novelraw Chapter 95 : The Fall of Neon Metropolis
Chapter 95 : The Fall of Neon Metropolis
Chapter 95: The Fall of Neon Metropolis
“I want it too! Cult Leader, I have diabetes!”
“I have heart disease!”
“I have gout!”
The cabinet ministers who had just been sitting upright with solemn expressions now looked like aunties at a wet market scrambling for discounted eggs, each one frantically reaching out toward Ma Yuanzhang.
Dignity?
Decorum?
In the face of “staying alive,” they were not worth a single cent.
Ma Yuanzhang looked at this group of politicians exposing every last bit of their ugliness, and the pleasure in his heart reached its peak.
This was what mortals were.
This was what the so-called elite were.
Give them just a little sweetness, and they would wag their tails and beg like dogs.
“Don’t rush, my children.”
Ma Yuanzhang spread his arms, the psychic power of the 【Preacher】 activated at full output.
“God loves the world, and God will favor every devout believer.”
“As long as you convert to the Church of Myriad Spirits, as long as you become servants of God.”
“Health, longevity, and even… power—God will grant all of it to you.”
His voice echoed through the conference room, carrying an irresistible, bewitching force.
“We are willing!”
“We convert!”
“Long live the Church of Myriad Spirits!”
The ministers all knelt to the ground, kowtowing and worshipping Ma Yuanzhang.
The entire conference room instantly turned into a cult-style pyramid scheme scene.
“Mad! You’re all mad!”
Only that iron-blooded general was still standing.
He looked at his colleagues kneeling all over the floor, looked at that charlatan basking in everyone’s adoration, and trembled with rage from head to toe.
“Spreading heretical lies to deceive the masses!”
“Ma Yuanzhang! Who do you think you are?! You’re nothing but a con artist! A cult leader!”
“Prime Minister! Ministers! Wake up!”
“This is sorcery! This is brainwashing!”
“Ma Yuanzhang is trying to steal the nation!”
“Are you really going to hand the entire country over to this fraud?!”
The general roared, “Guards! Guards?! Arrest this monster for me!”
However, the Minister of Defense slowly stood up, his eyes filled with frenzied killing intent.
“You are the monster.”
“How dare you slander God! How dare you obstruct God’s radiance!”
“You are the one who deserves to die!”
“Men! Execute this sinner who blasphemes God on the spot!”
“Yes!”
Several guards suddenly rushed forward.
“You… what are you doing?!”
The general widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at his former colleagues.
“I am doing this for the nation! For Neon Metropolis!”
“For the Church of Myriad Spirits!”
The Minister of Defense said each word slowly. There was not the slightest trace of emotion in his eyes—only fanatical loyalty.
“Mad, you’re all mad!!!”
Seeing everyone around him lose their sanity, the general drew the handgun at his waist, the dark muzzle aimed straight at Ma Yuanzhang’s brow.
“Go to hell! Monster!”
“Bang!”
The gunshot rang out.
But the one who fell was not Ma Yuanzhang.
It was the general himself.
The one who fired was the prime minister’s personal bodyguard captain.
And behind the bodyguard captain, the prime minister stood there, looking coldly at the general lying in a pool of blood.
“How dare you show disrespect to the true God.”
The prime minister’s voice was icy to the bone, completely devoid of his former indecisiveness.
“This is the fate of heretics.”
“Dispose of him.”
Several guards who had already been completely brainwashed stepped forward and dragged the old general—who had devoted his entire life to the nation—out like a dead dog.
A shocking trail of blood was left on the floor.
The conference room was deathly silent.
No one dared to speak, and no one even dared to lift their head to take a look.
Fear and fanaticism intertwined, forming the most unbreakable shackles.
Ma Yuanzhang stepped over that bloodstain and walked to the main seat at the conference table.
He unceremoniously dropped into it.
It was the seat that originally belonged to the prime minister.
It was the symbol of the highest authority of this nation.
But now, the prime minister stood respectfully behind him like the most humble attendant, bent at the waist, head lowered.
“From today onward.”
Ma Yuanzhang stroked the armrest of the genuine leather chair, his gaze sweeping across the room.
“The Church of Myriad Spirits is the state religion of Neon Metropolis.”
“All government departments, all police, and the military were to fully cooperate with the Church’s missionary work.”
“All government resources would tilt toward the Church of Myriad Spirits.”
“All media were required to unconditionally promote the gospel of the Church of Myriad Spirits.”
“All schools were required to establish courses of the Church of Myriad Spirits.”
“All citizens were required to believe in the Church of Myriad Spirits.”
“Otherwise…”
His gaze was icy as it swept across everyone present.
“It would be blasphemy against God.”
“It would be becoming an enemy of all Neon Metropolis.”
“Do you understand?”
“Understood!”
“I want every person of Neon Metropolis to bathe beneath God’s radiance.”
“Yes! Cult Leader!”
All the ministers shouted in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized, as if rehearsed countless times.
Ma Yuanzhang nodded in satisfaction.
He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and yanked the curtains open.
Outside the window lay the bustling Neon Metropolis.
Skyscrapers rose one after another, traffic flowed endlessly.
And at the far end of his vision, that red-and-white Tokyo Tower stood in the night, like a sharp sword piercing the heavens.
It was the symbol of this city.
And also the highest point of this city.
“There…”
Ma Yuanzhang extended his hand, pointing in the direction of Tokyo Tower, his eyes burning with a raging blaze called ambition.
“The scenery there is quite nice.”
“I want to place my divine throne there.”
“I want to stand atop Tokyo and look down upon my realm.”
“I want the whole world to see God’s light!”
Behind him, the prime minister immediately bent at the waist and said, “Yes, Cult Leader.”
“I will immediately arrange for an engineering team to renovate Tokyo Tower.”
“Within three days, we will surely build for you a… Heaven-Piercing Divine Tower worthy of your status!”
Ma Yuanzhang looked at the night outside the window, the corner of his mouth curling into a ferocious smile.
Now, he was no longer satisfied with merely being a cult leader.
He wanted to become the only god upon this land!
……
Abnormal Countermeasures Section command room.
“Bang!”
Sato Masayoshi slammed the report in his hand viciously onto the table.
“This is your blockade?!”
“A group of living people just ran off right under your noses?!”
On the screen, footage played of Chen Mo rescuing Gang Tianmeng.
Although the exact process could not be seen clearly due to the smoke, the result was obvious.
The official encirclement had become a joke.
“Section Chief… that black smoke that appeared suddenly… interfered with our instruments…”
The technician explained timidly.
“Enough!”
Sato Masayoshi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
“Investigate!”
“Find out who those two people who suddenly appeared are!”
“There are more Transcendents than we imagined, and they’re far more complex!”
At that moment, a liaison officer suddenly stood up.
“Section Chief! A call from the Prime Minister’s Residence!”
“Put it through.”
Sato Masayoshi adjusted his collar.
The call connected, and the prime minister’s secretary’s icy voice came through.
“Section Chief Sato, the Prime Minister is extremely disappointed with tonight’s operation.”
“The mess in Shibuya hasn’t been cleaned up yet, and Bunkyo Ward has turned into a complete battlefield.”
“The public’s panic is about to spiral out of control.”
“We need an explanation.”
“Or rather… we need a hero.”
“A hero?” Sato Masayoshi frowned.
“That’s right.”
The secretary’s voice carried a hint of fanaticism.
“Master Ma Yuanzhang.”
“He will personally receive representatives of the victims at the Prime Minister’s Residence tomorrow morning and conduct a public prayer.”
“What you need to do is cooperate with the publicity.”
“Let everyone know that only the Church of Myriad Spirits, only Master Ma, can save this country.”
The fingers gripping the phone gradually turned white.
Let a charlatan save the country?
This was simply the greatest joke under heaven!
But he could not refuse, because this was an order.
“Yes.”
Sato Masayoshi gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word through clenched teeth.
After hanging up, Sato Masayoshi’s eyes were filled with unwillingness and helplessness.
Was this country truly going mad?