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Chapter 158: The Extreme Lustful Holy Mother
Chapter 158: The Extreme Lustful Holy Mother
【Spiritual Source Power +66】
The Many Visions Star Pupil interface popped up with information. Ji Xinghuo took a glance and saw that he had gained nearly 400 points of Spiritual Source Power from his assault on the Dark Tide Gang.
Through electromagnetic sensing, he detected that there were still two to three hundred gang members in the building.
"What if I kill them all..."
The thought crossed Ji Xinghuo's mind.
More than seventy percent of the anomalies in the Immortal City had undergone mechanical modifications and had brain chips implanted. Most of the mechanical prosthetics and chips were cheap and inferior products of low quality, unable to resist electromagnetic interference. A single electromagnetic pulse could cripple the majority of their combat strength.
In his current state, they were as good as lambs to the slaughter.
"Never mind."
Ji Xinghuo suppressed his greed. He didn't want to become a ruthless killer. However, if those gang members dared to intercept him, they would be seeking their own deaths.
He examined Gonzalez's corpse.
The most valuable thing on this gang leader was his mechanical prosthetics, but the chip had been damaged. The remaining parts would require skinning and deboning to retrieve.
Next were his Power Hammer and the Repulsion Field Generator he wore on his arm, which took the form of a black metal armguard. It was similar to Zhao Manying's Chromium Armguard but fell short in both function and quality, lacking the folding shield. Nonetheless, it was still a superpower two-star equipment.
Ji Xinghuo picked up the Power Hammer and the armguard, storing them in his Dimensional Stomach.
He hurried through the hall and entered a secret room through a hole in the wall. This was Gonzalez's private office.
The Thunderous Battle Blade sliced through the wall, revealing a safe hidden behind it.
Gonzalez hadn't had the chance to reveal the password before his death, but Ji Xinghuo didn't need it either. He reached out and lightly pressed his hand against the safe, causing it to disappear.
Having reached Level 2, the Dimensional Stomach now had a space capacity of approximately four cubic meters. After storing a light-wheel motorcycle, there was still ample room, enough to accommodate several more safes.
As Ji Xinghuo exited Gonzalez's office, he encountered a few more gang members.
A burst of gunfire ensued, and then silence.
Ji Xinghuo made his way back to the ground floor from the underground levels, leaving dozens of corpses in his wake. His Spiritual Source Power had increased by another 300 points.
By the time he returned to the first floor of the building, no one dared to approach him.
In the lobby, Ji Xinghuo took out the light-wheel motorcycle without hesitation and rode off. The engine roared as he accelerated out of the building and soon disappeared into the distant streets.
From his arrival to his departure, less than ten minutes had passed, yet the Dark Tide Gang, which had reigned in this neighborhood for many years, had been utterly annihilated.
The light-wheel motorcycle sped through the streets.
As Ji Xinghuo drove, he opened the map of the Immortal City through his glasses.
The Immortal City was vast, though not as expansive as Chang'an, spanning over ten thousand square kilometers. It was centered around the former capital of Colombia, "Bogota," and extended along the Eastern Cordillera, stretching for over three hundred kilometers. It was known as the City of Mountains.
The "Santa Fe Wave Zone" mentioned by Gonzalez was one of the poorest districts in the Immortal City and also the most densely populated area.
Poverty often bred chaos and violence.
After more than ten minutes, Ji Xinghuo arrived at a dilapidated district.
Despite the towering presence of gigantic structures and the ubiquitous skyscrapers reaching over a hundred stories high, these buildings lacked the sleekness and shine of those in the city center. Their walls were dull and evidently in need of repair, while the streets below were filled with sewage, and various disorderly constructions surrounded the bases of the skyscrapers, forming a slum.
Here, one could visually discern a person's social class.
The higher the status, wealth, and strength, the more likely they resided on the top floors of the skyscrapers, looking down on those below.
Those without money, power, or strength scrambled for survival in the slums on the ground.
Beneath the district, there were even deeper underground spaces, where countless people also lived, struggling like rats in the sewers.
With a sensing range of two kilometers, Ji Xinghuo was shocked to detect a population of over a million people!
The streets on the ground were extremely crowded, with people weaving through narrow and intricate alleyways. Colorful billboards and neon lights illuminated expressionless, numbed faces.
As Ji Xinghuo entered the neighborhood, he immediately sensed numerous malicious gazes.
Some were spying from the shadows, while others boldly displayed their greed, their eyes fixated on his light-wheel motorcycle.
A light-wheel motorcycle was worth at least three to four million Asian dollars.
Even a single part could provide a poor person from the Santa Fe Wave Zone with a comfortable life for several months.
"A miscalculation."
Only then did Ji Xinghuo realize that he had underestimated the poverty and danger of the Santa Fe Wave Zone. He promptly turned around and left before anyone could make a move against him. He parked his motorcycle at a remote location away from the district, stored it in his Dimensional Stomach, and put on a hooded leather jacket, pulling the hood over his head to cover most of his face. Then he walked back into the Santa Fe Wave Zone.
The streets were filled with puddles from the recent rain.
The air was permeated with unpleasant odors, and there were indescribable smells that couldn't be pinned down, blending together to create an unbearable stench on the people who lived there.
And with those looks came malicious intent.
After walking a few hundred meters, Ji Xinghuo noticed he was being tailed. He turned into a dimly lit alley, and soon enough, several figures followed suit. Moments later, Ji Xinghuo emerged unscathed, his leather jacket pulled up to reveal a hammer tucked into his belt.
Perhaps it was the blood on him or the hammer's intimidating presence, but no one dared to trail him further.
Ji Xinghuo made his way through several streets until he reached the base of a towering building.
This was the address that Gonzalez had given him for the intermediary, "Black Dream" Elinor.
In the Santa Fe Wave Zone, those who could afford to live in a building were no ordinary folks; they were mostly Deviants. The building before him housed several thousand residents, with most families squeezed into cramped rooms. However, compared to the slums on the ground and the underground sewers, these living conditions were a significant improvement, with access to water, electricity, and the web—it was practically heaven.
"Black Dream Elinor..." Ji Xinghuo muttered to himself, knowing from her nickname that she was a Deviant.
Those who served as intermediaries in the Immortal City were undoubtedly powerful and well-connected; they were not to be underestimated.
Using his magnetic field sensing, Ji Xinghuo scanned the building and quickly located his target.
A look of surprise crossed Ji Xinghuo's face.
"Black Dream" Elinor resided on the top floor of the building, an entire level that served as her turf. Aside from her, there were about a dozen others, all of them men, making her the only woman.
At that moment, she was completely naked.
In a spacious and luxurious room, a breathtaking battle was unfolding. Elinor was taking on three men at once, and the fight was exceptionally intense.
The other men were scattered around the room, lying in virtual login cabins with instruments connected to their nerves. Nearby screens displayed their virtual world activities, all of them exerting themselves to the fullest, and their object of desire was none other than Elinor.
Elinor herself had a data line plugged into the back of her head, connecting her to the login cabins, allowing her to seemingly synchronize and experience the touch of all the men.
A convergence of the virtual and the real.
Her expression was contorted with madness, and her movements were fierce as she immersed herself in extreme pleasure and sensory stimulation, a sight to behold.
Ji Xinghuo was both astonished and intrigued.
He shook his head, realizing that these men were clearly under Elinor's mental control, and it would be more apt to call them her playthings rather than subordinates.
"I shouldn't disturb others."
Ji Xinghuo waited for a moment downstairs, taking the opportunity to enjoy the show.
However, it seemed like Elinor intended to go all night, showing no signs of fatigue, while the men had to take turns to keep up with her.
Glancing at the time, he realized it was almost dawn.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Ji Xinghuo activated his Stealth Ring and walked past the building's guards, entering the elevator. He casually inputted a password he had seen during his electromagnetic scan earlier, and the elevator ascended to the eightieth floor. He then climbed the remaining floors via the stairs.
There were two doormen outside Elinor's residence, evidently her playthings as well, but tonight they were on door-guarding duty.
Ji Xinghuo, still in stealth mode, swiftly moved past them and knocked them unconscious.
He pushed open the door and entered.
Beyond the door was a palatial hall spanning over a thousand square meters, lavishly decorated like a palace. The tasteful purple-themed interior exuded elegance and mystique, and the air was filled with a decadent fragrance that carried a hint of sweetness. A mere whiff of it stimulated the body's hormone secretion, inducing an indescribable urge.
Alarm bells rang in Ji Xinghuo's head.
The setup and atmosphere, coupled with Elinor's behavior, immediately made him realize something.
She was a heretic, a follower of the Star God "Holy Mother."
The Holy Mother was also known as the Saint, depending on the gender of the believer. Her full title was the "Extreme Lustful Holy Mother," one of the four major Star Gods alongside the "Red Emperor."
It was said that the Holy Mother was the most beautiful being in the world, possessing flawless looks and a body that exuded irresistible charm.
He/she was a bisexual god.
To female mortals and believers, he appeared as an extraordinarily handsome and graceful young man, exuding an allure beyond that of mortals.
The Holy Mother was also known as the God of Desire, reigning over all emotions capable of producing pleasure. He/she reveled in the extreme pursuit of satisfaction, be it through sex, gourmet food, power, vanity, or even love, thus attracting countless followers.
The most hedonistic and emotionally extreme behaviors could earn one the Holy Mother's favor and blessings.
On Earth, the number of heretics who worshiped the Holy Mother was the highest.
They were highly secretive and deeply entrenched.
However, outside the Asia-Pacific Collective, many countries turned a blind eye to heretics, especially followers of the Holy Mother. The more chaotic and disorderly the place, the more rampant they became.
Encountering a believer of the Holy Mother in the Immortal City was not unusual.
Ji Xinghuo did not launch a surprise attack.
Instead, he walked up to the door of the large room, knocked politely, and asked, "Black Dream Elinor, are you there?"
(End of Chapter)
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