The Death Worshippers were just a group of desperate Oripathy patients who gathered together after the Originium crisis erupted, a bunch of crazy cultists. They had no special purpose, nor any organization; just a group of madmen spreading various messy cult doctrines among themselves, then going around committing terrorist attacks, using so-called death to purify this world. In Lungmen's database, the Death Worshippers were clearly described as such.

In fact, when raiding the Death Worshippers' stronghold, they indeed displayed this level of competence. They had no skilled Originium Arts users, no scientific research personnel; the most advanced technology they should have possessed were some magically-powered drones they somehow managed to get from somewhere. Besides that, they had nothing.

However, it was precisely this group of things, labeled as trash and dregs, whose figures appeared in the Lungmen idol attack case.

A total of seven managers, all of them believers of the Death Worshippers. Although their bodies didn't have the self-destruct mechanisms activated by Oripathy, the tattoo sigils branded on them made all the intelligence department personnel of the Lungmen Guard Bureau lose face. Or rather, this was no longer a matter of losing face; this was a heavy punch to the face of Lungmen's intelligence agency. Yes, not even a slap, but a direct punch landing on the face.

"You all look at this symbol, look carefully, this is the small organization you said wasn't worth attention; they, at some unknown time, have already infiltrated such a core position of ours, even becoming managers for some idol stars. Do you have anything you want to say about this?"

Swire's face was gloomy as she slapped the document in her hand; the thumping sound made all the operators unable to lift their heads.

"This is our Lungmen's first-rate record company, first-rate. And these managers were basically all assessed and trained by us. Then they defected without us knowing. So tell me, who might defect next? Huh? You? You? Or you? Or perhaps the boss of Siren Records? Or maybe those people from Penguin Logistics? I know your hands weren't clean before, many things weren't reported truthfully, but this is too much now!"

"Seven people! A full seven people! If this were our Lungmen Guard Bureau having seven traitors, I would even suspect if those Oripathy patients would just march straight in and capture us all! You are all useless! The intelligence department of the Lungmen Guard Bureau is also useless!"

"All of you, get back and reflect properly, each person write a three-thousand-word self-criticism, then list out all related things for me. Go quickly!"

"Yes!"

Looking at Swire, who was sitting on the chair calming her emotions, a group of operators exchanged glances and silently returned to their posts.

There really was nothing more to say; the entire Lungmen intelligence agency had been deceived by these so-called Oripathy patients. They weren't as powerless as imagined; quite the opposite, they had actually infiltrated Lungmen in an organized, disciplined, and planned manner, and successfully held high positions.

This time, Miss Sora's sudden defection caused all their plans to be exposed. The plan written on that proposal regarding the Death Worshippers was simply shocking . A series of idol cultural systems, as well as some games and video websites, had already been contacted by the Death Worshippers; they planned to use social networks to develop the Death Worshippers' downlines, exploit the pain and incurable nature of Oripathy to gain sympathy, then use some terrifying atmospheric games to lure them into their own ranks.

The Death Worship Game, a terrifying game that gradually drags one's sanity and thoughts into the abyss through a series of requirements.

Lungmen's psychologists were convinced the Death Worshippers had a large number of mature psychologists for communication and rectification, only then could they create this kind of game specifically targeting normal minds. And Wei Yenwu, who was working in Lungmen, upon hearing this news, smashed his table on the spot in anger and directly summoned the ninja responsible for this aspect.

"What exactly is going on with the Death Worshipper problem?"

Looking at the ninja kneeling on the ground, Wei Yenwu forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and questioned in a low voice:

"I let you maintain the Death Worshippers to maintain that bonsai for Li Lin (夌林) to play with, not to support an entire terrorist organization! They should be maintained at a level where they can only launch terrorist attacks but have absolutely no way to infiltrate high levels, so that person can play happily. But what have you done!"

"…Lord Wei Yenwu, our recent investigation found that we are not the only ones funding the Death Worshippers."

"What?"

"Umbrella Bio is secretly supporting the Death Worshippers' research and industry. They seem to have made new breakthroughs in Originium Arts human modification. They are cooperating with the high-level members of the Death Worshippers, gradually conducting human modification experiments on the lower levels. It seems due to Eden, their Oripathy subject consumption is very fast; they need the Death Worshippers to lure a batch of fresh Oripathy patients for their research. We are still investigating their situation. Because the incident occurred suddenly, we did not have time to—"

"No need for your investigation. Nothing will be found. It has already happened, it's too late." Wei Yenwu sat on the sofa with a cold expression, his fingers tapping impatiently on the tabletop, then looked at the ninja kneeling silently on the ground, sighed to the sky as if resigned, and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"…Help me connect to Rhodes Island, I need their help."

"Yes."

The ninja lowered his head in assent and quickly handed over a phone.

Wei Yenwu had just picked up the phone when a slightly distorted, cold female voice came from it.

"Wei Yenwu? If you want to manipulate others, you must be prepared for backlash; I've always said so. So what do you need now?"

"All relevant information about the Death Worshippers, and their contact locations. I know you at Rhodes Island have always had this information." Wei Yenwu sat on the chair with a cold expression, twirling a black fountain pen in his hand, waiting for the reply from the other side.

And after a long while, the voice from the other side came faintly.

"…The Death Worshippers are a group of very pitiful Oripathy patients; most of them are very pitiful. Only when Oripathy patients are at their most desperate, completely with no way out, can they choose to join the Death Worshippers. We have endless sympathy for these patients. Regarding their choices, I also feel extremely regretful. Although I really want to save them all, regrettably, Rhodes Island, as a mobile hospital, is not sufficient to save everyone."

"Get to the point."

"You have to add money."

The cold female voice on the phone said directly.

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