I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1027, Section 1022: The Cunning God-King

Although Maren couldn't be completely sure, the divine eye's words must have implied some kind of premonition, but if that was the case, it meant that he didn't need to worry about what was hidden in the ward.

On the contrary, it was something that was to her advantage, so much so that she called it a safe place.

Could it be that the guy who tried to get close to him is the reason he's still safe at this moment? After all, there must be a reason why he can still retain his memories.

But that guy didn't seem to want to show himself in front of him.

If that's the case, then Ma En doesn't intend to force the other party to appear. After all, he's not sure if there's some fragile and delicate balance at play, and if he breaks it, it will cause even bigger trouble.

All he can do now is wait patiently for the new manual that God Fist has rewritten.

Thinking this, Ma En didn't bother Ning Changkong any longer and went back to his room to sleep.

Although he had prepared for all sorts of unexpected events, nothing happened in the end, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.

Refreshed.

The breakthrough in martial arts he achieved yesterday not only kept him alert throughout his sleep, but also left him refreshed and full of energy to do anything after waking up.

Moreover, after getting up, Ma En did not go out to explore, but stayed in the house to practice martial arts.

However, things didn't go as well as he had expected today.

He had only been out of bed for a dozen minutes when there was a knock on the door of his ward.

"Maen, are you inside?" It was Kania who spoke.

After thinking it over, Ma En decided not to pretend he wasn't there. After all, the knocking had started almost immediately after he got up, and he even suspected that the other party had installed a surveillance camera in the ward.

"Coming." He opened the door.

Kania was standing by the door, holding a form in her hand:
"Marne, you're up so early?"

Maren looked at the list in her hand:
"Is this related to my illness?"

Kania handed the list to Marne:
"Well, you should be free at noon, right? If you are, you can go here to see Dr. Qin at 10 a.m. today, or you can go in the afternoon if you prefer. I can ask Dr. Qin to reschedule."

Marx and Engels asked:

"Can we go in a few days?"

Kania shook her head:
“I understand your fear of seeing a doctor. Many patients are prone to panic and are always worried that psychiatrists will do something bad to them, but doctors definitely want to help you.”

"We are all servants of the Returnees. If the treatment is truly terrible, we will not carry it out. I hope you can continue to trust us."

"Of course, if you are really panicked, I can also arrange for two pastors to accompany you. Our hospital is considered a high-end private hospital, and the services are quite comprehensive."

Although she spoke gently, Kania's tone was incredibly firm, and her eyes seemed to say that no matter what, he couldn't escape, since she couldn't let the patient decide his own treatment.

After a pause, Marx and Engel decided:
"I'll go find her myself."

In this kind of world, being too confrontational with the hospital that represents the church might cause other problems. Besides, Qin Lan was once an employee of the Bureau of Abnormal Control and is also Shenxiao's sister.

He was curious whether their connection had been completely severed, and also wanted to know what the relationship was between Qin Lan and Qin Luan in this "new world"—were they still sisters?
“Okay.” Kania nodded with a smile. “If you don’t know the way, you can ask the nurse. I have other work to do, so I’ll be going now if there’s nothing else.”

Marx and Engels nodded:

"It's okay, I'll go by myself in a bit."

After seeing Kania off, Ma En went straight out to the address on the list, continuing to familiarize himself with martial arts while trying to stay within the sight of most people.

Qin Lan's office was in the same building as his hospital room. He arrived nearby not long after, but the office door was still tightly closed, and the screen on the wall displayed the message that he was receiving treatment.

Seeing this, Ma En also prepared to take the opportunity to scout the area. While observing the surrounding environment, he also thought about what excuse he should use to pretend to be crazy and temporarily escape the situation if something really went wrong.

Therefore, he was most concerned about the presence of the pastor and security personnel, especially the former. If he really needed to escape the mental hospital, he couldn't afford to be caught by these guys.

Just as a map was gradually forming in his mind...

The sound of steady footsteps came again from afar.

"Hey." Before he even reached him, the other person spoke, "How did you sleep last night?"

The visitor was none other than Seran.

"It's alright," Ma En replied naturally. "Were you waiting for me here?"

Seran nodded:
"Your name is on the screen, they want you to see a doctor?"

Marx and Engels replied:
"Yes, what's the problem?"

Serane revealed a mysterious expression:
"Of course, do you remember my suggestion last time? How have you thought about it these past few days? You should have realized that I can sense Chen Yun's presence before she arrives, right?"

“I am not a madman, but a true god.”

Marx and Engels shook their heads:

"It sounds plausible, but some skilled magicians can create even stronger effects, and how do I know what kind of god you are, and not a devil or demon?"

"Isn't this a more reasonable explanation than that of so-called gods?"

Serane reached out without hesitation and pinched Marne's arm:

"Then what is this? You've gotten so much stronger in such a short time. I certainly didn't choose you without a reason. I believe you can see the truth; you possess this potential. And today you've proven yourself to have the potential to save my companions."

Although Seran spoke very eloquently, Marn sensed a strong undercurrent of cunning in his words, and even some of the ways he spoke were ones he himself had used, clearly trying to hide something.

Seeing this, Marx and Engels also began to show their talents:
"Save your companions? Let's assume you're some kind of god. If they're in the same situation as you, then there's a problem with what you're saying. Why do you claim you have no divine power?"

"But I can help you by saving them. If I really release them, will they have the power to help me escape together? Or do they actually have no power at all?"

"This will only attract guards or nurses, drawing their attention to those gods. In this situation, your purpose may actually be to frame them. Perhaps you are not their friend at all. You may need to gain power through their deaths. After all, I don't know what kind of magic you so-called gods or demons possess."

"Besides that, there are other equally bad possibilities for me. If these wards can seal away some kind of divinity within them, I can simply release them and let them escape..."

"Then I will become your tool for unlocking the door. Your companions may be able to be rescued, but they may not have the ability to take me with them, and even if they do, it is hard to say whether they have the will to do so."

"Perhaps you really are a god, and I really can save your companions, but I won't believe your promises to me so easily, nor do I have any reason to believe them, right?"

While raising doubts, Marx and Engels also tried their best to discard their own understanding of the gods, aiming to raise potentially accurate doubts in a near-blank state.

His suspicions in the first half are unlikely to be true, but the second half is different.

Because so-called gods are not physical beings, meaning that they are beings that exist simultaneously in the minds of all mankind, they cannot be imprisoned in a physical room.

Unless the room where they were imprisoned possessed some kind of power, and the cherubim captured and sealed most of the gods within it during the transition to the new world, Serane's plea would be more plausible.

It is very likely that as long as he breaks the seal on their ward, these gods can gain their freedom and return to human consciousness, but at that time his own life will likely be in danger.

Maren did not doubt that Seran would be stingy with rewards, but he also did not doubt that Seran would deceive him with lies and use his own death to exchange for the only thing his compatriots would do, after all, he was the King of the Gods.

Upon hearing these criticisms, Serane showed no anger; instead, he revealed an appreciative look.
"That's why I said there's a reason I chose you. You have a very sharp mind, and we need a mind like that to liberate our gods. I'm not entirely on the same side as my fellow countrymen."

"And if I want to truly rise again, I need not only my own people, but also a powerful elect who can bear my power, because I am not just a god, I am the king of gods."

"And you possess this potential. In fact, among all the humans I've ever met, you're one of the top mortals. I would never waste such a powerful force."

"If you can open your heart to me and let me enter and control it, I will show you this power. When you can feel this powerful divine force, you will naturally understand why I am confident that I can let you save my people and also let you leave safely."

Upon hearing this, Marx and Engels showed an expression of complete disbelief:
"Do you think I would believe what you say? The only evidence for these words is your own testimony. How could I be stupid enough to believe such things?"

Even disregarding the fact that they are not currently in the Southern Federation, there are many points of doubt regarding Serane's words, and it is impossible for him to allow Serane's power to enter his body.

These gods are capable of controlling their followers, and Marne would not take such a risk.

Therefore, he directly expressed his complete distrust of Seran's words.

Seran, still unwilling to give up, said:
"You can feel this power as soon as you try to open your heart. You can make decisions after you open your heart. There is very little you need to do; it's all spiritual work..."

Marx and Engels said with complete indifference:
"What you're saying sounds like something the devil would say. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Serane shrugged:

"The word 'devil' was originally created by Heaven to slander all hostile entities. True gods would naturally be called devils by them, and the souls of humans who died because of their rebellion against Heaven are also devils."

"If you don't believe me now, that's fine, because you will soon see the dark side of heaven. At that time, my proposals and promises will still stand. I am not a petty monarch, and you will soon understand that."

"Go ahead, your patient will be out soon."

Seran smiled confidently at this point and then prepared to leave.

However, just as he turned around, he looked at Marne as if he had remembered something:
"By the way, if you want to go underground, it's actually very simple. Just make them realize that you are a very dangerous patient and have them lock you up temporarily."

"This is one of the few simple ways to get underground; all other methods are unreliable."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away into the distance.

But Ma'en sensed something more deliberate. To him, many of Seran's words and actions clearly concealed some ulterior motives. This cunning king of the gods certainly had ill intentions.

No matter the circumstances, Serane is definitely not a simple character.

This makes his proposal seem even more dangerous. During their last meeting, Maren was still considering whether to use his power as the King of Gods, but after obtaining the promise of martial arts and divine fist, he no longer has as much need for Seran's power. At least in the short term, he is unlikely to take the risk for it.

In any case, Serane is a very "magnanimous" deity. If I change my mind later and want to cooperate with him after gaining more power, I can negotiate with Serane again.

Marne believed that Serane would never refuse if his conditions were right.

Then he started scouting the location again, completely disregarding Seran's advice to arrive early, and instead lingered until exactly 10 o'clock before returning to the office.

Looking at his name on the screen, Ma En walked over and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Qin Lan called out to the door.

Ma En pushed open the door and went inside.

What came into his view was dim lighting, as if the room was shrouded in a huge dark cloud, and there were several beautiful sofas, with Qin Lan sitting on one of them.

This office is different from the ones he remembers from previous visits. It's not just the original office, but also the office he entered when he fainted last time, although those two offices were quite similar.

But this room was completely devoid of the familiar desk and normal furnishings he knew; instead, it resembled a special consultation room that some psychologists might use.

"Go ahead and sit down," Qin Lan said, pointing to the sofa opposite her.

(End of this chapter)