Dawn of a New Era

Chapter 794 - 767: Diary

"July 13th, I feel a bit hesitant, because this is strictly forbidden, and once exposed I’m finished, reputation, family, perhaps prison is my final fate, but I have decided, I made an excuse for a mission trip, preparing to go to another world tomorrow, because it’s closer to the ’Spirit of All Things’ there..."

"July 15th, after persisting with the ritual taught by the Spirit Worship Association for three days, I finally saw it... cold, grand, vast, my poor language simply cannot describe it, it is the lord of all things, the spirit of the world, but for some reason, I feel uneasy."

"July 25th, I had another big argument with my wife, she took the child back to her parents’ home, this is the third argument in this half month, I regret it a bit, feeling irritable these days, maybe it’s the negative influence from contact with the ’Spirit of All Things’, it can’t continue like this."

"August 3rd, my strength started to progress rapidly, but... I find myself becoming less and less like a... normal person, I feel fear, I shouldn’t have joined that damn Spirit Worship Association in the first place."

"(No date, handwriting extremely messy) My wife is dead, I killed her, my son was very frightened, tried to run away, I caught up and twisted his neck, the sound of the cervical vertebrae snapping was very crisp. I think, I’ve gone mad."

...

The night was hazy, the lights dim.

The office was quiet, only the rustling of pages being turned broke the silence.

Huang Jiaqiang frowned deeply, unable to comprehend.

This person was a 47-year-old middle-aged Martial Artist, at this age considered the first generation of "old" seniors in martial arts, yet even such a seasoned martial artist couldn’t resist the lure of power.

The will of Tamu, an existence that even General Manager Chen dreaded in despair, these people dared to make contact so rashly.

This is not a Barbarian God, but an existence that transcends dimensions, beyond imagination.

I don’t know if that "Spirit Worship Association" acted out of ignorance or intentionally, if it’s the former it’s alright, if it’s the latter, it’s truly terrifying upon careful thought.

He pondered deeply, shook his head, and closed the blood-stained notebook.

Then, he took out a stack of photos from the file folder, there were more than a dozen photos from every angle.

As he looked at them, a chill ran through him.

The upper half of the corpse was riddled with bullet holes, barely a piece of good flesh, the most fatal wound was on the forehead, a bullet had blown off the cranial cap, the whole face severely deformed.

To cope with the new form of human warfare, the power of the new generation rifles has greatly increased, even a legendary being would be seriously wounded if hit.

But this isn’t the reason for the chill in his heart.

The key was its neck, twice the length of a normal person, with veins clustered like dense earthworms, meanwhile, an eye detached from its socket glowed eerily red.

"Sure enough, becoming unlike a normal person." He muttered to himself.

After staring for a while, the photo seemed to squirm slightly, the corner of the corpse’s mouth seemed to twitch into a sly cold smile.

"Creak!"

He was startled, freezing in shock, subconsciously leaning back, the chair legs scraping the floor, making a sharp screeching sound.

However, the hallucination didn’t disappear, and grew increasingly serious.

A faint chaotic noise seemed to whisper near his ear, like the static of a radio signal not received, or the Evil God softly murmuring.

Flowing darkness was silently engulfing the room’s light, a strong sense of foreboding gripped his heart.

How could this be?

How could this happen?

This is just a photo, a trace left by light and shadow!

As the Director of the Otherworld Intelligence Bureau, he has seen countless bizarre, strange, and unheard-of things, yet at this moment he still feels as if plunged into an ice cellar, a vague sense of a terrifying atmosphere filling the room.

Just then, the door suddenly knocked.

"Director, are you alright?"

As if jolted awake, the nightmarish sensation quickly receded, the room brightened again, when he looked at the photos again, the hallucination had vanished, everything returned to normal.

"Huff...huff..."

His chest heaved heavily, forehead covered in fine cold sweat.

"It’s... nothing!" Huang Jiaqiang forced himself to stay calm.

Maybe, just too tired, a bit dizzy, saw things.

...

"Secretary Bai, does the lord have time now?" The Goddess of Agriculture dressed in a green dress, said with a bright smile.

"Manlu Goddess, please wait." Bai Xiaoling respectfully replied, now facing this Barbarian God, she was not as nervous as the first time, after all, the other side came to greet her every night in the past few days.

Though every time, it was refused by General Manager Chen.

Sometimes, she even felt a bit sorry.

"Thank you!" The Goddess of Agriculture gently said.

Bai Xiaoling ran to Chen Shouyi’s room, and quickly returned: "Sorry, General Manager Chen is busy, doesn’t want to see anyone."

"No problem, it’s my loss not to hear from the lord."

...

"Did she leave?" Chen Shouyi asked.

"Yeah, just left, General Manager Chen, why don’t you meet her?" Bai Xiaoling couldn’t help but ask.

"In the melon field and under the plum tree, what’s there to see, don’t be fooled by her harmless face, remember this is a Barbarian God. To achieve their goals, many Barbarian Gods will do whatever it takes." Chen Shouyi said seriously:

"Think about it, why does she come so late at night? If I let her in, a man and a woman... spending a long time together, what would Minister Fang think?"

Isn’t it because she can’t see you in the morning?

Could it be...

Bai Xiaoling looked astonished, feeling her values shattered, she opened her mouth: "That... shouldn’t be possible!"

"You’re still too young." Chen Shouyi shook his head: "Dealing with a Barbarian God, one must be cautious."

It was his initial lack of vigilance, plus the insidious power of the other, that allowed the God of Fertility to succeed twice.

Fortunately, he learned from his mistakes, had gathered enough lessons.

"General Manager Chen, I will remember." Bai Xiaoling thought with a shiver, quickly said.

"But don’t be too concerned either, here, take this." Chen Shouyi said as he walked to a cabinet, opened the drawer, took out a necklace, and tossed it.

Bai Xiaoling quickly caught it with both hands, and couldn’t look away:

"General Manager Chen, this necklace... didn’t I submit it?"

"Not the same one, this is something I casually made."

"General Manager Chen, I..." Bai Xiaoling’s face blushed like it was on fire, very excited, ready to say something?

Chen Shouyi didn’t care for such matters, a small gift made her so excited and hesitant.

He waved his hand: "Alright, if there’s nothing more, go rest."

...

The negotiations between Great Xia Country and the Ba Country went smoothly, even exceeding targets.

Two days later.

Under the grand farewell of the Goddess of Agriculture, Chen Shouyi boarded the plane back.

Watching the fleet lift off, the Goddess of Agriculture sighed in relief, her smile became more genuine.

This Great Demon King was finally sent off!

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