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Chapter 490 Saints, I Can't Tell! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Looking at Arturo kneeling before him, Wayne said calmly, "Arturo, my friend, as a villain, you do not deserve my blessing."

The members of the Mexican Mafia Committee have never been saints.

On the contrary, only those who are sufficiently heinous, with at least a dozen lives on their hands, can become a committee member.

Each of these people is a concentrated form of evil.

Arturo, standing before us, was no exception.

Arturo originally thought that as long as he sincerely submitted to Wayne, he would receive the other party's blessing and exorcism, but he did not expect that Wayne would reject him so directly!

For a moment, he stood there stunned, somewhat at a loss, while at the same time a faint anger belonging to a villain rose in his heart.

I have sincerely converted to Buddhism, and you are so ungrateful!?

He narrowed his eyes and was about to stand up when Wayne's finger touched his forehead in the next instant.

Reverse the [Light of Purification]!

Arturo felt dizzy for a moment, as if he were strapped to a giant Ferris wheel and spinning rapidly.

It was as if he had turned into a lump of minced meat from the inside out, as if countless ants were trying to crawl out of his blood vessels and nerves.

His eyes suddenly rolled back, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog, with white foam oozing from the corners of his mouth.

The trace of anger and pride that had been present in the higher beings of the underworld had vanished as if it had never existed.

"Give it to me—please—sob—Saint—please give it to me—I need it—I need an injection—I need that damn booster—"

Arturo writhes and struggles on the ground, his slightly scabbed wounds suddenly bursting open, and more blood flows out.

The weakness from the injury and bleeding became even more pronounced with the aid of withdrawal symptoms from the stimulant.

That pain was countless times stronger than before!

Wayne looked at Arturo in front of him without any joy or sorrow, showing no reaction whatsoever, as if he were looking at a struggling maggot.

Whether in his past life or this one, he has encountered countless vicious villains.

He didn't believe the other party would completely submit simply because of his "goodness".

Even Guanyin had to use ruthless methods to subdue the Black Bear Spirit, let alone these vicious drug addicts.

Only by making the other party completely fearful, coupled with the moving power of compassion, can one completely control the other party on a psychological level.

Having been in America for so long, he's become quite adept at the art of "training."

"Gah—Gah—Ho—Please—Please—"

Arturo struggled incessantly on the ground, his limbs twisting and turning. The intense withdrawal symptoms drove him mad, making him want to tear his skin open and dig out his veins.

But now he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, and his limbs were twisting and turning on the ground like a writhing starfish.

This unparalleled pain gave him the urge to commit suicide, yet he had no strength to do so.

He couldn't even bite his own tongue.

"God—saints—I beg you—I—I repent—I repent—"

The unbearable pain nearly made Arturo faint, and finally, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the spot.

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Wayne instantly activated the [Dream Entry] skill.

Instantly, the surrounding scenery changed drastically, transforming into a scene of purgatory.

Lava was rolling on the ground, and black smoke was billowing in the sky. Arturo was tightly bound to the ground by chains, struggling and howling desperately.

The frenzied secretion of hormones in his body, along with the twisting and struggling caused by pain, almost caused his brain to spasm, and he suddenly had a hallucination of falling into purgatory.

Everything around him faded away, replaced by a hellish scene before him, making it impossible for him to distinguish between dream and reality.

Because of his extreme weakness, his dreams were very unstable, as if the whole world was constantly collapsing.

Arturo could clearly feel that he was lying on the scorching ground of purgatory, enduring the heat from the lava, and sitting in front of him was a humanoid figure with white light emanating from its back.

She looks like an angel!

"Angels—please—please forgive me—"

Arturo's sense of religious belonging, which he had been instilled with since childhood, reached its peak at this moment. He murmured to himself and reached out his hand toward the radiant humanoid figure.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wayne stepped directly into the luminous humanoid from behind and took its place, saying to Arturo before him, "Arturo, sinner, only eternal repentance and atonement can cleanse you of your sins—"

This can be considered an attempt at the [Entering Dreams] skill.

See if you can interfere with the other person's dream.

Or, to put it another way, go with the flow and change the other party's perception.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Arturo, who was lying on the ground, trembled all over. He suddenly realized that the angelic figure of light judging him was none other than the saint Wayne!

He trembled all over, muttering, "How is this possible—you are—you are an angel? You are God's messenger!?"

In the dream, Wayne gazed at Arturo before him with a look of sorrow, and slowly said, "From this day forward, you shall not kill the innocent, nor commit adultery, nor steal, nor bully the weak, nor disrespect the saints. Do you understand?"

Arturo's mind was now in a state of nothingness, and he was suddenly enveloped by a grand and mysterious feeling. He felt as insignificant as dust in front of Wayne, who was bathed in light.

At this point, there was absolutely no room for thought; there was only obedience, only lamb-like docility.

He murmured, "Oh, great saint, messenger of God, archangel in the light, I repent to you, I will forever—forever worship you—forever submit to you—until—until the final judgment comes—"

As he spoke, the humanoid figure in the light extended a finger and pointed it at his forehead.

Arturo's eyes were filled with tears, which streamed down his face.

The instant Wayne, bathed in light, touched his forehead with his finger, Arturo immediately felt an endless coolness flow from the other's fingertip into his mind.

The intense cutoff reaction that had driven him to the brink of madness and a desire to die began to fade rapidly.

The pain then subsided.

"Oh, saint—oh, Jesus Christ—" Arturo murmured, his eyes filled with tears.

The hellish scene around him suddenly faded away, and Arturo let out a low cry, gasped for breath, and abruptly woke up from his dream.

He is still in Wayne's tent.

Was that a dream?

Or did he really go to purgatory?

What exactly is going on?

He looked up sharply and saw Wayne's finger pointing at his forehead.

The excruciating pain of withdrawal he had just experienced had completely dissipated, and there were even traces of blood on the ground from his struggles.

Her face still bore the tear stains from her earlier crying.

A warm energy, like the gentle warmth of the sun, was flowing from Wayne's fingertips into his body.

He could feel a tingling, itchy, and pleasurable sensation coming from the areas in his legs and shoulders where he had been shot.

He even witnessed the wound healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A bullet was squeezed out of the healed flesh from his shoulder wound and fell to the ground with a soft "ding".

Wayne withdrew his fingers.

Arturo felt as if he had lost contact with a transcendent Other, and a sense of loss suddenly arose within him.

Was everything that just now really a dream?

But what's in front of us is real.

Did he really fall into purgatory and then get rescued by this black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him?

Saints, I can't tell the difference, I just can't tell the difference!!!

No—it's not a dream—

Those are all real events, just like how those bullets are actually coming out of his flesh and his wounds are healing quickly.

He had once fallen into purgatory, but the saints saved him!

Tears streamed down Arturo's face as he knelt and wept, trembling as he said, "Saint—thank you—I have felt your supreme power—I will forever follow your teachings—"

"I will make the entire Mexican Mafia kneel at your feet—until I receive the Messiah's salvation—"

Amen————

[Your Dream Entry skill has been upgraded: Beginner 10% + 10%]

You have consumed 1 point of mental energy.

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 47.5% + 0.1%

Your Shaman skill has been upgraded: Specialization +1%.

Experience Points: 134+11