I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

……

The two "sacrifices" were blindfolded and tightly bound to stretchers as they were carried up. Nina flipped through their biographical information, her expression growing increasingly excited.

"Who are you? What do you want? Or are you people hired by the victim?"

Money? I can give you a lot of money… I have accounts in Switzerland and secret accounts in the Cayman Islands. I can pay you more money than you could earn in a lifetime!

The woman appeared very calm, but the beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed her:

"I know politicians, I know police officers, I know judges in the state. I can help you settle everything, as long as you let me go—I promise I won't call the police."

"I...I can be your legal counsel. If you need legal advice, I can—"

The man beside him also shouted out:

"I know state legislators... Whatever your demands or those of your backers may be, I can get them to work for you. Let me out, we can talk, really, we can talk about anything!"

Nina smiled.

She slowly squatted down and read out the two people's information, sentence by sentence:

"Anthony Lipton, a partner in the litigation department of Lipton Law Firm, a lucky guy with an annual income of over $1200 million, oh, and your mother was a Supreme Court Justice..."

Earlier this year, you launched a state legislature child safety project, advocating for the establishment of an alert system for missing children.

But three months later, the police found two children who had been auctioned on the dark web in your basement…and a dismembered corpse…You are evil itself.”

The man shut his mouth, his face turning ashen, while the black-robed believers standing around him gleamed with a strange light in their eyes.

"Kathy Brown, the most famous criminal defense attorney in the entire state, everyone calls you 'Kathy the Viper' because you can always find loopholes in the prosecution's case and flaws in the legal process..."

Nina's cold palm covered the woman's eyes, her tone growing increasingly urgent:

"You once defended a rancher who imprisoned a girl in his basement for eight years, and that man was eventually sentenced to only eighteen months."

—Because you found a loophole in the evidence-gathering procedure, but the next day, the victim committed suicide, and the victim's mother was arrested and imprisoned after the shooter.

"...The law is the law, and my client is also a human being. He should have the rights that every American has."

The woman wasn't sure where she was, but she still forced herself to finish saying those words:

"Let me go now, and I won't pursue the matter further; in fact, I'll pay you a large sum of money."

"Don't you understand, my dear lady?"

Nina spoke softly.

"Money can't buy anything in God's Kingdom. There is only the Lord here, only the Lord's will."

"Who...who are you people?"

"The Lord's vicious dog."

Nina smiled and opened her mouth, the curve of her lips widening as she spoke:

"We are the Lord's vicious dogs, and you should be honored and as excited as I am."

You are about to become sacrifices to the Great and Almighty Mother; this will be the closest you ever get to God in your lives.

The believers around them murmured in unison, praising the Almighty Mother.

Then the two of them began to sob.

Pleading, cursing, despair, and sobbing were desperately squeezed from his throat, tears, snot, and urine mingling together—

Nina stood up and raised the dagger.

"Pfft..."

Soon, the two still-beating hearts were removed, and splattered blood landed on Nina's brow bone, which she did not wipe away.

"Dedicated to the Lord, to the great, loving, and almighty Mother."

Nina walked to the center of the altar, raised the two still-bleeding hearts, and loudly repeated:

"For the Lamb of the Lord, and for the Hounds of the Lord."

The people wearing the skulls of vicious dogs all knelt down, their foreheads pressed against the floor, muttering repeatedly.

They cried out "Mother of Hell," they cried out "Omniscient and Omnipotent," they cried out names that even they themselves did not fully understand—

The patterns on the altar began to change, as if those intricate patterns were being awakened, and the stench of blood in the air seemed to vanish in an instant!

Someone gagged violently.

Some people started laughing.

Someone banged their forehead on the floor and it bled.

The next second, two faint black shadows rose up from above the corpse.

They are the ghosts of two sacrificial offerings.

They resembled two wisps of black smoke clinging to the air, with the outline of human faces, but without any specific facial features.

"call!!"

The candlelight flickered violently, and the temperature in the entire basement dropped instantly.

Then, the soul disappears, and a system notification appears.

Nina looked up and saw the familiar ink-wash text:

[The "Proxy" captures 2 high-level materials and obtains one random job card.]

The soul vanished, replaced by a green card floating in mid-air.

It is very hard, green all over, with beautiful vine-like patterns on the edges, and a crucible drawn in the very center.

[Class Card: Potions Master (Green)]

Nina reached out and caught the card, her pupils burning with a fervor that could have incinerated the entire church.

The Lord answered her!

The Lord answered her!

How happy she is!

Happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness.

Overwhelmed with joy, Nina was now as docile as a Siamese dog.

After a long while, when that fleeting feeling disappeared, she looked down at the card, then turned around and waved to the believer who was brewing herbs.

The believer knelt on the ground, his body trembling violently.

Those around her seemed to have a premonition of something and looked at her with envy.

The believer was so excited that his teeth were chattering. He crawled over step by step, his limbs limp as if his bones had been removed.

Nina pressed the card against her forehead.

Green light surged from the card, flowing into the woman's forehead and into her body through her veins—

The black robe was billowed up by an unseen force, then gently fell back down.

"Uh...uh..."

The woman tilted her head back, let out a long, sharp sigh, and then collapsed to the ground. Three minutes later, she slowly exhaled.

"I...I've awakened..."

The believer's voice trembled, filled with disbelief:

"Green quality... The profession is [Wizard]! Can brew potions... Can record potion recipes... Brewing potions grants a 10% profession bonus!"

She couldn't stop crying loudly, repeatedly bowing to the altar:

"This is a miracle! Only a god could do this! This is a miracle!"

Only God can create the extraordinary.

Only God can hear her prayers.

The surrounding believers surged forward like a tide.

They surrounded her like a pack of wild dogs surrounding a bone that had fallen from the sky.

Resentment, envy, jealousy, shock, disbelief... countless thick, almost tangible emotions surged forth, nearly suffocating the newly awakened believer.

One can gain superhuman abilities by sacrificing evil souls.

—If this news gets out, who knows how many wars it will trigger.

……

"Great job!"

Nina stood in the middle of the crowd, like a black statue.

"He is watching us."

She spoke somewhat nervously, her eyes both fervent and tender:

"How loving He is! He answers every child's request, and even the sacrifice of a soul grants Him extraordinary power."

"How loving and great He is."

"Praise be to the all-powerful Mother!"

"Praise be to the loving and all-powerful Mother."

"Praise is supreme."

Finally, everyone knelt down, foreheads touching the ground, and began to loudly thank the Lord.

—Thank you, Mother of Hell, thank you, the supreme, all-knowing and all-powerful being.

"We are the agents hidden in the steel jungle."

Nina opened her arms as if to embrace everyone:

"We are God's agents, walking between God's kingdom and reality."

We clarify sins and cleanse evil.

We are both the Lamb of the Lord and His vicious dogs. Everything is dedicated to the great Lord.

"All is dedicated to the great Lord."

"Everything is dedicated to my loving mother."

In the basement, the candles were still burning, and in their light, the black-robed believers were like a swarm of mad moths, drawn to the flame in the darkness.

……

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"Huh? That's incredibly efficient?"

In his rented room, Song Mo, engrossed in writing his script, looked at the two blobs of souls that had appeared in his resource library and scratched his cheek:

"Let me see—[The Ghost of a Tortured Pedophile Lawyer], [The Ghost of an Extremely Terrified Elite Lawyer]?"

For some reason, she flipped through the supernatural creature settings again.

Nobody knows:

The so-called Mother of Hell, the so-called omniscience and omnipotence, the so-called laws of the divine kingdom—all the "oracles" that drove Nina and the others to madness, to slaughter, and to sacrifice—

It all started with a "setting" I jotted down casually at the end of the Song Dynasty:

[Supplementary Setting 15: ...The so-called "agents" are the dungeon "cleaners," responsible for clearing away abnormally affected souls and excess materials.]

Monitor server status, handle player complaints, and promptly report any game bugs to the backend.

This is commonly known as game customer service.