I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 714 Bige's Great Fortune (Part 7)

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With a soft beep from his phone, John, who was slacking off, raised an eyebrow, picked up the phone, glanced at it, and seeing the browser icon, knew it was probably another annoying push notification. He immediately wanted to clear it, but then, after another glance, he sat bolt upright—

[Shocking! A massive explosion, suspected to be in the septic tank system of the Cathedral of St. Messiah, has occurred! Tourists weep: "I've never seen anything like this in my life!"]

"What the heck?" John stared wide-eyed at the title, forgetting even to click on it. What was the Great Cathedral of St. Messiah? It was the headquarters of the Holy See! Not only a religious holy site, but also the capital of the Papacy!

As a super-large religion with believers making up more than 30% of the total population, even if there are casual believers and shallow believers among them, it is not something that can be spread by rumors!
"Did the Shock Department hire a temporary worker this time? We need to find out what's going on quickly, or we'll be finished!"

He mentally scoffed, but out of curiosity, he clicked on the news article. However, as the page loaded, his eyes widened immediately—

It's not the kind of photo that's been processed with exaggerated filters, nor is it an AI image that's obviously been photoshopped countless times, and it's certainly not just some random photo from who-knows-where that's been used to fill in the gaps.

The photos that appeared in this news article were clearly taken by mobile phones from different distances and angles, some high-definition and some blurry, and there were even short videos.

The iconic complex of the Cathedral of St. Messiah can be clearly seen from various angles in the footage!
At this moment, however, the once pure white and holy building has been completely stained with a yellowish-green color, and down to the height of the second-floor windows, it is completely submerged in mud that you can almost smell even through the screen.

People dressed in Templar armor or priestly robes struggled within, their movements clumsy and their bodies covered in indescribable filth. The building's walls, exquisite carvings, stained-glass windows... everything was plastered with a thick, even layer of "paint."

There is even a video that appears to have been filmed from a high-rise hotel. In the video, you can clearly see that the "mud" is not still, but slowly flowing and rotating, forming a huge, unsettling vortex. Occasionally, bubbles rise from the depths and burst, as if carrying some kind of "life" rhythm—if that can be called life.

John didn't even have time to read the editor's text before scrolling directly to the comments section, where he instantly saw comments that seemed to be refreshing every moment:

"My God! This... how many years of inventory must this have been stored?!"

"Forgive me, I actually got hungry watching this... (just kidding)"

"Don't go, you have some serious tastes!"

“I studied municipal engineering. Given the scale and standards of the cathedral, this absolutely cannot be a septic tank problem! This scale is comparable to a small reservoir releasing floodwater!”

"At the scene, you could smell it from three blocks away... Ugh... I'm not going to say anything more, I'm going to throw up for the second time."

"Has the Vatican been cursed by God?" (whispering)

"The Shock Department didn't lie this time? Damn it, I even think they were being conservative!"

John stared, his mouth agape for a long time. He refreshed the page repeatedly to confirm that it wasn't some prank website, but the fact that it hadn't been shut down for so long was enough to prove the authenticity of its content.

Of course, it's not impossible to censor it if it's true, but John only did a quick search and found similar news everywhere, so he realized that it was probably impossible to censor it. Actually, John is a casual believer in the Church of Light, but it's more like "it's free anyway, so I'll believe a little bit." After all, in this society, having the status of a church member at least gives you more topics to talk about.

But at that moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately pulled up his social media account, deleting the "faith" section from all his personal information.

As a seasoned internet user, he knew very well that for quite some time to come, the Holy See would likely be used to refer to all sorts of outrageous things...

……

While the "tragedy" at the Cathedral of St. Messiah was spreading (or perhaps becoming compost?) online, a completely different scene unfolded outside a seemingly ordinary luxury villa in a quiet suburb.

Outside the villa's meticulously maintained rose wall, a sea of ​​people had already gathered.

"Your Majesty! We respect and love you!"

The new generation of vampires abandoned their so-called elegance and frantically displayed their reverence. At this moment, those gathered outside the courtyard were not just vampires.

The Night Clan had been suppressed by the Church of Light for far too long. The omnipresent oppression and the cautious way they lived had left the Night Clan feeling resentful.

Now, Bigeley, the vampire queen, has done something that no one dared to do even during the Night Clan's most prosperous period: she went to the Holy Messiah Cathedral alone, not only escaping unscathed, but also submerging the entire Holy See in a sea of ​​excrement.

What blasphemy! What magnificence! Truly worthy of being the strongest, most wicked, and most talented warrior of the Night Clan in the last thousand years!
If it weren't for the taboo of casually entering another king's territory, the other Night Clan rulers would probably have already come to offer their congratulations in person, instead of merely sending a few envoys as they have now.

Seemingly startled by the noise outside, Bigeley, who had just returned, yawned and casually pushed open the villa's door. Although she was dressed simply, the moment she was seen, a thunderous cheer erupted outside the villa.

"Haa~" Bigeley yawned widely, and said helplessly:

"Everyone, I haven't slept for three days because of this big event. I just got back from the Grand Cathedral and was just about to take a nap when you woke me up again!"

These words sounded somewhat reproachful, but Bigeley's tone was very easygoing; she waved her hand lazily and said:
"Alright, since we're having fun, let's make it lively! Revy, you throw a party, I'll cover the expenses! By the way, you guys, were you sent by the old man? Come on in!"

The Night Clan envoys exchanged glances, but ultimately followed them into the villa, while Levi, along with her fellow vampires, began their own revelry.

The noise outside was shut out by the door. Bigeley, accompanied by several envoys, entered the conference hall. As equipment was set up, the portraits of all the current leaders of the Night Clan appeared in the conference hall.

"Since you've sent someone, let's get started. What do you want to ask?"

Bigeley's eyes were slightly lowered, and her tone carried a hint of drowsiness, but the confidence that emanated from her casualness made everyone understand that she seemed to have changed.

(End of this chapter)