Overnight, the underworld of Metropolitan Asylum changed.
Hundreds of refugee gangs, large and small, were struck with surgical precision.
The gang's den was destroyed by the police, and the gang leaders, both big and small, were targeted and eliminated, with almost no one spared.
Thanks to the positioning information provided by Allen, the anti-gang operation led by Margaret was an unprecedented success.
The only downside is...
Wei Lun, the leader of the Ditch Gang, and his cronies escaped from the police and fled to another place for refuge by boat overnight.
"I'm sorry, Miss. My reconnaissance capabilities have not yet fully adapted to the Titan Network. I can only lock onto targets within the city."
"Weren and his gang have already fled out of the city, out of my detection radius. I am really powerless to stop them. Please forgive me."
Afterwards, Alan said to Margaret with an apologetic look on his face.
"It's okay, Dr. Allen, you've been a great help."
Margaret waved her hand tolerantly, telling him not to feel guilty.
"Miss, there are some things I don't know whether I should say..." Alan hesitated and observed Margaret's expression.
"It's just you and me here, what's there to hide?" Margaret glanced at him in reproach. "If you have anything to say, just say it. I won't blame you even if it's wrong."
"Miss, from the time I submitted the investigation report to the time the police raided the Ditch Gang's lair, it took less than two hours."
"In such a short time, Wei Lun and his gang actually left the city overnight and fled far away by boat. Don't you think it's too coincidental?"
Alan lowered his voice, his tone solemn.
"Do you think there is a possibility that there is a traitor among us who tipped off Waylon and his gang in advance?"
"Haha... Dr. Allen, your reasoning is logical. It's a pity that there are illogical things in the world."
Margaret smiled oddly.
"Miss...I don't understand what you mean."
"Dr. Allen, you have just woken up from a long sleep and do not fully understand the era we live in, so you consider things according to the common sense of the old era."
Margaret sighed.
“But unfortunately, times have changed.”
"First of all, the police officers involved in the anti-gang operation are all under the surveillance of the Titan Network. The superiors have the right to read the thoughts of their subordinates at any time, and as the commander-in-chief of this operation, I have the right to monitor the thoughts of all participants."
"Under the circumstances, it is impossible to try to hide the truth from me and inform the enemy."
Alan couldn't help but frown when he heard her say that.
Margaret glanced at him sideways, smiling: "Are you wondering if you are also one of the people I monitor?"
Alan nodded in acknowledgment, awkwardly.
"Indeed, it includes you. I also scanned your memory of last night, including your sexual fantasies before going to bed..."
A mischievous smile appeared on Margaret's chubby face.
"Dr. Allen, tell me, who is , and why does she look so much like me when I'm thinner?"
"You misunderstood! That was... that was a movie star from the old days. She was very famous back then and was the dream goddess of many single young people of our generation!"
"Haha! How come I don't know about such a popular female star?"
"You were still young at that time, so it's normal that you couldn't recognize it."
Alan pretended to be guilty and made an awkward excuse.
"Hehe...dishonest man!"
Margaret rolled her eyes at him and didn't ask any more questions.
"Ahem! Miss, to be frank, I don't like the feeling of having my mind read by others, but it is my duty, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Alan frowned and got back to the point.
"Since there is no possibility of leaking the secret, how did Wei Lun and his gang escape capture? It can't really be such a coincidence, right?"
"It's not a coincidence, but a so-called... miracle."
Margaret pouted sarcastically.
"Miracle?" Alan looked confused.
"At least the guys from the Ditch Gang really think so."
Margaret whispered the truth.
"Our intelligence agency has planted more than one undercover agent inside the Ditch Gang."
"According to reliable information, a new member of the Ditch Gang has recently joined, calling himself a 'prophet.'"
"Initially, we didn't take this mysterious guy seriously, but looking back, we made the mistake of underestimating the enemy!"
"On the night of the crackdown, the prophet suddenly went into a trance, foaming at the mouth, claiming to be possessed by a god. He predicted that the Ditch Gang was about to face a disaster, and urged Waylon to lead his cronies to flee for safety!"
"Ah? This..."
Alan made a face that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Haha! Don't you think it's funny and ridiculous?"
Margaret shrugged and spread her hands, looking helpless.
"When I first received this news, I also thought it was ridiculous!"
"If I were Waylon, not only would I not believe the prophet's lies, I would tear his head off and kick it like a ball."
"But guess what? The famous gangster in Metropolis, 'Crocodile King' Waylon, actually believed the prophet's prediction and fled with his cronies overnight."
Alan crossed his hands and clasped them together, frowned and thought for a long time before breaking the silence.
"Miss, do you think this is a coincidence, or has this prophet really evolved some kind of prophetic superpower?"
“It’s hard to say.”
Margaret pulled a lollipop out of her pocket and played with it absentmindedly.
"So far, we haven't found any psychic who can truly predict the future in our database."
“But I have to admit that there is such a possibility.”
"Maybe the prophet is just a liar who got lucky, or maybe he can really predict the future. All this needs more evidence to test."
"Anyway, I will keep an eye on this person and see what he does next."
Margaret supported herself on the armrests of the chair with both hands and pulled her plump buttocks out from the deep sofa cushion.
"Dr. Allen, although we are a little disappointed that we failed to catch Waylon this time, we have achieved a major victory. I am very satisfied with your performance."
"Report to the Intelligence Bureau at nine o'clock next Monday morning. I will arrange a position for you where you can fully display your talents."
"As for the treatment, don't worry, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."
"Thank you for your trust, Miss. I will definitely not let you down!"
Alan said gratefully.
Margaret walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around and pointed at the coffee table.
"I haven't eaten the lollipop on the table yet. It's a small gift for you."
"This..." Alan covered his cheek, looking embarrassed.
"Haha! Don't be afraid, this time I'm not giving you sour candy!"
"Oh...that's fine, thank you Miss."
After seeing Margaret off, Alan returned to the house and picked up the lollipop to taste it.
It’s not sour after all.
Sweet with a hint of cool mint.
…
On the sea covered by moonlight.
A ship without a flag was sailing at night.
The crystal core generator drives the twin propellers, stirring up the sea water and making a buzzing sound.
Alan stood at the bow, gazing at the dimly lit metropolitan shelter, lost in thought.
Waylon held his son's hand and stood quietly behind Allen.
Next to the father and son are Annie, Cato and a group of core members of the Ditch Gang, all of whom are B-level superpowers.
Those who escaped death no longer have much attachment to the Metropolitan Shelter.
More attention was focused on Alan.
They expressed their heartfelt admiration for this prophet who accurately predicted the future and led them to escape the catastrophe.
Predict the future, seek benefits and avoid harm.
This is the simple impression that the general public has of the Prophet.
Only by meeting the public's expectations can you gain people's trust; otherwise you are just a false prophet who pretends to be mysterious.
Allen, who plays the role of a prophet, can indeed use "prayer" to simulate prophetic magic and get a brief glimpse of the good and bad fortune of the future.
However, this kind of magic cannot be 100% effective.
Just like weather forecasts, there will always be an error factor.
No profession is more criticized than that of prophet.
Even if he successfully predicted a disaster, he would still be doubted - it was because of his bad mouth that the disaster came upon him!
If the prophecy does not come true, the prophet will be ridiculed as a liar and his credibility will be ruined.
Allen did not want to risk his reputation by using conventional methods to predict good or bad luck.
Besides, there was no need for him to use such a stupid method.
As a prophet, he shares a soul and senses with Dr. Allen.
Dr. Allen accepted Margaret's commission and obtained the wanted criminal list. Prophet Allen also obtained the above information at the same time.
Before the anti-gang operation started last night, the prophet suddenly went crazy and claimed to be possessed by a god. He predicted that the Ditch Gang would be in great trouble.
The gang members present did not know him, let alone his secret of predicting disasters, and most of them did not take his shocking words seriously.
In fact, even Anne and Cato, who had spent the longest time with Allen, were skeptical at the time.
Before this, although Allen had performed miracles of healing and saving lives many times, he had not shown the ability to predict.
Only Waylon firmly supported Allen.
Not only because Alan saved his son, but also because he was the only one who witnessed Alan crossing the cordon that he believed was impossible to cross in a miraculous way.
How dare you not believe in the prophecies made by such a god? !
By this time, Waylon had become the Prophet's number one fanatic.
He ignored everyone's objections and asked all gang members to pack up their things immediately and follow the Prophet to escape from the Metropolitan Shelter and join the "Wings of Freedom".
Waylon is the gang leader and has a high prestige.
However, even he could not force everyone to believe the "crazy words" of a "charlatan", leave their comfort zone, and rebuild their homes in a distant and unfamiliar place.
Only half of the gang members present were willing to go with him.
Allen won't force those who don't want to leave. Time will prove everything.
The moment to verify the truth of the prophecy came faster than people expected.
Shortly after Waylon and his crew boarded the ship, the police launched a comprehensive crackdown on underground organizations including the Ditch Gang.
It turned out that the prophet did not disappoint Weiren's trust and was indeed foresighted.
Those who questioned him at the beginning were arrested and killed by the police, and it was too late for them to regret.
Those who followed the prophet on board were relieved to learn that they had escaped, and they were also convinced of Alan's identity as a prophet.
…
After two weeks of drifting at sea, the ship arrived at Freeport.
At the dock, Professor Butler greeted us personally.
Everyone settled down in Liberty City and gradually adapted to their new life.
During this period, Allen was not idle.
He led his first group of die-hard believers and established a church in Liberty City.
Among the followers, besides the Waylon father and son, there were Anne and Cato.
Another half month passed in the blink of an eye.
On the public forum of Liberty City's "Secluded Network", Anne issued an announcement on behalf of Allen, which immediately ignited public opinion in the city!
"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock sharp, the Prophet will hold a sacrament at the Giant God Cathedral to fulfill the promise made to Professor Butler."
"All spectators will have a chance to draw lots."
"1,000 winners will receive a bottle of holy water for free."
"Drinking holy water will grant you divine blessing, curb the cancerous transformation of Titan cells, and will not weaken your existing superpowers!"
Can taking so-called "holy water" really curb cancer?
The whole city was in an uproar!
I am eager to verify the authenticity of this news.
Now, the pressure is on Professor Butler.
After all, the announcement clearly stated that this was to "fulfill the promise made to Professor Butler."
Under public pressure, Professor Butler made a public statement confirming that the incident had indeed occurred.
“Seven weeks ago, the prophet told me to follow God’s will and save the world from suffering from diseases.”
"Seven weeks from now, it will be the miracle moment predicted by the prophet."
"Frankly speaking, I have not tested the holy water of the Prophet, and I do not know whether the anti-cancer effect of the holy water is better than the genuine cancer inhibitor as promised by the Prophet."
"However, I suggest that patients in need go to the church and give it a try. At least it won't do any harm."
Professor Butler's attitude is cautious yet optimistic.
As the professor said, since the lottery is free, there is no harm in giving it a try.
Patients with advanced cancer don't have to worry that drinking a bottle of water will make their health worse.
If it doesn't work, the prophet will be driven off the altar and branded as a fraud.
What if it works... wouldn't the person who takes the holy water get a huge advantage?
The direction of public opinion was completely within Allen's expectations.
In fact, this trick of drawing a lottery to get holy water is not the first time he has played it.
The same approach was used to treat lycanthropy in Port Quint, with great success.
Now the same old tricks are being used again, and the charlatans are even more adept at it.
Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I seem to see a holy light radiating from my whole body. I can’t help but want to worship myself and say “You are so great!”
The so-called holy water, the active ingredient is Alan's own blood, diluted with 10,000 times saline solution.
Alan has experimented with this solvent many times in the ruins of Kang Town. It can suppress the Titan cells in the human body to less than 10% and remove excess cancerous tissue.
In fact, if Alan bleeds a little more, all the residents of Liberty City can be saved from cancer.
But he didn't want to do that.
When a prophet does good deeds, he also needs a strategy.
Now that all the patients have been cured, what is the use of being a prophet?
Never underestimate the ingratitude of human beings.
Taking advantage of the public opinion heated up by the holy water, Allen announced on the Internet that he had officially established the "Church of the Giant God" and appointed himself as the Pope.
The teachings are easy to understand, typical mythological dualism:
The two giant gods who created the world are Titan Father, who represents light and hope, and Titan Mother, who symbolizes darkness and destruction.
As human society enters the postmodern era, morals are declining, people’s hearts are corrupted, and the entire society has slid into the abyss of depravity.
Mother of the Titans, heartbroken and angry at the fall of mankind.
He sent down a world-destroying curse, intending to wipe out all of humanity.
The carrier of the curse is the Titan cell.
Thus, the Age of Disaster arrived.
The merciful Titan Father heard the miserable pleas of the human survivors and could not bear it, so he sent prophets to the world to lead people to return to the right path, use faith to fight disasters, and rebuild civilization.
Allen himself is a prophet with the mission of saving the world.
In the eyes of Confucian scholars, such superficial doctrines have countless flaws and loopholes and are not worth refuting at all.
However, the people love it.
People living in misery have no time and energy to debate the scriptures, so they are most likely to accept this kind of simple and easy-to-understand doctrine.
The first batch of 1,000 bottles of holy water distributed for free achieved good therapeutic effects.
Without exception, those who took the holy water were cured of their illnesses.
Afterwards, all these lucky people came to Allen's church and took the oath of conversion with gratitude and piety!
Based on the feedback from their vows, Allen selects devout believers and focuses on their cultivation.
After this period of research, especially with the help of the internal information of Salomon provided by Dr. Allen , I discovered a wonderful and reasonable pattern.
In this magically transformed wasteland world, there is currently no true warlock bloodline.
However, the bloodline of those infected with Titan cells is highly compatible with the Titan-Giant clan!
After all, this world was created by the First Titan.
You can't write two "Titans" with one stroke, so it's reasonable that there is such a connection.
However, even the Original Titan probably did not expect that this subtle detail would bring great convenience to Alan!
Because this means that those infected with Titan cells can be injected with the Titan-Giant Bloodline Awakening Agent without any risk, and there is a high probability of awakening the Warlock bloodline!
So here comes the question.
In this world without warlock inheritance, where can one find blood awakening potion?
The answer lies with Allen himself.
Prophet Alan, whose body comes from the warlock world.
The giant bloodline has been awakened and evolved to the stone giant stage.
Alan drew his own blood and extracted the essence of his blood, which became the best blood awakening agent.
The person who is injected can awaken the warlock bloodline by practicing the ancestral meditation method, and in the starting stage, he will be a stone giant!
Just skip the previous ogres and hill giants!
Allen only reserves this gift for the most devout and potential believers.
After investigation, Allen selected the twelve best apostles from tens of thousands of believers.
The twelve apostles collectively participated in the "baptism ceremony".
Accept the blood essence bestowed by the prophet, and then through gathering meditation, be infused with the soul-soothing meditation method by the prophet.
Among these twelve enviable lucky people are four of Allen’s old friends.
Cato and Anne, as well as the Waylons, were among the first believers to be baptized.
Not long after, the twelve apostles awakened their warlock bloodline and gained their ancestral form by transforming into stone giants.
This is just the beginning.
As their practice deepens, Allen's apostles will gain even more powerful powers.
From the bloodline of the stone giant, it evolved into the frost giant, fire giant, cloud giant, storm giant, bronze titan, silver titan, gold titan...
The apostles devoutly believed that their power came entirely from the gift of the prophet.
If you betray your faith, you will be reduced to your original form.
As the number of believers increased and the average rank became higher, the faith and power that Alan gained also increased day by day.
Just three years after founding the Giant God Church, his cultivation level has risen to the early seventh level!
The giant bloodline has evolved to the storm giant stage.
Going one step further, it is the true Titan bloodline!
In this prosperous missionary work, there were also some minor accidents that embarrassed Allen.
Baptism night.
Anne, one of Allen's most devout apostles, came quietly into his bedroom, uninvited.
Naked carcass, like a holy lamb.
Alan saw the intention of sacrifice in her eyes and immediately refused, advising her not to sacrifice herself in this way.
However, Anne's eyes burned with the fire of fanatical faith, and she insisted on offering herself as a sacrifice to her idol:
"Hear me, prophet! Even Jesus Christ would not refuse Mary Magdalene to wash His feet with her tears of repentance."
Allen had no way to refute it and had to accept her sacrifice.