From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 346 In America, even demons can be believed (Bonus chapter for monthly votes: 18 chapters)

At the very moment Bai Yang snapped his fingers, in a city not far away, the voice of a father unable to contain his anger rang out.

"What do you mean my son has been confirmed as brain dead and is eligible for an organ transplant?"

He was in the hospital at the time, arguing with several people dressed in white who claimed to be staff members of an organ donation association.

"Sir, this is the medical record from the hospital. It clearly states that your son is brain dead!" a staff member said. "According to the organ donation agreement he signed before his death, we need to retrieve his organs while ensuring their survival!"

Please don't interfere with our work, okay?

Hearing this, the man couldn't hold back any longer. "My whole family are Christians. It's impossible for us to sign such an agreement. Besides, my son isn't dead. Just half an hour ago, he was calling for his father! Where did you get your medical records?"

Upon hearing this, the staff looked at the doctor standing behind the man with a mixture of helplessness and irritation. The doctor immediately understood and said directly, "Mr. Perrick, you are hallucinating due to excessive grief. Your son was already brain dead when he entered the hospital yesterday!"

Upon hearing this, the man turned around frantically, gripping the doctor's shoulder tightly. "You're lying! You were asking me for money yesterday, saying that $50,000 could save my son. Now I've paid, and my son is wailing in his hospital bed, and you're telling me he's dead!"

“He cried and screamed all night long, everyone could hear him. Do you think I'm an idiot?”

Hearing this, the doctor hardened his expression and said fiercely, "Looks like you're unwilling to sign..."

"I refuse! My son didn't sign this agreement, you can't do this!" the old man shouted, then a stun gun was viciously plunged into his abdomen, and he collapsed, unable to speak.

Meanwhile, the doctor was being complained about by several staff members: "Dr. Drake, this is the third time you've caused us trouble. How many times have we told you to clean things up properly? How can there still be such a patient's family member causing trouble?"

"Sigh, I remember putting sleeping pills in his cup, why didn't it work?" Dr. Drake said with some doubt. "Never mind, it doesn't matter anyway. You don't need to handle the follow-up work. Take the organ back!"

"Very good, Dr. Drake, this is your third set of human organs. Two more sets and you'll have paid off your debt to the League!" The staff member nodded sternly, then asked, "Are you sure they're alive?"

“Didn’t this old man already tell you? He was screaming before he was anesthetized, of course he’s alive!” Drake said. “He’s a great young man, perfectly healthy. If you didn’t need this, I wouldn’t have operated on him and left him in this critical condition…”

"You're starting to feel sorry for him? Dr. Drake, this is our deal. The sins are all on you. If you hadn't been in debt from gambling, would you be only now starting to pay it back?"

"Isn't that because you saw me as a famous surgeon and deliberately seduced me?"

"Alright, stop talking about that. Let's hurry up and retrieve the organs. It won't be good if we're too late. The recipients of our organs are waiting to use them!"

The conversation between the two reached the ears of the man lying on the ground. His eyes widened in fury, and he tried to stand up to stop them, but he only felt his body convulsing and had nowhere to turn.

"My child, I'm so sorry. I wanted to find you a good doctor. It's all my fault..." The man cried, but he couldn't fall into a coma.

The man's name was Logan Perrick, and he was a small farmer on this large ranch in California.

In an attempt to save his son, he mortgaged his farm to the bank and borrowed money, hoping to improve his son's health. Now he realizes that his actions have instead sent his son to hell.

And soon, he would be going to hell—the fact that the doctor let him overhear such a conversation meant that the other party had no intention of letting him live.

Logan felt only anger, not even a trace of fear, after all, he had lost everything—family, career… he had lost everything, and he was even about to die.

Just then, he heard the news playing on the old public television in the corridor.

"During this terrible crisis in Los Angeles, the Holy See demonstrated an exceptionally high level of competence, expelling the demons and protecting the city... Governor Newland personally went to Los Angeles Cathedral to thank Her Highness Saint Caroline for her help..."

"The saint said that they have driven out the great demon, and as long as everyone believes in God, the remaining demons can be driven out!"

"Here, we remind all viewers once again: do not believe any of the demons' words, nor perform any sacrifices or prayers, for what they want is your soul and everything..." Hearing this, Logan suddenly said, "My soul and everything? Demons of hell, if you can hear my words, then take my soul, my body, everything I have..."

"Anyway, I have nothing left but my soul..."

Then, a voice that seemed to carry the smell of sulfurous smoke rang in his ears, "This kind of prayer? Interesting!"

"Since you offer up your soul, then hell will give you power! Humans, it's always at this point that you're willing to believe in Satan!"

Scalding steam billowed from Logan's body, causing him to let out a painful scream. The scream was so clear and real that it even drew the attention of many people still outside.

Drake, who was in the operating room, also heard the voice. He held a scalpel and said, "I'll take care of it. Maybe you can get the second complete set of organs before tomorrow!"

"That won't do, we didn't bring anything. You have to keep him alive until tomorrow!" the two staff members said. "But bringing him here first is fine too, let him get a good night's sleep and detox, then we can complete our mission perfectly!"

Upon hearing this mocking remark, Drake remained silent, walked out of the room, and found that the screams from before had ceased.

He opened the door, but did not see the old man. Instead, he saw a pool of something that looked like sulfur on the ground.

"What is this?" Drake was puzzled by the pungent smell of sulfur, but his confusion quickly disappeared when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Hello, Dr. Drake..." The next second, Drake's scalpel precisely pierced the ribs of the person behind him, the position he knew that would render someone unable to resist the fastest.

But what he heard was not the sound of a knife cutting into flesh, but a crisp "ding" sound—the scalpel... had broken.

His head was turned around, and he saw this "person," but now it was no longer a person, but a monster covered in scales.

But you can still vaguely tell from his face that this is the old man he deceived and knocked down, Logan Perrick, but the other party has become a complete monster!

The monster released him, walked out of there, and headed towards the operating room.

However, this has nothing to do with Drake, because when his head was turned around, his body didn't turn around.

Meanwhile, the people busy in the operating room didn't notice the monster that walked in through the door, its footsteps reeking of sulfur...

"Recently, several supernatural killings have occurred in the vicinity of Los Angeles, including in areas such as hospitals, schools, office buildings, and villa districts. Many people have begun going to churches, hoping to find refuge..."

"Here, we reiterate the most important point: the American government reminds everyone that those who believe in the devil will go to hell!"

Snap! Bai Yang casually switched the channel to a special interview program:

"Mr. Gray, is the recent salary increase and the provision of insurance for all company employees a benefit increase due to the company's IPO?"

"No, no, no, Miss Reporter, you can't say that. I believe these are things that employees should receive, not something about going public!"

"Ah, it seems Mr. Gray is unaware of the recent story about the chairman of a certain listed company whose entire family was murdered by a special demon because of unpaid wages?"

"Of course, but I am a devout Catholic, and I think the Bible is right; we should all have faith in the Lord. So I am willing to pay my employees back wages..."

Seeing this, Bai Yang's lips curled into a slight smile. "There will always be someone who takes action, and there will always be someone who suffers. In this country, these things are not necessarily a bad thing!"

P.S.: I finally finished writing it! (Hands on hips)

(End of this chapter)