succeeded, dream first—that's the daily routine!
(End of this chapter)