Spellcasting Gods

The moment it touched the ground, the entire box began to rapidly expand, eventually becoming the size of half a double bed. When opened, it was filled with countless improved versions of Evolution Potion 6.0, each bottle radiating intense energy fluctuations.

"What is this?!" Igor was the first to rush forward, picking up one of the bottles to examine it closely.

Although he himself only had a superficial understanding of alchemy, he could clearly sense the magical energy contained in the potion itself.

Without a doubt, by the standards of the underworld, each of these tens of thousands of bottles of potions would be a high-grade magic potion, and their value would be immeasurable.

"As you can see! This is the evolution potion I promised. Even an ordinary person who drinks it will gain a powerful physique and the talent to learn magic. In addition, I have prepared several training manuals. You can use the descriptions in them to train your subordinates into warriors, assassins, and spellcasters. Remember, all of this is not free. You need to provide me with a sufficient supply of nuclear warheads, or intelligence that interests me. Alright, let's end our conversation here for today. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other better in the future..."

As the last word fell!

Zhang Cheng snapped his fingers lightly, and instantly vanished into thin air in front of countless eyes, leaving not a trace.

This incredible teleportation magic alone left everyone present with expressions of disbelief.

Although teleportation magic is not uncommon in the underworld, and almost anyone who graduates from a wizarding school can do it, there are very few in the world who can do it without materials, spells, or casting actions.

Just as everyone was still somewhat shaken, Igor suddenly slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Calm down! Don't be scared out of your wits! Don't forget, he's our ally now. Shouldn't we be happy to have such an ally? And right now, the most important thing is to test the effects of the evolution potion. If it's really as good as they say, then we'll start thinking about how to satisfy this gentleman's appetite."

“You’re right! Richard! Come in!” Another elderly man with completely white hair waved to the door.

About two or three seconds later, a rather muscular white bodyguard pushed open the door and walked in, bowing respectfully: "Boss, did you call me?"

"Yes! Here, drink this potion. I want to see how much it can strengthen you." Without saying a word, the old man took out a bottle and handed it over.

"An enhancer?" The bodyguard held it in his hand, looking bewildered, his eyes flashing with an uncertain light.

He wasn't a fool; he knew some of the secrets hidden behind this world. He was a little unsure whether he was being used as a guinea pig or if it would actually strengthen his body.

However, since the choice was not in his own hands, after hesitating for a moment, he uncorked the bottle, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

next second...

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

My heart suddenly started pounding!

In the blink of an eye, his muscles began to swell rapidly, and his height increased from about 1.8 meters to 2.1 meters. His shoes, socks, shirt, coat, and belt all broke and tore under the force of his swollen muscles.

Fortunately, the whole process was very quick, and the bodyguard had completed its evolution before anyone else could react.

Judging from his appearance alone, the direction of his evolution is undoubtedly physical.

"How are you feeling?" Eagle asked, his eyes shining.

"Ugh—I feel a powerful force! And an unbearable hunger! Fuck! I need to eat! I'm so hungry!" Richard rushed into the coffee shop kitchen like a madman, grabbing the highest-energy desserts and meats and stuffing them into his mouth. He even ripped off the heavy cold storage door with one hand and threw it aside.

"Oh my God, he's as strong and powerful as a little giant. Incredible! Absolutely incredible! I need a thousand bottles!"

"I need a thousand too!"

"Damn it! There are over a dozen of us! There's no way we can possibly divide a thousand bottles!"

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Chapter 0684: No More Than This

On the top floor of a luxury apartment building in downtown Boston, Eric Harrison, who hadn't slept all night, sat on the sofa with bloodshot eyes and an undisguised look of anxiety and unease on his face.

His wife, eldest son, and two daughters sat on chairs not far away, crying and shedding tears.

Clearly, this man, who harbored a huge secret, did not tell his family the truth, but instead blamed it on "terrorists" who did not exist. The horrific wounds on his youngest son Kasa's body were also described as the result of cruel torture and abuse by terrorists.

After all, in a crisis like this that could lead to the annihilation of the entire family at any moment, the fewer people who know about it, the better; the less people who know, the safer it is.

Unfortunately, Eric underestimated his eldest son, Jarvis's, desire to avenge his brother.

Before he could even react to what was happening, a group of fully armed mercenaries burst in from outside.

The leader of the group was bald and looked to be around forty years old. Although he wasn't particularly muscular, he had a sharp and capable air about him. He seemed to dislike wasting words and asked directly, "Who is your employer?"

“I am!” Jervis stepped forward and responded.

“Very good! We already know your mission: capture ten million dollars alive and kill eight million. As usual, half is a deposit, which will not be refunded regardless of success or failure. The remainder will be paid upon completion of the mission. If you agree, we will begin the operation; if not, then forget it.” The bald man quickly stated his price.

It goes without saying that he definitely didn't know who the family standing in front of him was, otherwise he would never have spoken in this way and tone.

It is important to understand that the maritime civilization built around the Anglo-Saxons, while superficially giving the illusion of being the first to usher in modern secularization, liberalization, and capitalism, has always emphasized the principles of bloodline supremacy, aristocratic supremacy, and privilege supremacy at its core.

Whether it was Britain, the former global hegemon, or the United States of America, the undisputed sole superpower today, the upper class has always been firmly controlled by a group of families, many of whom can be traced back two hundred years. The British upper-class nobility can even be traced back to the Wars of the Roses.

Just look at those media outlets that prioritize entertainment to the death; they may dare to satirize politics and challenge billionaires, but very few dare to delve into the hidden secrets of ancient families.

Because anyone with a little common sense knows that those who truly control the country won't follow any legal procedures with you. They'll only use all sorts of means to suppress you, turning you into a penniless pauper or a homeless person. Then, when the public no longer pays attention to you, they'll crush you like a bug.

Undoubtedly, the Harrison family is such a family, with countless friends in politics, business, and the military.

With just a private word, not to mention a mere group of mercenaries, even the army of a small country could be easily wiped out.

But Jarvis, consumed by revenge, ignored the other man's rudeness and quickly pulled out his checkbook, wrote a check for five million dollars, and handed it to him: "Take it! Remember! I want it alive!"

"No problem! We have always had a good reputation, so please rest assured."

After confirming by phone that the check could be cashed, a faint smile immediately appeared on the bald man's face, and he quickly left the apartment with his men.

Watching the Hummers these guys were riding disappear at the end of the road, Eric finally couldn't hold back and stood up, roaring, "You bastards! What the hell are you doing? Recruiting mercenaries? Are you crazy? Do you know who our enemy is?"

"No matter who it is! I will make them pay the price! The price in blood! The Harrison family cannot die in vain! Blood debts can only be repaid with blood! Isn't that what you taught me?" Jervis retorted mercilessly.

Since he flew here this morning, he had felt that his father was acting strangely, as if he was much weaker than usual. So he had been holding back his anger, and now that he was provoked, he immediately let it all out.

“Fuck! You have no idea what happened! This is none of your business! I’ve already lost one son, I don’t want to lose another.”

Under immense pressure, Eric's mental state began to crumble, and he kept pacing around the living room.

Just as he opened his mouth several times, intending to tell his son the truth, the tightly closed door suddenly made a crisp click, and then a young man with an oriental appearance walked in from outside.

The most interesting thing is that the two security guards standing outside the door seemed to see nothing. They neither stopped the stranger nor notified them, and just let a stranger into the room.

"Good afternoon! I apologize for disturbing you at this time, but I have something very important that I need to discuss with Mr. Eric alone." Zhang Cheng placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, feigning a polite demeanor.

It has to be said that this is the complete opposite of his previous approach of directly ordering a combat squad to raid the villa.

"Come with me! We're going to the study inside!"

Eric's pupils contracted sharply. He shoved his eldest son aside and strode into the study at the right corner.

Zhang Cheng nodded to the three ladies present, as well as the bewildered Jervis, and followed them inside, closing the door behind him.

Because it's an apartment, the study isn't very big, but the bookshelves are densely packed with various works on history, literature, philosophy, and economics—at least a thousand books, which would probably cost hundreds of thousands of dollars on the market.

After briefly admiring the surrounding layout, Zhang Cheng quickly placed an exquisite wooden box on the desk and opened the lid.

moment!

A strong smell of blood wafted out!

What was inside the box was none other than Lucas's bloody head.

"You...you really killed him?" Eric's voice trembled slightly.

I couldn't help but tremble!

Lucas's shadow has been looming over him ever since the day he took over the family business, a dark cloud that can never be dispelled.

But now, this old man, once considered invincible in war, has finally been killed by the enemy.

Eric didn't know whether he should show sadness or happiness; his emotions were very complicated.

Zhang Cheng keenly noticed this and shrugged nonchalantly: "Of course! What, do you think killing him is difficult? No, killing him is as easy as eating and drinking for me. Besides, I've also reached cooperation agreements with those old guys who have lived for one or two hundred years. From today onwards, I'm your backer."

“Understood! From this moment on, the Harrison family will obey your orders, just as we obeyed him before.” Lucas bowed deeply and respectfully.

“Very good! I like people who know when to yield and when to advance. I hope you won’t say one thing and do another. Don’t forget to keep an eye on your eldest son, who’s still burning with rage. I don’t want him to die by my hand one day. As for those annoying mercenaries, I’ll let them off the hook this time, but don’t let it happen again…”

Chapter 0685 I need souls, lots and lots of souls.

"Please rest assured, Jervis is just a little impulsive. He will regain his senses in a few days, and I will speak with him personally then. Also, please feel free to ask me for anything you need. I guarantee that as long as it is within the capabilities of the Harrison family, I will take care of it."

Upon hearing that the other party knew everything about his last son's actions, Eric's forehead immediately broke out in a thick sweat.

Although he still harbored deep hatred for the man who had killed his youngest son, he knew that for the sake of his own and his family's lives, and for the sake of the Harrison family's power and status in the country, he absolutely could not afford to provoke even the slightest dissatisfaction from the other party.

Because after Lucas was killed, the hatred for the murder of his son changed from the primary contradiction to a secondary contradiction.

The most important thing he needs to do now is to deliver a crushing blow to those enemies who want to take advantage of the chaos and make politicians and capitalists in the ordinary world understand that the Harrison family has not declined.

As he watched the fleeting pain and hatred in the other person's eyes, Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth, took out a small wooden box from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to the other person, giving a direct order: "Your only task at this stage is to deliver the gems in the box to the most war-torn regions in the world and ensure that they fall into the hands of warlords, armed group leaders, and terrorist leaders."

"This...this is a black diamond?!" Eric picked up one of them, his face showing undisguised shock.

Although the Harrison family is considered one of the world's top wealthy families, with countless riches directly and indirectly controlled, they have never seen such pure, large, and numerous raw black diamonds.

The smallest piece is 25 cents in size, and with a little processing, it could easily fetch a million or two dollars at an auction.

"Black diamonds? Hahahaha! No, I prefer to call them doomstones, or death diamonds. You know what? These gems are cursed. Anyone who possesses them will inevitably be devoured by the darkness within their own heart, becoming a slave to desire and ambition. Even more terrifying, these gems will follow their owners, capturing the souls of the dead around them, imprisoning them, and transforming them into energy..."

As he spoke the last few words, Zhang Cheng made no attempt to conceal the evil tendencies in his heart. His pupils flashed with a contempt that no normal human being could possibly possess—a contempt for life and death.

Eric instinctively shuddered, quickly threw the black diamond back into the box, and slammed the lid shut. In a slightly trembling voice, he said, "Understood! I will send them to the Middle East, Central Asia, Africa, and Eastern Europe within half a month, ensuring that each one ends up in the right hands."

“Fantastic! Remember! I need lots and lots of souls! If conditions allow, you can learn from your son and hire soldiers to directly kill certain sensitive political figures, thus plunging the region into chaotic anarchy. In fact, real military conflicts don't kill that many people; it's only when a region is completely plunged into anarchy that it truly becomes a terrible hell. Don't disappoint me and let you know the consequences,” Zhang Cheng hinted meaningfully.

"..."

Although Eric desperately wanted to ask at that moment, "Are you a demon?"

But in the end, I gritted my teeth and endured it.

After all, he was not one of those "pure white lotuses" who liked to stand on moral high ground and criticize others at the drop of a hat. He had already witnessed the dark side of politics and even planned many shady dealings.

"Goodbye, dear Mr. Harrison, and I wish you and your family a pleasant evening."

Zhang Cheng pretended not to see the fear in the other person's eyes, politely bowed, and pushed open the door to leave the study.

Jarvis, who had been waiting in the living room for a long time, noticed this, whispered a few words to his sister next to him, and immediately took his bodyguards and followed behind.

The two of them took the elevator one after the other to the underground parking lot, whereupon he suddenly stood up and shouted, "Wait! Sir! Please wait a moment!"

"Oh? May I ask what you need me for?" Zhang Cheng stopped and turned around, asking with a half-smile.