Should I raise you too?

It's not impossible to investigate on my own, but it's too much trouble. Having finally become an evil god, of course I want to enjoy the pleasure of coercing others to work!

He brought up Elsie's light screen and quickly began writing.

Simon became curious when he noticed that the crew hadn't been checked or questioned.

"You have triggered a task."

"Task: Investigate the mystery, gather information, and report back to Simon."

"You will receive rewards based on your mission completion rate and the increase in Simon's favorability."

I'll give you a reward, and you'll make €€ forget about me, okay?

Elsie sat on a wooden chair in the economy class dining car and sighed deeply.

She would rather be hunted by a demigod than be targeted by an evil god; the former still had a chance of escape, while the latter offered no hope whatsoever.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

After a simple meal of bread and oatmeal, Elsie pondered the meaning of the writing on the glass.

Bad news, there really is something strange about this ship.

Good news, this strange thing has nothing to do with the evil god Simon, who is also curious.

Elsie made the sign of the cross. Although she didn't know who on the ship was up to or what they were up to, they were now being targeted by an evil god, and their future was sealed. She prayed for them.

Stepping out of the restaurant, Elsie went to the deck. The stern deck was already packed with people. She nimbly flipped over a few times and, using the cargo shed for cover, climbed onto the first deck.

It's a good thing that no one on the ship is investigating the missing person case; she can go back to second class and use the facilities there.

Leaning against the deck of the second-class cabin, gazing at the shimmering sea below, Elsie summoned the glass block and pondered how to complete the task.

Since this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Evil God, there's nothing to be afraid of; after all, she's a fourth-tier transcendent being.

In the past three days, she has conducted some preliminary investigations.

The guy she used as a stand-in hadn't been forgotten. When they inquired about his whereabouts, they learned that he was unwell and being cared for by his companions.

In other words, this is a gang!

Coincidentally, the other members of the gang were all people tainted by sin, and were candidates to become Elsie's stand-in.

Therefore, the leader of this gang was easily identified as one of the three guilty men in first class.

Elsie initially suspected it was the colonial merchant, because they were heading to the same destination. The Kingdom Star stopped at three ports in the Southern Continent, and they disembarked at the same port in all of them.

Thinking of this, Elsie felt she needed to report on her work first, because the colonial merchants had been playing cards with Mr. Simon.

She looked around, jumped off the railing, and clung to the edge of the round window on the ship's side. Moving nimbly, she quickly found Simon's room.

The porthole wasn't locked, so Elsie opened it and crawled inside.

She took out paper and pen from her desk, wrote down her findings, and then took a walk around the room.

She was curious about how an evil god would live, but the result greatly disappointed her.

There was absolutely nothing in the room that would reveal the identity of an evil god—no corpses, no imprisoned spirits, no ravaged girls, nothing at all.

This evil god lives an extremely simple life.

Elsie climbed out of the porthole and returned the way she came. On the way, she passed by the first-class restaurant and went in to grab two soft bread rolls, which were much tastier than the hard bread rolls in the economy class restaurant.

Back on the second-class deck, she changed her clothes, disguised herself as a waiter, and conducted a detailed investigation.

……

After Elsie left, Simon went back to his room, picked up the paper on the table, and quickly scanned it.

"It's that colonial merchant?" Alysander asked in surprise.

Simon was also somewhat surprised that the ringleader of the incident was actually the colonial merchant he had been playing cards with all along.

The "Sin" spell is really convenient; it allows you to see someone's sins instantly and quickly lock onto a target.

Alysander, bored, started thinking: "They all have sins on their hands, at least multiple lives. Are they robbers? No, they should be called pirates? Or perhaps a slave-hunting team?"

Groups of criminals were basically only pirates and slave hunters. Pirates killed passengers and slave hunters killed slaves, both of which resulted in human deaths.

Ten years ago, the kingdom and the church jointly issued a decree prohibiting the capture and enslavement of others, but the Southern Continent, being far from the reach of the emperor, still had many slave owners.

Simon tore off a page, crumpled it into a ball, and tried using the Soul Society power that Alysander had recharged to create a small passage. He then threw the paper ball inside to destroy it.

"Hey, whose house are you dumping your trash at!" Alexandra was very unhappy.

The Soul Society is her territory, yet Simon dared to block her way and throw scraps of paper into her house!

At the same time, she was shocked. This guy could actually use the power of her Soul Society! Clearly, only she could control the passage to the Soul Society!

I had a strange feeling that my home had been burgled, and the thief even secretly made a copy of the key and brazenly opened the door right in front of me!

Simon ignored her protests, left the cabin, and headed to the common room.

Eve and Maria were waiting. Eve tidied the sofa for him, and Maria poured him some black tea.

Captain Edward sat beside him, shaking his head dramatically, feigning envy.

The captain spent his days slacking off and playing cards, completely unaware that a pirate crew was lurking on his ship, and that the pirate leader was none other than his card-playing buddy.

Simon sat down on the sofa and took a sip of tea. Edward leaned closer and said to Eve and Maria, "Ladies, please allow me to have a private conversation with Mr. Simon, about how he won the hearts of two beautiful ladies."

Eve blushed and lowered her head. Maria politely bid farewell to the captain and led Eve to the ladies' parlor.

Edward looked around, then dramatically put his arm around Simon's shoulder, his expression mocking, but his words were quite serious.

"There might have been a minor problem on the ship. He came to my room at noon and said he wanted to show you his collection."

To retract the foreword, this captain is quite capable.

Chapter 103 Alysander – Not a Black Slave

After pretending to chat with Simon for a while, Captain Edward got up and left. With some time to go before noon, Simon returned to his room alone.

He took out a third-tier "Spell Instrument," which had been mixed in with the pocket watch and talisman that Elisa had given him during the Night of the Living Dead.

Simon has continued to perform the "Gateway in the Woods" ritual every week.

Before boarding the ship, he had reached the pinnacle of the second tier, but at that time, Alysand's power was not yet stable, so he did not use it in case of an accident during the advancement.

Now the time has come. The recharge has consumed a small amount of Alysander's power, and with the Soul Society power she recharged, Simon can face the advancement more calmly.

He set up the ceremony and used a "ritual disc".

Alexandra remained still, observing silently, and was surprised to find that Simon was indeed only advancing to the third tier.

What exactly is this guy's identity? An extraterrestrial god? An ancient creature? He can't possibly be human, can he?

The promotion went very smoothly, and an hour later, Simon packed up the ceremony arrangements.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Having reached the third tier and with Alysander by his side, he was finally free from worry about his life for the time being.

He picked up a piece of paper from the desk, tore off a small paper figure, and using the spiritual power left behind by Elisa, he invoked the power that Alexandra had recharged. The little paper figure sprang up from the desk with a somersault.

It bent down and bowed to Simon.

"...What did you do?" Alexandra's voice was unusually serious.

Simon's previous act of opening the Soul Society to throw away trash was merely a rudimentary use of his power, roughly equivalent to a thief sneaking into the Soul Society. Now, however, Simon is as if he has become the master of the Soul Society.

"Resurrection," the ability Simon currently uses, is one of the powers of the Soul Society, allowing the dead to become living.

This is not like Eleanor's, where a spirit possesses origami; it is a true resurrection.

“A new spell,” Simon explained.

He opened the backend and passed his attributes to Alysander.

Name: Simon

"Rank: Demigod (Pseudo) / Tier 3"

"Spell: Truth"

"Spell: I think it makes perfect sense. I'm avoiding the limelight? Here you go."

Alysander quickly scanned the descriptions; the first two spells already left her with a head full of questions, and the last spell left her speechless for a moment.

"Spell: Give it to me!"

"Introduction: I own it, I control it. I will be able to use everything I own proficiently."

At first glance, this technique seems like nothing more than possessing an item and then mastering it. But what do you mean by saying that possessing my Soul Society power means you can skillfully use my Soul Society authority?

What's missing here is the knowledge of occultism and the adaptation and assimilation into the Soul Society!

What took me hundreds of years to accomplish, you did in a second?

Alysander turned off the light screen and sighed.

She sneered, "Even if your magic is strange, using the authority of the Dead Soul Realm at the third level will definitely have serious side effects. Perhaps without my help, you will kill yourself soon, and then everything you have will be mine."

Simon didn't say anything, and Alysander felt that she had touched a sore spot.

She continued to mock, "You were killed by the backlash of the 'Fire Stealer' last time, and it was already a struggle for you to be 'revived' with the help of my fingers. If you were killed by the backlash of the 'Soul Realm' again, heh, you don't actually think 'revival' will work, do you?"

Simon remained silent.