Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

(The ending of the previous chapter has been slightly modified)

The mechanical beeping of the machine rang in the ears of all the Deren soldiers within the territory of Yideli.

For a moment, the Dren soldiers were completely dumbfounded, and some even thought they were hallucinating.

The Cathedral of the Holy Spirit.

When the first shell landed on the roof of the church, the entire church's electrical system was paralyzed.

The once magnificent papal palace was plunged into darkness, illuminated only by makeshift candles.

In the flickering candlelight, the Pope's hand, holding a round metal instrument, trembled violently; he appeared incredibly agitated: "Ha ha, ha ha ha ha!"

"I will be the first person in the history of this world to use this weapon, hahahaha!"

As he laughed, tears welled up in the Pope's eyes again. He looked up at the dark church ceiling, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately couldn't utter a word.

Beneath the Pope's feet, the faint outline of a circular array flickered, with a six-pointed star shining within it.

Beneath the six-pointed star, there is an inconspicuous array pattern that is flashing. If you look closely, you will find that this is the Heavenly Soul Array, one of the twenty-eight arrays passed down in the academy.

......

On the battlefield, the voices continued to echo in the minds of the Dren soldiers.

"System loading complete, starting to connect to Xirui Bank's customer service backend."

"After the connection is complete, open an account."

"Account opening complete, initial funds deposited..."

"Your account currently has a balance of 10,000 euros."

"The first system task is about to be issued, please wait..."

In the steel torrent of the Deren Federation, inside tanks and armored vehicles, Deren soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What the hell? Am I hallucinating from playing games?"

"Dude, did you hear something about system activation or opening a bank account?"

"You heard that too?! What happened?!"

The system voice continued—

"Now issuing the first system task. Stop all work you are doing for ten seconds."

"Mission complete. Reward: 1,000 euros."

"Mission failed, deduct one thousand euros."

"Please note that when your account balance reaches zero, your account will be permanently deleted and cannot be reopened."

"Whenever an account is permanently deleted, 20% of the funds in the five nearest accounts will be deducted."

"The countdown begins now, ten, nine, eight..."

Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye, and the Dren soldiers, completely stunned, hadn't even realized what had happened—

"Mission complete! Mission reward has been credited to your account!"

"Your account balance is 11,000 euros."

"The second system task is about to be released, please wait..."

There was also a notification sound indicating that the task had failed.

This meant that while most of the Dren soldiers were in a daze, there were still sporadic artillery shots on the battlefield.

Several more shells landed around the cathedral.

"Note: The account balance is the actual account balance and can be used for purchases at any location that supports Euro card facial recognition payments."

"Now issuing the second system task, "Now issuing the third system task: Stop all work for thirty seconds."

"Mission complete. Reward: 1,000 euros."

"Mission failed, deduct one thousand euros."

By this time, most of the Dren soldiers had realized what was happening.

Westminster Bank is currently one of the world's top banks.

Now, someone has opened an account for themselves at Xirui Bank and keeps depositing money into it.

The Dren soldiers all fell silent.

Inside one of the armored vehicles, a Dren soldier muttered under his breath, "If only this weren't a war..."

Immediately, another, slightly older veteran turned around and cursed, "Idiot!"

"Do you really think this could be true?!"

"Even if it were true, would anyone send you money if it weren't a war? Obey your superiors! Don't listen to your own thoughts!"

The soldier beside him muttered, "Yes, yes, obey orders, but... but where are the orders?"

"Where are we? Where are our officers?"

The disastrous consequences of the fact that all officers of company rank and above had been killed in the first half of the night at the Dren front were now becoming apparent.

Even though they could obtain orders from their superiors through the British Knights, the knights couldn't persuade them.

Clang!

The hatch of a heavy tank opened, and two Dren soldiers rushed out, looking around—

The sudden war left virtually no shops open on the streets of Rome.

Moreover, as frontline wartime troops, these soldiers deep in enemy territory are not allowed to carry communication devices.

More and more Dren soldiers took to the streets.

"Damn it! Can someone tell me how to verify if this account is real?!"

"No, you really think this thing is real?"

"It should be true. I have a Westbank account with 33,000 euros in it, and now they're telling me there are 44,000 euros in it."

"Brothers, forget about that account! We've already transferred the money. Why would we pay them again to buy things from them? Isn't that a bit silly?"

"Holy crap?! That's a wake-up call! Brothers, brothers?! What are you all still staring at?"

......

Whether the soldiers of Dren questioned it or believed it, whether they believed it or not, one bad thing had indeed happened—

Delun's attack on Idris came to a standstill.

And what's worse is yet to come.

Clang, clang, clang!

One after another, the hatches of heavy tanks and armored vehicles opened, and Dren soldiers, guns in hand, excitedly ran towards the nearest store...

Meanwhile, the voices continued to echo in the minds of the Dren soldiers.

"The third system task is now being issued. Stop all work you are doing for one minute."

"Mission complete. Reward: 1,000 euros."

"Mission failed, deduct one thousand euros."

......

"The fourth system task is now being issued. Stop all work you are doing for five minutes."

"Mission complete. Reward: 1,000 euros."

"Mission failed, deduct one thousand euros."

......

"Now issuing the fifth system task. Stop all work for ten minutes."

"Mission complete, reward: two thousand euros."

"Mission failed, deduct one thousand euros."

......

"The sixth system task is now being issued..."

"The seventh system task is now being issued..."

"The eighth system task is now being issued..."

......

"The tenth system task is now being issued: stop all work for one day."

"Mission complete. Reward: 10,000 euros."

"Mission failed, deduct one thousand euros."

......

The Drenton Residence.

boom!

Prime Minister Ortz of Drenheit, enraged, slammed his teacup to the ground. "This intelligence must be wrong! I don't believe it!"

"The great German Federal Army, its most elite heavy armored forces! They were all bought off for a mere tens of thousands of euros?!"

"This is impossible! There must be a problem with the intelligence! That damned Pope is trying to mislead us!"

"It must be! Let the British knights deliver our orders to the troops at the front!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Crush that damned Vatican!"

Standing before Ortz were representatives from various factions: his think tank, personnel from the Dren House, military personnel, and members of Star Intelligence and Star Shield.

The head of the Star Intelligence Agency in Drenton, with a very unpleasant expression on his face, stepped forward and said to Ortz, "Prime Minister, I'm afraid things have taken some unexpected turns out for us all."

Ortz tried to calm himself down and said, "Hunter, are you also going to tell me that Dren's most elite armored forces were bought off for a few tens of thousands of euros?"

Hunter shook his head, held up one finger to Ortz, and said, "Prime Minister, first of all, last night, your armored forces management ceased to exist."

"That means the structure of this army is empty."

He raised his second finger. "Secondly, the other side spent more than just tens of thousands of euros; that's tens of thousands of euros per soldier. Moreover, the greatest power of their offensive strategy doesn't lie in the specific amount of money involved."

"Instead, they are offering your soldiers a delusion that they can lie down and make unlimited money."

"Believe me, Prime Minister, this delusion is the greatest weapon of the enemy's offensive strategy."

......

While everyone in the Prime Minister's office at the Drenton residence remained silent.

Inside the Vatican Cathedral, the Pope tapped the six-pointed star array at his feet a few times with his staff.

......

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding—

This time, a series of program activation sounds echoed in the minds of the people of Dren and members of the official residence.

Your system is now activated!

"Please wait a moment..."

"System loading..."

......

The Pope walked into the church and slowly pushed open a heavy door.

As the door opened, the clattering sound of keyboards hitting the keyboard filled the air.

Behind the main gate, thousands of staff members sat neatly in front of their computers, busy at work.

Everyone was busy staring at the monitors, constantly saying into their headsets, "Number 44997, task complete, payment made."

"Task number 810023 failed, payment deducted."

"Task number 3922113, task completed, payment made."

Every staff member looks exactly the same.

They spoke in the exact same tone.

The typing technique and rhythm are exactly the same.

It's like they're all robots.

......

The Pope pushed open the door to a small room from the side of the empty hall in front of him.

There were about ten people sitting inside.

Looking at these people, the Pope smiled and said, "Gentlemen, your wealth has begun to show its power."

A bald, hook-nosed Western man, holding a cigar, stood up from the sofa, walked up to the Pope, stared into the Pope's eyes, and said sharply, word by word, "Paul!"

"I've given you all the money from the Ross Foundation, so you absolutely can't let me down!"

"I want that kid dead!"

The others chimed in, "Yeah! We can steal more money, but that kid has to die!"

"I can't sleep peacefully until he's dead!"

"Ross is right! I'll give you whatever money you want! The heads of all the major conglomerates in the world are here, Paul, just name your price!"

The Pope's gaze slowly swept over the crowd before him.

The Ross family, the Ukrainian group, the Blood Hand Society, the Black Oil Group, the Songxin Consortium, the dying Golden Buddha Consortium, the Pharaoh's Society, the Prophet Society, and several Easterners...

With himself as the head of the Holy Light Council, the true rulers of this world are all here.

It can be said that everyone present had no special abilities other than money and power.

However, everyone here is allowed to address the Pope by his given name.

For a moment, a ferocious smile, like that of a vulture, appeared on the Pope's aged face.

"Don't worry, everyone..."

"This time, the whole world will be on our side."

"Hehe, hehehehe..."

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