Alien world

Chapter 1721, Section 354: The Lord of Chaos, Unpredictable and Ever-Changing

Baron Jim Kelly was the first to approve of Olme's joining the team.

With those items in his possession, the chances of hatching the Blackwatch have greatly increased. Although he is only responsible for the perimeter and not for contacting the corruption, he can still hold onto these two items and sell them when the Gray Fog returns.

And Olmec himself.

The second ratman in the black robe acknowledged that "Olme Shao" had two ratman wives, so he could be considered half of his own rat.

“The cave, take Olme and get out of here,” Baron Kin Kelly said, looking at Raiya. “As for you, it’s time to collect your reward.”

“Olme, you little brat, come with me.” The black-robed ratman turned and walked into the corridor.

Annan didn't follow immediately, but instead leaned over to Baron Jim Kelly and asked, "Um... will I get a reward?"

Baron Jim Kelly smiled enigmatically: "Your reward is yet to come."

Annan caught up with the black-robed ratman. "Where are we going?"

"Another place, a safe place where you can perform."

"Is this place unsafe?"

"How can a place that's like a bubble be safe?"

It's still an artsy mouse.

The black-robed ratman opened a door leading to the basement, took down an oil lamp from the wall, and went into the basement.

Annan followed behind, stepping up the stairs, wondering if he would see piles of corpses or something, but he only saw a teleportation array.

The black-robed ratman inserted the magic stone into the teleportation node, then gestured for Annan to stand on it.

Annan was about to take a step when he suddenly turned his head, looking with surprise and uncertainty at the faint sounds coming from outside. He felt a surge of negative emotions erupting within him.

The once harmonious hall was transformed in the blink of an eye, with raging green flames boiling and Lei Ya and the others struggling and screaming in agony within them.

The green flames did not burn them, but instead melted their flesh and blood like ice and snow.

"No, boss, why? We truly follow you!!!"

"Because you're all so stupid."

Baron Kin Kelly, who appeared approachable to Annan, revealed his true colors. Normally, he could tolerate the stupidity and eccentricity of his subordinates, but after discovering Olme, there was no need to keep them around for the sake of secrecy.

"So, for my own good, you should just die."

……

“They’re so stupid,” said the ratman in black robes.

Annan wasn't being reluctant; even if they didn't die, they would die in the courtroom in a few days... no, they might all be wiped out before they even got close to the courtroom.

He was simply shocked that the Chaotic Cult truly lived up to its name, with lower-level followers spreading secrets all over the streets, while the upper-level elites showed no mercy in killing their own people.

"Hurry up and get on top," the black-robed ratman urged.

The teleportation array began to glow, and Annan withdrew his gaze and stood in the center of the teleportation array.

A flash of magical light, and Annan vanished from the spot.

The screams from the upstairs hall had ceased; only puddles of melted slime and clothing remained on the floor.

Unbeknownst to Anan, the entire town of Greenfield was enveloped in terrifying green flames.

The scavenger sitting in the alley stared blankly at his reflection in the window: his face drooping, his eyes drooping, his teeth falling out... The same scene was happening all over the town, with villagers, passersby, animals, and even the mayor screaming, running away, and melting in the green flames.

The hellish scene of Greenfield Town, shrouded in nightmares, lasted for a few minutes before falling into complete silence.

Smoke still rose from the chimneys, but the town was deathly silent.

Aside from the faint strains of music drifting from the tavern, the bard sat in the middle of the tavern, covered in slime and clothing, eyes closed, continuing to play his melody.

……

After a dizzying spin, Annan found himself in a magnificent hall.

All around them were men and women dancing, unfazed by Annan's arrival, continuing to twirl and dance to the music.

Baron Jim Kelly walked over from among the dancing guests. “How come you’re faster than me?” Annan asked in surprise.

"This is also my projection."

Baron Jim Kelly led Annan out of the dance floor.

Annan's attention was drawn to the dancers: "These people are..."

“They are just like you, nobles who are willing to join the Chaos Cult.”

Baron Jim Kelly wasn't telling the truth. Annan sensed a strong negative emotion amidst the seemingly harmonious dance floor... These guys were like puppets, passively dancing on the dance floor. Upon closer inspection, one could even see the bloodshot eyes and despair in their eyes.

And the mastermind behind all of this is clearly Baron Jim Kelly, who is now admiring a masterpiece.

Following Baron Jim Kelly through the mansion, Annan saw enthusiastic maids, diligent gardeners... without exception, they were all being manipulated like puppets, doing fixed things.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't notice anything unusual and would just think it was a lively banquet.

Only Annan could smell their pain and feel their despair.

Baron Jim Kelly led Annan to the study, walked around the desk, opened a drawer, and drew a weapon from the hilt of a sword.

Annan retreated to the doorway: "I don't want the reward, just don't kill me."

"You were right to notice. Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Baron Jim Kelly's lips curled into a smile as he drew his weapon again: "You're different from them. You're more useful, and you might even become an elite like me."

Annan then realized that all he was holding was the hilt of a sword.

"Elite?"

Baron Jim Kelly closed the drawer and walked toward Annan. "I don't like the word 'bishop.' It makes me sound like one of those four-legged sheep who worship gods. The only one I truly believe in is Him..."

He tilted his head back slightly and recited in an aria-like tone: "The Lord of Chaos, who is in a state of perpetual disorder."

"What kind of god is that?" Annan asked, not ashamed to ask.

“He is not a god, but chaos itself.” Baron Jim Kelly withdrew his gaze and returned to the mortal realm: “Come, stretch out your hand and throw it into His embrace.”

Is chaos beautiful?
Annan muttered to himself as he stretched out his hand, not afraid at all.

In this turbulent year, so many powerful deities have lost contact. Even the Spider Queen, Rose, whose power was once her own, was forced to become a small spider. What power could that shapeshifter possibly have...? If it had power, there would be even less to fear, which means it's not even a god.

Baron Jim Kelly gripped the hilt of his sword upside down, placing it on the back of Annan's hand. But since it was only the hilt, when he removed it, all that remained was an oval-shaped red mark, resembling the outline of a slightly open eye.

Annan withdrew his right hand, looked down at the simple lines, and felt nothing special: "Is that all?"

"Wherever you go from now on, people will know you are a member of the Chaos Cult."

Baron Kin Kelly's expression turned charlatan-like again. "Young Master Olme, whoever you are or what your purpose is, from now on you will only be able to listen to the voice of the Lord of Chaos."

"Oh."

Annan didn't react. With devils on his left and ratmen on his right, why would he be afraid of you?

How many legions does your Chaos Overlord have?

(End of this chapter)