Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 835: I, Buggy, am going to fight for souls

In contrast to the shabby houses found everywhere in the impoverished areas, there are numerous mansions belonging to the wealthy. Mr. Besong is quite a common figure in the rich circle. However, he has many friends—previously, Mr. Besong frequently hosted pool parties at his home.

Due to his extravagant spending, Mr. Besong's circle of friends grew larger. Tonight, another gathering was taking place at Mr. Besong's villa.

However, this gathering was completely different from the usual swimwear parties. All the windows in the villa's hall were closed, and the curtains were drawn.

They didn’t turn on the lights, but everyone held a trident candle holder, providing enough light under the candle's glow.

Including Mr. Besong, there were eleven participants. They wore black robes, and the hoods of their outfits covered their faces.

They stood in a circle, seemingly conducting some mysterious ritual.

"And then?" Someone in the crowd voiced their confusion.

"This..." The organizer of the gathering, Mr. Besong, hesitated for a long time before frowning and saying, "Perhaps we should wait a little longer."

"Forget it," a woman said impatiently, lifting her hood and quickly shedding her black robe.

Of course, after removing the robe, the woman wore a form-fitting slip dress. She sighed, "It's a hot day, and we’re not using air conditioning, yet I still have to wear this thick robe. I don't want to torture myself like this anymore."Mr. Besong also lifted his hood and quickly said, "This is the only way for the omniscient and all-powerful Bucky to sense our sincerity."

The woman replied helplessly, "Dear Mr. Besong, haven’t we tried almost every method we could think of? Are you planning to hold an evil ritual like a cult in a novel and do something like a blood sacrifice of a newborn baby?"

Mr. Besong frowned and fell silent, seemingly deep in thought—everyone looked at his face and couldn’t help but feel it was absurd.

It seemed Mr. Besong was genuinely intrigued?

In fact, everyone gathered here had recently witnessed a miracle. They had seen the mysterious man who claimed to be the Apostle of Bucky save Mr. Besong's life in its entirety, and they even watched as this divine apostle vanished into thin air.

They even recalled the mysterious "voice" that appeared during the hostage situation at the theater that day.

They believed that this mysterious "voice" and the subsequent appearance of the man who saved Mr. Besong were both miracles performed by the great omniscient God Bucky.

Because of the miracle of life and the extraordinary power that vanished into the air, a group of wealthy individuals led by Mr. Besong suddenly developed a strange idea.

The omniscient and all-powerful God Bucky did not seem to appear in any contemporary belief system. He might be a newly born deity or perhaps one that existed in ancient times but was not recorded in history—regardless, there were no traces of this omniscient and all-powerful deity in the world.

Could they form a group to embrace the great omniscient God and become the first batch of his followers?

It was a miracle of life! These very wealthy individuals seemed to see a brilliance far more dazzling than the light of money—thus, under the fervor of Mr. Besong, who was almost caught up in fanaticism, this gathering came into being.

“Mr. Besong, maybe God Bucky is just passing through; it doesn’t care about the beliefs of the world,” Mr. Besong’s old friend said, patting him on the shoulder.

However, a peculiar belief had already ignited within Mr. Besong, and he said excitedly, “No! It must be because I wasn’t devout enough! When I was shot and my life was hanging by a thread, I felt the insignificance of life. I have so many things left unfinished, and my heart is filled with longing! It was the omniscient and all-powerful God Bucky who gave me light, allowing me to return to this world once again. It must be because I wasn’t devout enough!”

Mr. Besong’s fervent demeanor caused his very old friend to furrow his brows. Most of the people here were only half-heartedly involved.

On one hand, they had indeed witnessed a miracle, which had greatly impacted their universal beliefs. On the other hand, they wanted to see what would happen next; what if this was just a trick? What if it was real?

Isn’t living without any thoughts the same as being a salted fish?

At this moment, Mr. Besong suddenly raised the trident candle holder high above his head, transforming completely into a middle-aged, overzealous figure, letting out a strange scream.

Ah~~~!!!~! Ah~!~!

The crowd shook their heads, including Mr. Besong’s young wife, who couldn’t help but frown—she felt that the messenger of God Bucky had deceived her.

What happened to making him write a will?

But suddenly, in the supposed windless hall, a strong wind whipped through, extinguishing all the candles and plunging everything into darkness.

In the instant that the strange occurrence happened, the crowd couldn’t even react, but just a few seconds later, the extinguished candlelight reignited on its own.

“What… what happened?” a terrified voice sounded.

At this moment, Mr. Besong suddenly shouted out, surprised, excited, and in a high-pitched voice… his whole body trembled as he looked up, as if entranced, and suddenly knelt down.

“Are you calling for me?”

Above Mr. Besong’s head, suspended in the middle of the hall, everyone saw the divine messenger who had appeared that day wearing a carnival mask and disappearing into the void.

“It really, really appeared!”

“Oh my god… isn’t this a malfunctioning wire?”

But Mr. Besong suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, “Ignorant sinners! Why aren’t you quickly repenting before the divine messenger? Do you want to bear the punishment of the omniscient God?”

Perhaps it was Mr. Besong’s serious demeanor that scared everyone, or perhaps it was because this messenger had already displayed powers beyond scientific explanation. It might also have been due to their black robes and participation in this secret ritual, causing them to subconsciously feel fear… Under the gaze of the suspended messenger, they timidly knelt down.

At this moment, the messenger suddenly looked over at Mr. Besong—Bucky was indeed watching Mr. Besong.

Some conversations from just ten minutes earlier clearly floated into Bucky’s mind—his dialogue with the club maid.

——“What? A ritual?”

——“It’s just a fantasy of a bunch of wealthy people. They possess immense material wealth but are spiritually impoverished. You’re lucky to have come across Mr. Besong when his life was in danger… People are easily filled with a sense of reverence for the mysterious at the moment of death.”

——“So what should I do?”

——“You don’t even need to do anything; just maintain your image. The rest will be taken care of by Mr. Besong himself. Because he has already convinced himself of the existence of this so-called omniscient and all-powerful God, he will automatically come up with a lot of things in his mind. Even if you just say something casually, he might interpret it for a long time and treat it as a divine oracle. As long as you handle Me. Besong well, you’ll be able to quickly grow your own church.”

——“Now that you mention it, it does sound that way…”

Recalling this, when Bucky looked at Mr. Besong again, his joy was palpable—Mr. Besong was rich, very rich, and also a bit childlike at heart. His friends were all wealthy too, and he had heard that being childlike was contagious.

The key point was that these people were all very rich, and the people they interacted with were also very rich! In the future, those who joined would all be wealthy!

Rich, rich, rich! Why should I be a gangster? This way, the money comes faster!!

MMP! I’m turning my life around!

“Mr. Besong, I can already feel your devotion.”

With the support of the floating power from the maid behind him, even though Bucky's mental strength was just starting out, and he could only bless three or four times a day before becoming exhausted, he felt no fear.

“From today onwards, you are…” Bucky stretched out his words.

Mr. Besong’s throat moved nervously as he stared at the divine messenger above him, and finally, Bucky slowly said, “...my subordinate.”

“Subordinate?” Mr. Besong was taken aback.

Bucky calmly replied, “In my divine kingdom, everyone is a servant of God. I am the embodiment of God in the world; as my subordinate, you are also a servant of God. As long as you are devout, you will be able to ascend to the divine kingdom in the future.”

As he spoke, the emerald crown activated, and a scene of bliss suddenly appeared on the ceiling—the maid had said this could eventually form such a space, but it required him to gather enough faith power to support it.

According to the agreement signed with the club, Bucky only had the right to use this for ten years, and when the time was up, he would need to renew the fee.

“Divine kingdom!”

The sounds of astonishment echoed as Bucky waved his hands. He couldn’t maintain this ‘divine kingdom’ scene for long; if it weren't for the floating power of the maid supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground by now.

“All of you, as Mr.Besong's subordinates, as long as you are devout enough, can also become servants of God in the future.” Bucky slowly descended, calmly saying, “Mr.Besong, come and kiss my feet.”

Mr. Besong said nothing and bowed his head to kiss Bucky’s shoes.

Bucky placed his hand on Mr. Besong’s forehead, and a gentle glow radiated from his palm. Mr. Besong had a look of enjoyment on his face, and when he stood up, his complexion was rosy, and he looked spirited, as if he had suddenly regained several years of youth.

“Divine messenger… we…” the crowd hesitated.

Bucky replied calmly, “Mr. Besong, prepare a place for me to rest. Tomorrow, I will choose three among your many subordinates to bless, allowing them to experience the grace of my God.”

Mr. Besong was overjoyed and quickly arranged accommodations.

After that, having been promoted to the status of a servant of the divine messenger, Mr. Besong looked at everyone present, “Everyone, I feel better than ever; it’s as if my body is filled with endless strength…”

As he spoke, Mr. Besong suddenly grabbed a marble coffee table in the hall—intricately carved from marble, it was both luxurious and heavy—but he effortlessly lifted it up and tossed it aside.

Bang—!

The heavy sound of impact shook the entire villa.

“…So, everyone, why don’t you come over and kiss my feet to become my subordinates?”

……

……

A continuous and orderly sound arose.

When Caroline woke up, a film projector was placed in front of her. The film was rapidly spinning before her eyes. She looked around in confusion, realizing she was in a narrow room.

She was not alone.

In front of her, she could see a silhouette… it seemed to be a man. Recalling the scene just before she lost consciousness, Caroline instinctively tensed up.

This mysterious person who had taken her was now staring blankly at the movie on the screen.

Caroline instinctively shifted her body—she was not tied up by this mysterious figure, just casually lying on the floor.

In the process of moving, Caroline accidentally bumped into a nearby cabinet. The mysterious man seemed to notice, slightly tilting his head.

Under the bright light of the projector, Caroline couldn’t see the man’s features, but she heard his hoarse voice, “You’re awake?”

“Y-You… who are you?” Caroline looked around, nervously asking, “Where is this? Why did you kidnap me?”

The man continued watching the movie and replied slowly, “This used to be an auditorium, but later became a venue for film and drama activities… As for who I am, I am… the one who used to sit in Dormitory 403.”

Dormitory 403.

Caroline furrowed her brow; she felt that number was oddly familiar—suddenly, she remembered what Dormitory 403 was!

That was the place where she had been staying for the past two days.

“Y-You’re that classmate of Arnold’s?” Caroline said in shock.

Since she moved into that dormitory, she had never seen Arnold’s classmate—so… why was this person quietly appearing at night?

“How much do you know about Arnold?” The mysterious man slightly tilted his head again and asked.

Caroline stood up and quietly reached for a roll of film sitting on the table, watching him cautiously.

“If it weren’t for me, you would have already been discovered by Boston’s people, because you didn’t know they had others watching outside. If you had just walked away like that… your situation would be quite dangerous. Even so, do you still want to attack me?”

Caroline took two steps back. “But… why are you helping me?”

“Why?” The man slowly stood up and turned to face Caroline.

At that moment, Caroline finally saw his face—or rather, she was so startled by his appearance that she dropped the film reel she was holding.

His head was wrapped in bandages, and the exposed skin looked dry and wrinkled, as if he had suffered severe burns. His voice was even hoarser and deeper, sounding like a devil’s roar, sending chills down Caroline’s spine.

“…Because I have a common enemy with you.” The man pointed to his face. “The reason I look like this is thanks to those two brothers!”

“You mean Arnold and… Hailey?” Caroline gasped in shock.