Why is his holy light red?

Four days have passed since Mercury's battle with the volcanic rock.

Although the match started off a bit anticlimactic, Mercury fully enjoyed the benefits of being the winner.

He earned the utmost respect from everyone at Black Olive Prison. Even Morgan, the correctional officer who had initially been so arrogant, promptly took sick leave after learning the outcome of the battle and hasn't been seen since.

Mercury thought this man had some special ability, but it turned out to be pure sowing discord. He thought he could use the prisoners in the black olives to deal with Mercury.

But there's no rush. Mercury is young and has a good memory. We can settle accounts with him later.

Mercury could only sigh, "The level of these federal agents is just so-so. How did this lousy country become like this?"

As the saying goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

Black Egg, who used to get beaten up all the time, now walks around looking down his nose at the sky. He even dares to openly charge admission when he uses his superpowers to project a movie for everyone during his exercise time.

Mercury had no moral fastidiousness about this kind of bullying behavior, after all, Black Egg knew the rules and transferred 90% of the profits to his account.

For the past four days, Mercury has only been busy with one thing: repeatedly training with Flora in their cell.

Although others might perceive this physical training as having a different meaning, Mercury's training was truly literal, except that he was training his mental resistance.

After his last real-world experience, he discovered that he had no control over the golden holy light.

As long as you slightly draw upon the energy of that golden light, your mind will be hypnotized, and a life-depriving pleasure will surge forth—like playing a full-view God simulator, where you can create tsunamis and earthquakes with the slightest movement of your finger, and ruthlessly clean up the insignificant ants below.

He knew very well that he did not have antisocial personality disorder, and that this condescending "divine" pollution came from the golden holy light itself.

"So how did Dad control this power? The golden holy light he possessed was countless times stronger."

Although Mercury did not quite agree with his father's saintly values, he still admired his father's willpower.

Indulgence is easy; if an ordinary person possessed his abilities, they would have become an ancestor long ago. Restraint is difficult, which is why the Holy Light Angel is a superhero, not an enemy of humanity.

Mercury wasn't prepared to be a hero, but he also didn't want to be corrupted by ideology.

Therefore, training is essential. One must use one's own red holy light to resist mental pollution and forge invincible mental resistance.

Flora was like a reward for his good deeds. The girl's singing had a powerful spiritual comforting effect. No matter how much his spirit was shaken, he could recover after listening to her sing a couple of songs.

Therefore, Mercury was able to conduct mental resistance training at an extremely high intensity.

After four days of effort, Mercury's red holy light finally began to produce noticeable mental resistance.

On one hand, it benefited from the extremely strong mental pollution ability of the golden holy light, and on the other hand, it benefited from Flora's help.

Going from zero to one is often the hardest, but now he just needs to keep training, and one day he will be able to completely absorb this golden energy.

In addition, Flora played another role.

Mercury's "conspiracy theory" account, which he had Black Egg set up, didn't make much progress. He had underestimated the internet.

Conspiracy theories are nothing new; all sorts of theories can be found online. Aside from being banned for criticizing certain races, criticisms of the federation are rampant.

Therefore, the collusion between the federal government and capitalists is nothing new, and it can even be said that it has no news value whatsoever. If it weren't for the popularity of the Mercury case, probably no one would even click on it.

But even if you manage to ride the wave of popularity, if you can't show your face and only rely on text and audio without any gimmicks or solid evidence, who would watch such a boring video?

Not a single drop of water was splashed after several days.

But Mercury had Flora hum a few melodies, and then used the black egg as background music.

The content was just released yesterday, and it has already climbed into the top 50 trending topics today.

Fifty isn't a particularly impressive ranking, but it was posted by an anonymous account with baseless conspiracy theories, and the video went viral because of Flora's humming melody.

Two million views and three hundred thousand likes. Nobody cared what the video said. All the comments were asking what the melody was and who sang the song.

Countless netizens began speculating wildly about which celebrity, known for their penchant for political commentary, was posting anonymous messages here.

Although it wasn't a conspiracy theory meticulously crafted by Mercury that was being spread, the account did become popular, quickly gaining over 10,000 followers, and the number is still rising rapidly.

Therefore, Mercury solemnly promised Flora, "After I get out, I will find someone to help you get a reduced sentence."

Flora was a first-time thief, but the amount involved was huge, which is why she was imprisoned. Her sentence was one year, but if someone could help her get early parole, it shouldn't be difficult.

This money tree must be firmly held in our hands.

After being locked up in the cell for four days, Mercury felt he had to get down to business.

Conspiracy theories can't just be about conspiracies; they need some real evidence.

During his free time, Mercury strolled leisurely into the playground.

Black Egg, who was projecting a movie, spotted Mercury and immediately cut off the image. Despite the surrounding prisoners cursing him, he bowed and scraped as he approached.

"Big brother, what do you want to watch? The newest superhero movie from Fia Films, or some Pornhub resources? We also have the latest theatrical releases from Japan!"

Mercury shook his head helplessly; this kid's aesthetic sense was limited to popcorn and R-rated content.

"Let's get down to business. Has the deal been finalized with Jaguar?"

Upon hearing this question, the fawning smile on Black Egg's face suddenly froze.

"What? He's not buying it?"

Mercury arranged for Black Egg to make contact with the "Beast Gang," intending to conveniently complete the warden's mission to cut off the contraband trade. The original plan was to slowly build up intelligence, but instead, he became famous overnight, instantly becoming the number one dangerous individual in the area, and his original undercover operation was ruined.

To avoid appearing aggressive, he specifically sent Black Egg as an intermediary to sound out the situation. As long as the Beast Gang handed over the list of channels or stopped the cross-border transactions, the matter would be considered settled.

Black Egg swallowed hard and whispered, "Jaguar said... he wants you to go and talk to him in person."

Mercury frowned slightly.

This is a bit unconventional. Negotiation is like a dowry: you make an offer, test the waters, and then haggle. A middleman is an essential buffer.

Skipping the process and demanding a confrontation between the two leaders would be far too risky, potentially leading to a breakdown in negotiations. Those who can secure a position on one side shouldn't be complete idiots.

"However, a group of people who take drugs for a long time might actually have mental problems." Mercury narrowed his eyes.

Don't mistake drug addicts who are high for normal people. If everyone in the Beast Gang is really on drugs, then they might really all be mentally challenged.

Mercury put his hands in his pockets, feeling somewhat agitated. Tomorrow was the day for the court appearance and proceedings, and if he could, he really didn't want to fight a bunch of drug addicts at the last minute.

Moreover, the warden personally spoke with Mercury, originally intending to avoid making a big fuss by asking Mercury to help with the investigation. However, Mercury ended up fighting with the volcanic rock and almost destroyed the black olive.

"I didn't want to write the report in the first place, but now my workload has doubled."

Faced with the beautiful warden's complaints, Mercury could only explain that he didn't do it on purpose and was simply forced to retaliate. Eileen didn't pursue the matter further, only reminding Mercury that it was better to leave the matter uninvestigated than to cause any more bloodshed.

But now it's not the warden who needs to investigate; it's Mercury who needs to control the immortality technology.

"Let's go, take me to see that jaguar from the Beast Gang."

Black Egg bowed and scraped as he led Mercury to a corner of the playground, where about thirty tattooed, burly men of all races had gathered. This gang didn't seem to have any racial discrimination.

Perhaps as a pledge of allegiance, every member of the Beast Gang has animal tattoos on their face. According to Black Egg, these tattoos correspond to their ability to transform into beasts.

Mercury thought this was a stupid move; superpowers are most threatening when others don't know what abilities you have.

Beast transformation is already quite ordinary, but to tattoo the transformation type on one's face as if afraid others won't know and afraid others won't find a way to counter it is just courting death.

It's probably like some rappers who like to turn the crime into lyrics, as if they're afraid others won't be able to find evidence.

Mercury didn't understand, but expressed his respect.

After just one glance, Mercury felt a little puzzled—why were half of the people in reptilian transformations?

Snakes, chameleons, monitor lizards, frogs... these tattoos make up the majority of the designs.

Mercury remembered the shapeshifter he had encountered; when he transformed, he seemed to be a reptile as well.

There might be some special connection here.

Mercury made a mental note of it, and then he saw the Jaguar, the largest and most powerful member of the beast gang in the crowd.

Mercury had actually seen this person before. When Black Olive's gravity field was activated, only three people were still standing. Besides Mercury and Volcanic Rock, the only one who could barely hold on was this person who could rely on transformation.

When they met again, Jaguar was with a woman wearing smoky makeup and a cigar in his mouth, looking every bit the mafia boss.

Mercury didn't waste any words and asked, "I originally wanted Black Egg to pass on a message that we could settle this privately, but you insisted on seeing me in person. Now that I'm here, are you ready to talk to me, or are you ready to take action?"

A crimson holy light emanated from Mercury, making the members of the Beast Gang tense.

Recalling the battle that destroyed half of the prison hall, if they really fought this unassuming boy, at least half of them would die.

Jaguar let go of the beautiful woman beside him and stepped down from the benches on the playground steps.

But instead of transforming into a beast and launching an attack, he handed Mercury a phone.

Mercury saw that the screen displayed a call status and asked, "Who's on the other end of the line?"

The jaguar said in a deep voice, "The person you're looking for."