From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 49 The Greedy

"Hahahaha! Very good, very good!" Baphomet laughed, and then, amidst his laughter, he was surrounded by an even larger ball of flame in front of Remus!

Soon, a figure radiating a dark, eerie glow appeared before Remus.

It has a sheep's head, a human body, a pair of huge bat wings, legs with hooves similar to those of even-toed ungulates, and a jet-black tail!

Now, he looks just like a demon!

However, his body did not emit the so-called sulfurous smell, nor was it a real entity, but rather a projected phantom.

The phantom placed its hand on Remus's back, and a strange power immediately entered Remus's body, while an ancient and solemn incantation was recited from Baphomet's mouth:

"I swear by the wisdom of Satan hanging upside down!"
Let the power of the contract penetrate the nine layers of flint hell—

When your horseshoes shatter the halo of the temple,
My teeth will gnaw through the angel's trumpet.
Until the day Nineveh falls,
May the sparks of hell's furnace forever etch your name!

As soon as he finished speaking, a mysterious inverted pentagram rose from the ground as if it were glowing with hellfire, and appeared around Remus's body!

Within Baphomet's phantom image, a drop of a special silver substance slowly drooped from one of his ram horns!

"Drip!" The drop of molten silver seemed to have a spirit, falling onto Remus's back and then seeping into his spine!

"Ah!" Remus felt a pain that was indescribable. He felt his spine, his back, and his soul being torn into countless pieces at that moment, bringing him terrible pain that was hard for him to bear!
This pain seemed to last for a very long time, making Remus feel that time was so long and the world was so unfamiliar!
After a long while, Remus recovered from this pain.

At this moment, a piece of parchment still remained before him, bearing Baphomet's words:

"Your soul, your faith, your emotions, and your sacred feelings already belong to hell! At this moment, the pact is made!"

The parchment burned and turned to ashes before his eyes, but another parchment remained tightly clutched in his hand.

This contract was Remus's indenture.

He moved his fingers, wanting to pick it up again to take a look, but the parchment turned into a beam of light and appeared on his chest, transforming into a sheep's head tattoo.

Having failed to review the indenture again, Remus had no choice but to assess his own situation first.

The dagger in his chest had fallen to the ground, and the area where he had been injured seemed to be completely healed, appearing very smooth.

If it weren't for the dark red blood on the ground silently telling him that what had happened wasn't an illusion, Remus would have had doubts for a while.

"Wait, my eyes!" Remus suddenly realized something was wrong; he was now binocular, not monocular!
His blind eye is healed!

As his gaze moved downwards, a complete foot emerged from beneath the openwork trouser leg, and another hand was moving on its own inside the side sleeve!

In that instant, he became a "living person" again, and was no longer a useless person!
“I’m back!” Remus said softly, gazing in a certain direction of the city. “Are you ready?”

……

U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs, New York Division, Manhattan Division.

Will Harden was sitting happily in his chair, opening his Nasdaq account to check his earnings.

Then, he saw a sea of ​​red and slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Damn it! How did these guys operate? I bought so many stocks, and not a single one went up, they're all falling!" Looking at the bleak scene, Director Weil felt a sharp pain in his heart. "Looks like I'll have to dig some more money out of the account!"

However, he felt no remorse whatsoever for embezzling public funds!

What about veterans' pensions and wounded soldiers' subsidies? Is this money yours to ask for?
A bunch of social parasites, they haven't suffered any real harm but they keep clamoring for emotional support. What good can they be?

Of course, even if they are injured, Will won't give them anything. If he gives one, wouldn't he have to give them to the others too?
Then his embezzlement of public funds would be exposed, wouldn't it?
That won't do. He can't use his own money to speculate in stocks, so he can only use the money of these veterans.

"If all else fails, how about we use these people's names to prescribe some psychotropic drugs and sell them to them?" Will suddenly thought this was a good idea!
Drug use is rampant in the US military, largely due to drug abuse within the armed forces!
Therefore, the Department of Veterans Affairs also has a dedicated medical system and hospitals that can help retired soldiers get these medications better.

However, the drug did not actually reach the veterans; instead, it was taken by these people and then sold to them on the black market.

“Making money twice for one dose of medicine, it’s not much, it’s all hard-earned money!” Will thought to himself, picking up his phone. “Have you dealt with that crippled freak yet? He comes every week, and almost attracted reporters, what a nuisance!”

"Of course, esteemed Director!" the voice on the phone replied obsequiously. "I spoke with two of Brother Ni's, and they said they'll shut him up forever!"

“Good, you didn’t find it yourself, did you?” Will asked.

"Of course not. You know, there are always people who like to act as middlemen, and all they want is money; they don't need anything else!" The man's voice on the other end of the phone sounded unusually obsequious. "Director, what about my promotion report?"

"Promotion? What kind of promotion!" Will said bluntly, "Isn't Old John retiring next month? Of course you have to do his share too!"

On the other end of the phone, there was boundless elation, "Hehehe! Yes, yes, I'm young, I should do more work!"

Will hung up the phone, lay back in his chair contentedly, and pondered what to do next.

"Looks like another compensation payment is due soon, right? Let's check who has no connections or channels to get it, and deduct half of it first!"

He muttered to himself, then started working again!
Of course, you think the other half doesn't get deducted? That's impossible. The other half goes to those people who are above him; Will doesn't get that much.

As Will, wearing headphones and continuing to work hard for his financial future, had his door to the Veterans Affairs Department downstairs slowly closed by a man.

The two security guards at the door watched the man closing the door, noticing his tattered clothes and torn pants, and picked up their stun guns.

Of course, you can't openly carry guns on the streets of New York, so stun guns are their best weapon.

Looking at the two security guards who had thrown him out, Remus said without any emotion, "I'm a veteran, here to collect my pension and unemployment benefits!"

Hearing him say that, the two security guards made way for him.

They didn't connect this man with the one they had thrown out before, even though their faces were similar.

Who would believe that this man was the good-for-nothing they threw out? It's obviously impossible.

Remus walked straight ahead, his target being the middle-aged teller at the counter window, the one who had repeatedly rejected his application and even thrown him out.

However, the other person was not across the window, but near the balcony, talking on the phone.

Remus's ears twitched. The demonic power had greatly enhanced his senses, allowing him to hear the other person's words...

(End of this chapter)