It's time to become an evil god.

Provoked by player groups from other countries, the Special Affairs Bureau lost all its prestige and immediately prepared a retaliatory plan for a decapitation operation. They even used their connections to pay a perfect-level item to hire the Assassin Brotherhood [Nightmare], the terrifying man who slaughtered most of New York on his first day as a player.

[Night Demon], who had been out of the public eye for a long time, made a rare appearance at a tailor shop to have a high-end suit made. As he walked out of the tailor shop carrying the suit, the owner pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said in a low voice, "Have a pleasant hunt, Mr. Wick."

The Night Demon, who had just stepped out of the door, paused for a moment, nodded slightly, and did not turn around.

And most of the people in New York's underworld will be unable to sleep for the next few nights.

The Special Affairs Bureau did indeed offer him a price he couldn't refuse. Dressed in a black suit, he once again picked up the murder weapon—an ordinary-looking pencil with nothing special about it, its tip stained with congealed blood.

He then sent a message to the contact person at the Special Affairs Bureau.

"I'm ready, when do we begin?"

……

The Special Affairs Bureau originally didn't want to use its employees, since the discovery of its members' mysterious deaths in other countries could cause a diplomatic incident. Therefore, Nishizawa Ryo was only acting as a liaison. However, he never expected that Bai Ze, the player who had received a gift from Nidhogg, would contact him proactively.

"I heard you're planning to take action against the Choir?"

Ryo Nishizawa, who was in a meeting, did not respond. This was an internal secret of the Special Affairs Bureau. Of course, most of the players in the Evolution Mission probably already knew this secret. After all, it was not the style of the Special Affairs Bureau to swallow one's anger after being slapped. Everyone was joining in the fun, planning to watch a good show of making an example of someone.

Calm London was on the verge of a storm. The Tower Magic Association and the official organization, the Supernatural Sixth Bureau, naturally wouldn't allow other forces to run rampant on their territory. After all, they were happy to see the Easterners suffer a humiliating defeat, so even in diplomacy, they maintained a domineering attitude.

The players, already seething with anger, were further enraged by these aggressive individuals.

The atmosphere at the meeting was somewhat somber. As the first echelon of the Special Affairs Bureau, apart from those who were killed by the descending ancient god's offspring codenamed "Placenta War God," only a handful of eleven players remained.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Bai Ge continued to speak on his own, "I heard that the Choir's headquarters are in faraway London. Even if you hire assassins to wipe them out in one fell swoop, operating in a foreign land means you'll be dealing not only with the Choir, but also with the Westminster Tower Magical Society, the Supernatural Sixth Bureau, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They'd love to see the Special Affairs Bureau from the East make a mess of things in London and get thwarted."

What do you want?

For a moment, Nishizawa Ryo was a little confused about the meaning of Bai Ge's words, so he tentatively asked a question and changed the subject. However, what followed hit Nishizawa Ryo like a bombshell.

"What if I said I had the coordinates of their London outpost?"

"What did you say?"

Nishizawa Ryo stared in disbelief and asked, "You really have the coordinates of their London base?"

"I will provide the coordinates of five strongholds so that you can verify their authenticity, but there is one condition: I will also join the hunt."

Nishizawa Ryo couldn't make the decision on this matter, and could only reply, "However... I can only consult my superiors about this issue for now."

The matter was of great importance, and Nishizawa Ryo dared not delay. While the details were still being discussed, he immediately stood up in the meeting, startling the chainsaw man next to him.

Without delay, he reported the situation to his superiors and provided the location information provided by Bai Ge.

The meeting had to be temporarily suspended, and the senior officials of the Special Affairs Bureau urgently convened another meeting.

The five insights given by Bai Ge were investigated.

After weighing the pros and cons, they decided to let Bai Ge join the operation, on the condition that he would not ruin their plans.

After the briefing, the meeting adjourned hastily. Although the top-tier players were outraged, considering the power struggles among various factions in London, they prevented the open intervention of the Special Affairs Bureau. Even if the matter were exposed, London wouldn't be able to pin the blame on them.

"Actually... I think Bai Ze might not act according to our suggestion."

After the meeting, the chainsaw player, who was acting as an outside helper, quietly approached Nishizawa Ryo and whispered, "I have a bad feeling. I have a feeling this matter might escalate into something big. How will we handle it then?"

"Will this cause a huge uproar? Then what are we waiting for? Let's get out of here."

Having long been unable to swallow his anger, Nishizawa Ryo slammed his fist on the table and said through gritted teeth, "If I don't beat the chorus bishop to a brain hemorrhage this time, I'm not a member of the Electronic School!"

"us?"

Chainsaw paused for a moment, then said, "But the higher-ups have explicitly forbidden officially numbered players from the Special Affairs Bureau from intervening..."

Xi Zeliang's face instantly darkened. He stared at the chainsaw man in front of him, sneered, and said disdainfully, "Now foreign players are bullying us! And you're still here making diplomatic protests? To hell with diplomatic protests, let me just tell you, I've already bought the plane tickets to London. Brother Bai is quite generous, secretly sharing all the information about the Choir's strongholds with me."

Chainsaw Man's heart skipped a beat; he could even imagine what was going to happen next.

He hesitated and said, "But what if the higher-ups blame us..."

"What's the panic?"

With a wink, Nishizawa Ryo asked impatiently, "Haven't you ever heard of a subordinate overthrowing their superior?"

Chapter 157 I am nothing more than a weak woman with both strength and speed at A rank.

The first thing that caught her eye was the glaring light. Bai Ge raised her arm, her fingers twitched, and she felt a sense of sluggishness and stagnation.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the glass mirror. His entire body had turned into a wooden doll. He moved his joints and made a creaking sound.

At first, manipulating the exquisitely crafted puppet may feel awkward and sluggish, with joints moving slowly and stiffly. It's as if you're dealing with a dying, fading lamp.

"You're awake."

The little fox, who was munching on potato chips and swinging its legs, twitched its ears, raised its little hand, and said happily, "The surgery was a success. You're a girl now!"

"Snapped."

Bai Ge smacked the little fox hard on the back of the head.

The little fox held its head, pouting pitifully, "Ouch, it hurts!"

After gradually adapting to the exquisite doll's body, Bai Ge disguised himself to make himself indistinguishable from a real person. Having witnessed the Golden Kingdom lich power of the chorus bishop, Bai Ge had a meticulous plan. This mission was to disguise himself as a chorus follower and infiltrate the ceremony in advance, secretly laying the groundwork and waiting for the right opportunity.

First, try to trick the opponent into using their ultimate skill and Flash by using a puppet controlled by their soul. Then, teleport your real body with the Special Affairs Bureau and kill the opponent with a wave of basic attacks.

Of course, it would be even better if we could seize the elixir of immortality from the Golden Kingdom amidst the chaos.

It's estimated that the Special Affairs Bureau and other bounty hunters are also eyeing this lucrative opportunity.

Bai Ge coughed, but his voice was still a deep, magnetic male voice, "Waaah, not bad, you shouldn't give yourself away if you don't open your mouth."

The little fox stared dumbfounded at Bai Ge in front of it, then quickly shook its head, "No, no, Master, girls don't talk like that."

"Ok?"

Bai Ge asked hesitantly, "How should a girl speak?"

"If you bring this up, I won't be sleepy anymore. Come on, let me teach you. For example, when you say a cup of milk tea is delicious, you should say it like this."

The little fox jumped off the table, assumed a horse stance, put its hands on its hips, and shouted, "Ha, this milk tea has a great voice and energy!"

"..."

The little fox seemed to have gotten carried away, wagging her little tail as she continued, "For example, this is how you should express feeling unwell. Hey, what kind of nonsense is this? It's going to break our hearts!"

"..."

"For example, when you go out to eat with your best friend, this is how you should order food..."

"Wait, stop right there, don't say any more."

Bai Ge quickly covered the little fox's mouth with his hand and said, "If this continues, I'll have 107 good brothers who will join Liangshan."

Facing a bishop with the strength of one of the top players, Bai Ge naturally dared not be negligent, and even called on the only powerful girl among a group of small fry, Shiranui.

Upon hearing that Shiranui was going to take her out to kill people, the girl immediately became eager to try. She'd been watching anime and dramas for too long lately, and her killing skills had become a bit rusty.

As for the paper effigy, they're busy with all sorts of weird projects these days, you can't even spot a ghost. I heard they even developed a dating app called Ghost, mimicking Soul, for people and ghosts to socialize with. Users who have tried it say that unless you're a potential candidate for permanent confinement in a mental hospital, you shouldn't try matching with them, because you never know if the person you're matching with to play King of Glory is actually human.

He then used the positioning function of the moon phase gyroscope to teleport himself to London, the foggy city on the other side of the continent.

Bai Ge chose an abandoned subway station on a ring road where the most believers gathered.

……

In every old city, there are a few inconspicuous alleys, perhaps where a horrific murder took place, forever changing the fate of a little boy who lost his parents. Perhaps he appears deep in the smoke-shrouded cobblestone alley, where the murderer, wearing a gentleman's hat, casually discards his blood-stained weapon in a corner.

For example, this one now.

It is tucked away in the old East End of London. There are no road signs, no lights, no name, and not even a sewer at the entrance. There are only walls that stretch out on both sides and this inconspicuous alley entrance that you might miss if you are not paying attention.

The streets are filled with dilapidated facilities that have been neglected for years. The red mailboxes are broken and covered with mottled rust. There is a street lamp that no one comes to repair, two garbage cans that are always overflowing, a few stray cats that often rummage through drawers and cabinets, and flies that can't be stopped even by insecticide spray.

A woman in a long black robe walked slowly through the deserted alley, followed by three young girls. As the chorus's saintess, Aisley thankfully escaped the fate of becoming a sacrifice in the divine descent ritual due to her own limitations. The other saintess, however, was not so fortunate. It is said that she not only became a tool for the divine child's descent but was also forcibly transformed into a familiar, ultimately dying in an attack by players from the Special Affairs Bureau.

The thought of the Special Affairs Bureau cast a shadow over the saintess's face. The choir had made a colossal blunder. If the mission had succeeded and God had fully descended, most of the Eastern world would have become a no-man's land. However, the plan had malfunctioned at its most crucial step; the legendary Mr. Door clearly possessed skills surpassing even the top-tier players. So much so that even after the plan's failure, the bishop was willing to offer the Golden Kingdom's elixir of immortality—a perfect-level item—in exchange.

Saintess Asri licked her lips, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes.

"That's a secret elixir that grants immortality by exchanging a portion of one's soul. Who wouldn't want to have it?"

"Saintess Asri, please do not proceed any further."

One of the hooded girls behind them whispered, "There's a strong sense of malice directed at you, about fifty meters down in the alley."

"In terms of skill level."

After a moment's hesitation, the hooded girl whispered, "She doesn't seem like a player, but she has the strength of a player."

Another girl spoke up, saying, "I can't detect any life force fluctuations in her, nor does she seem to be a spirit."

"Oh?"

Saintess Aisley stopped her long, meticulous walk, observing with amusement the depths of the alleyway where the true nature of the scene was completely obscured. A disdainful smile appeared on her face as she subtly buffed herself with various scrolls, including [Attack Deflection], [Silver Skin], [Magic Boost], and [Accelerated Health Regeneration], before tauntingly saying, "Stop sneaking around in the dark. Come out. The Choir has offended many people and forces; who do you think you are?"

Saintess Asri pointed to her fair and delicate face and said coldly, "I'm standing right here. Go ahead and punch me in the face if you dare! What, you're too scared to do it? It's useless..."

Before she could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind swept through the alley. Before Saintess Asley could react, a dark figure flashed in front of her and delivered a final, heavy punch to her nose.

Click.

Her muscles were trembling uncontrollably, and Saintess Asri's eyes were filled with terror and despair. Before she could even utter a spell, a barrage of fists rained down on her.

"Ora ora ora ora ora~"

It looked as if she had taken hundreds of punches in a few short seconds, her well-maintained and beautiful face was pounded into a pig's head. Finally, she was thrown out in mid-air in a very difficult 720-degree Thomas spin, landing heavily in the garbage heap.

The stray cat rummaging through the garbage dump was startled and jumped out, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

From provocation to being attacked, it all happened in just a few dozen seconds, before anyone could even react to what had just happened.

The other person even flipped over in mid-air like a nimble swallow, landing gracefully on their toes.

"You bastard."

Saintess Aisley, her face bruised and swollen, staggered to her feet. Her eyes were so badly swollen she could barely open them. She glared at Aisley and demanded through gritted teeth, "Who are you?"

"Waaaaah."

The exquisite doll turned its neck, maintaining its calm expression, and raised its chin, saying, "I am nothing more than a weak woman with both strength and speed at A-rank."