From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 228: The Corruption from Dragon Slayer to Evil Dragon

Soon, the group had boarded the vehicle.

Inside the car, these individuals were engaged in a heated discussion. They were debating what position to grant this former Dalit who had now become a Brahmin, which territory to assign him, and how to represent him in their mythology!

This was a "Deity" that had manifested in the real world, a Transcendent Being belonging to their Bharat. Now, their Venerable Elder would no longer have to stubbornly insist on the international stage that they had Transcendent Beings who were simply still burning incense in temples. Instead, they had an entirely new justification!

Was their own Era of the Extraordinary finally arriving? Many began to harbor ulterior motives!

With this in mind, the parliament member named Singh immediately decided to send the news to New Delhi.

Soon, a direct call from a certain Venerable Elder reached the vehicle, sounding in their ears:

"I am Narendra. I am already aware of the specific situation. What do you plan to do now?"

"Respected Prime Minister, we are already on our way to this Transcendent Being's location. If possible, we hope to obtain your permission!"

Parliament Member Singh hastily asked, "Do we need to pardon his crimes?"

"No, no, no, you cannot call it a pardon!" Venerable Elder Narendra stated with utmost composure. "Isn't what he's doing exactly the work we are carrying out? As early as forty years ago, our country's laws explicitly banned the human body trade and bone trafficking!""These trades and transactions are illegal and strictly forbidden. What mistake did he make? It is you who have made a mistake!"

"He is helping the Government, is he not? We should thank him for his assistance in purging some of the parasites within our ranks!"

"You need to thank him. Shower him with more gifts and praise, rather than trying to establish his guilt!" The Venerable Elder's words were radical. "Compared to a Transcendent Being, what does any of this matter? Wouldn't you agree?"

Such words seemed to be exonerating Jari and granting him corresponding Extraterritoriality, but everyone in the car could hear the underlying implications!

They could easily spout similar rhetoric, but coming from Narendra, it was a clear warning directed at them, the Vested Interests!

Because the global human bone trade was a ten-billion-dollar industry, and eighty percent of it was concentrated in India, with their West Bengal being the primary hub!

How could such a massive operation exist without the tacit approval of local kingpins like themselves?

It could even be said that this was the very source of profit for the High-level Officials present. Everyone was a participant. These operations were the instruments of their growing wealth; how could they not know?

"Understood, Your Excellency Prime Minister! We will give Mr. Transcendent Being a satisfactory explanation and response!"

Singh finally declared. Their networks were vast, and they were all aware of the exploits of that Demon gentleman in America. If they stubbornly clung to these profits, their entire families might be slaughtered by tomorrow!

They were capable of wiping out other people's families, so a Transcendent Being could just as easily wipe out theirs. It was perfectly fair.

Narendra continued, "Since that is the case, I will have the specific orders issued to you. Whatever he wants, we will give it to him! Whether it is sectarian status, caste status, money, or Power! Anything we can give, we will give to him!"

"As long as he is willing to join us, everything will be worth it! A Transcendent Being will be our trump card as we continue to conquer new territory on the international stage!"

This Venerable Elder had recently been having a very unpleasant time dealing with Golden Hair in America. He had been on the verge of surrendering under the heavy club of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Taxes, but to his surprise, his own country had delivered such a massive gift directly to his doorstep!

A Transcendent Being! This was their trump card to maintain a tough stance externally, and even the ultimate testament to keep the masses docile internally!

After all, if a mere Dalit could become an Asura, didn't that perfectly prove that their Doctrine was correct?

It showed that as long as one could endure hardship, they could rise above others! It all made perfect sense now!

The High-level Officials of this nation moved with exaggerated speed, eager to elevate this "Asura" to a high position, making him part of the ruling class just like them!

Meanwhile, inside the corpse Factory, Jari was also stirring up trouble!

......

Bai Yang also began to laugh, but it was not a laugh of admiration; rather, he was laughing out of sheer exasperation.

Because right before his eyes, this man he had elevated into an Asura was currently standing in the middle of this flesh and blood Factory, staring blankly at the piles of US dollars in front of him.

And the Factory employee whom Jari had dragged over last night to act as a guide had successfully transitioned into Jari's loyal henchman, eagerly detailing the Factory's assets and income to him.

"Are you saying that this Factory exports a hundred thousand corpses a year, averaging three hundred a day, and the export price per Corpse is two thousand dollars?"

"Actually, that is just our base price. The outsiders act as middlemen and mark it up, so the actual revenue ranges from six thousand to twenty thousand dollars per body!" Kumar explained.

Hearing these figures, Jari's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because his family's daily income was not even twenty dollars—and that was the total earnings for a family of six, not just one person! Furthermore, his family could even be considered wealthy among Dalit households; many families survived on less than two dollars per person!

Those were the truly impoverished within the Dalits, perhaps not even earning four hundred dollars over an entire year!

In other words, a single Corpse here equated to two and a half years of income for his entire family. And this place exported up to three hundred corpses every single day, which meant...

Jari could not even process the math, but the man named Kumar quickly calculated the profits for him:

"Exalted One, the daily income is six hundred thousand dollars, which amounts to an annual revenue of two hundred million dollars!"

"Two hundred million..." Jari fell silent. He had never seen such astronomical figures in his life. He had only ever heard the word 'million' or 'billion' in passing from street radios!

But now, according to Kumar, this Factory and all of these profits belonged to him!

"As expected, power truly is everything!"

Jari breathed a sigh of relief. After slaughtering so many people in one breath last night, his burning fury had largely dissipated.

Because he no longer had any clear enemies left to kill, nor did he have any Family Members. With only himself remaining, it was time he started thinking about his own future.

"Then from now on, I should be someone above the Brahmins! I should be of the Divine Caste!" Jari declared, turning to look at Kumar. "What do you think, Kumar?"

"Of course, Exalted One! I completely agree!" Kumar proclaimed loudly. "You are of the highest caste, the Divine Caste that stands above all others! No one else is as noble as you!"

"Hahahaha!" Jari laughed uproariously. "Yes, this is the caste I deserve! My cultivation has been sufficient. This is a gift from the Deities, proving that my suffering is over. I don't even need to wait for my next life; this very life is my era as a High-Caste!"

He looked down at the kneeling man, then gazed at the Factory before him, the money at his fingertips, and the comfortable life awaiting him in the future, and loudly announced:

"Tell the workers to continue their labor! Tell the corpse suppliers to keep providing corpses! Then, go and tell those Brahmins and Kshatriyas that I am waiting for their reverence and worship!"

At this moment, all self-identification as a "Dalit" had vanished from his heart. He no longer viewed himself as a so-called Pariah. Instead, he had completely finalized his transformation from lowly to noble.

Now, he was a natural-born, genuine High-Caste. As for being a Dalit? He had no idea what that even meant anymore!

"Kumar, what do you think I should name myself? Why don't I simply take the name Rahtu? That is the name of the Asura King who bestowed his blessing upon me!"

Jari Rahtu said as he stroked his chin. It was as if the life-and-death Agony, the tragic deaths of his family, and all the suffering born from his former identity had completely left him the moment he changed his name!

This seamless transformation of mentality and status seemed to be an innate skill shared by every Indian, and it was precisely what had made Bai Yang laugh out of pure frustration.

"The moment he gained power and was recognized by the High-Caste, he instantly turned his back on his own social class? Heh!" Bai Yang shook his head. "I originally thought he might bring at least a little change to this society, but he changed sides even faster than I anticipated!"

"This entire race is thoroughly rotten to the core!"

Alvin nodded. "It seems you were right, Crown. They have been brainwashed by their so-called Caste System down to their very marrow, and they gladly revel in such a transformation!"

"He degraded far too quickly. I thought he would be a catfish stirring up the stagnant waters, but it turns out he isn't even a loach—just a slightly larger grass carp!" Bai Yang shook his head. Through his field of vision, he could naturally see the government officials making their way over.

This group arrived at the front of the Factory, beating gongs and drums, accompanied by a team prepared to perform Brahmin Sacrifices, officially extending an invitation to Jari!

"His Excellency Arjun, the Brahmin High Priest of Kolkata, pays his respects to the great Asura King here, and invites the Son of the Asura to proceed to the temple to be Baptized!"

Hearing these words, Jari's eyes instantly lit up. The formal declaration he desired had finally arrived!

However, Bai Yang's voice also slowly echoed through the spatial dimension. "Then let Wutian make his move. There is no hope for improvement from within Hinduism anyway, so let the Demonic Buddha take over!"

"Let them have a taste of a grand feast of the Equality of All Sentient Beings!"