Becoming a Shadow in the New World

“An organization called the Lion King Organization in an island nation.”

Even as he faced a life-or-death crisis, Christopher couldn't help but let a sarcastic smile creep onto his aged face as he spoke.

"Ok?"

Zeta was stunned. Although Shadow Garden could be said to be operating independently now, they still shared information. So she had seen this name in the information Gamma gave her before. If she remembered correctly, wasn't this the name of an official organization in the island nation?

"The Lion King Agency is a secret service of the island nation. To facilitate their operations, they usually carry identification cards that allow them to avoid inspection."

After I swore an oath to the magic network, promising not to intentionally harm their personnel, the Lion King Organization provided information, location, and movement patterns of one of their members on the island who was wearing this identification.

Noticing the confusion on Zeta's face, Christopher offered an explanation.

“Miss Zeta, you come from World Three, so it’s normal that you don’t know about the Lion King Organization. They are a very famous organization.”

Despite his own considerable strength, he liked to send his disciples, whom he had trained, to the beds of powerful figures under the guise of protection or surveillance.

Even in Europe, I've heard of this organization's reputation as a 'top-tier matchmaking agency,' and the girls they send out have a unique charm.

It's said that most of them, when pinned to the bed, wished they could die together with their monitored or protected subjects. However, afterwards, due to their indoctrinated duties, they couldn't commit suicide to escape the indoctrinated concepts of chastity, and ultimately had to resign themselves to becoming the mistress of their monitored or protected subjects. They knew how to play the game, they were incredibly adept at it.

As he said this, the sarcasm on Christopher's face was almost overflowing.

Zeta understood, because her own malice towards the organization was almost overflowing.

A matchmaking agency? What a joke! To put it nicely, it's a brothel; to put it bluntly, it's a den of iniquity.

It's fine if you're not chosen, but once you are, you can only become a mistress. Forget about becoming a wife. What kind of status do you have? Being a concubine is already a good thing.

Anyone with a bit of status wouldn't care about chastity. Probably only some greenhorn young people who are foolish enough to think it's something important would marry an agent from a different faction who takes orders from another organization.

(For reference, look at the princesses of small countries who provided benefits to Akatsuki on the Vatora ship; being able to be fucked is considered a success.)

Those girls who were sent there suffered the most. Due to their duty, they could not harm their targets even if they were pinned to the bed, because their chastity was not important enough to warrant an attack. Afterwards, they wanted to commit suicide, but due to their duty to be taught, they had to continue monitoring. The concept of chastity they were taught, coupled with the persuasion of the Lion King Organization, forced them to stick with their targets.

This... is really disgusting.

Zeta has already figured out what Christopher just said about the Lion King organization taking the initiative to come to her; it's just a case of wanting to have your cake and eat it too.

The Lion King Organization probably wants to use Christopher for something, such as having him attack the Lion King Organization member who provided the information. After that, the person being monitored or protected by the Lion King Organization member will stage a heroic rescue and win the heart of that member.

All of this had nothing to do with the Lion King Organization. They neither provided Christopher with any clearance documents nor instructed him to attack the Lion King Organization member. They simply told Christopher that the Lion King Organization member had a clearance document and provided him with information about the member, including his address and movements.

This is really... disgusting.

Indeed, this world is too filthy. Only the Lord, only by letting the Lord rule this world, can tragedy be prevented. Everything I have done is not wrong!

Because of yet another sordid tragedy, Zeta reaffirmed her resolve.

Zeta glanced at Christopher, who was still talking, and swung the golden wheel in her hand, which grazed Christopher's face and embedded itself in the wall, scaring Christopher into a cold sweat.

He pulled out the golden wheel and pressed it against Christopher's throat once more.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to you anymore, so you'd better make sure that when your plan succeeds you can lure Petes out, otherwise even if you really control the Fourth Ancestor, I can still kill you."

Also, please provide me with a complete outline of the procedures for your plan; I'll send someone over to collect it later.

Zeta left another bloody wound as a warning, turned around, waved for everyone to leave, and said something before leaving.

“We didn’t kill all your men; we left you a dozen or so. Now, carry out your plan and lure Petes out.”

Now, the number of orcs in this building, which originally numbered nearly a hundred, has been reduced to a dozen or so. One or two of them are losing their life force at a rapid pace and are estimated to die in a few minutes.

Zeta strode over the corpses on the ground, thinking about the information he had just learned about the Lion King Organization, but his steps suddenly stopped.

In the information Gamma gave her, it was mentioned that her master had recently saved a girl from the Lion King Organization.

Now that I think about it carefully, that girl was probably a bed partner sent out by the Lion King Organization under the guise of surveillance or protection, and her master helped her escape her original fate after meeting her...

No, Zeta, think about it again. His Majesty is not such a casual person. Every move His Majesty makes is carefully considered and decided. His actions must have some meaning.

While pondering these thoughts, Zeta arrived at the first floor, but still couldn't figure out what her master's purpose was, until Zeta saw herself reflected in the steel surface.

Looking at her blurry reflection in the mirror, Zeta understood and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

"My lord, you are so gentle."

The answer is simple: just as they were persecuted by the Diablo cult, their lord taught them strength and pulled them back from the dark world.

He rescued the girl because she was deceived and persecuted by the Lion King organization, and guided her, hoping that she could save everyone.

God does not save those who give up on themselves; God only saves those who are willing to save themselves.

This is my lord. He can't stand this kind of injustice. Even though none of this has anything to do with you, you still take action for others. You are so gentle.

Being with you makes me feel so dirty.

The silent sigh foreshadowed the fate of the man sold to Christopher by the Lion King organization.

Zeta couldn't find someone like Sid who could ignore his own desires. She needed Christopher's plan to be completed so that Petes could get his revenge, so she had no choice but to apologize to that Lion King organization member.

"Lord Zeta, do you believe him?"

Instantly regaining her composure, Zeta looked at Victoria and spoke in a confident tone.

"Of course I don't believe it. Everything he said is true, but he's hiding the most important thing."

"Then we need..."

Victoria made a throat-slitting gesture.

"No need, I don't care."

As long as it can bring out Petes.

Zeta thought to himself as he gripped the golden wheel tightly in his hand.

Chapter 126 The Treasure Trove of the North: The Anomaly of Asia

A brush gently swept across the ancient gold antique, removing the dust that clung to its surface and revealing its magnificent exterior.

"Okay, this is the last one."

After cleaning and several checks, the antique, secured with magic, was carefully placed back into the glass cabinet.

Relieved, Sid turned around and looked at the large warehouse filled with shelves densely packed with antiques. A smug smile spread across his face, and he burst into laughter.

This is a large warehouse located in the northern part of Itogami Island, filled with all the treasures he has collected since birth, and is also Sid's treasure vault.

Some of the treasures in front of him were seized from the hideouts of terrorist organizations or thieves when he was clearing them out, while others were bought at a high price.

Each of them is incredibly valuable. For example, the golden mask he just cleaned is a treasure from ancient Egypt, worth hundreds of millions of Zenis on the market, and has extremely high collectible value.

And this gold ring, its noble golden hue tells the world of its purity; it's a unique piece in the world, and the ancient forging techniques that have been lost speak volumes about its value.

"Hahaha……"

Laughing arrogantly, Sid couldn't help but feel smug every time he admired these priceless treasures.

Sure enough, these things are indispensable in order to maintain the prestige of a Shadow-level expert. Just thinking about the preciousness, artistry, and style that these treasures represent makes one feel that the prestige of a Shadow-level expert skyrocket.

Thinking about it this way, it seems acceptable that he spent all the money he had painstakingly saved in order to obtain these treasures, although he can still feel the heartache when he swiped his card.

Suppressing the heartache that accompanied his smugness, Sid withdrew the magic that had blocked his laughter and opened the door to the other warehouse with satisfaction.

With the antique section sorted out, it's time to move on to the ritual implements section.

The magical artifact area doesn't need cleaning; these treasures with special powers won't let themselves get dusty.

With a wave of his hand, the magic in the air transformed into properties compatible with these magical artifacts, flowing into their interiors to provide them with a source of power and prevent them from running out of energy.

Magical artifacts are not as delicate as antiques; they can be infused with magic. Although antiques will not be damaged by magic, it is no different from being destroyed.

The infusion of magic will leave traces, which makes the authenticity of the antique questionable. After all, with modern magic technology, it would be too easy to forge an antique.

Although the trace is faint, it will definitely be discovered if you look closely enough. How could the collection of a Shadow-level expert contain treasures whose authenticity is questionable?

Therefore, no magical defenses were installed in the entire warehouse, as Sid was afraid that such magical spells would compromise the authenticity of these antiques.

Compared to the antique section, the number of treasures in the magical artifact section is much smaller, which is normal. In a world with supernatural powers, these treasures with special powers are naturally more valuable than antiques without such powers.

To put it bluntly, the value of antiques without special powers depends on personal interest, while magical artifacts with special powers are real hard currency.

Just like gold, gold produced artificially or through alchemy has no value whatsoever; only naturally formed gold has magical value.

Of course, Sid didn't have that thought. He didn't care about having special powers. As an invincible Shadow-level user, he should have the strength to kill opponents with just a "pink furry rabbit". Thinking about such external objects would only lower his purity.

Antiques are collectibles, representing the prestige and elegance of a Shadow-level expert; magical artifacts are also collectibles, representing the strength of a Shadow-level expert. He wants them all.

After scanning the area and finding nothing unusual, Sid smiled happily.

Actually, there's no need to make a special trip to the artifact area. The only necessary maintenance for the artifact area is to periodically transfer magic power to it.

He came here because he was in a bad mood, and whenever he was in a bad mood, he would come here to take a look at his collection, which would make him happy and give him a sense of satisfaction.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."

Suddenly remembering that there was something else he could do besides transferring magic, Sid turned and walked deeper into the warehouse.

Passing by the dark-elemental cabinets exuding a gloomy aura, the scorching fire-elemental cabinets exuding a blazing heat, and the ice-elemental cabinets radiating a chilling white aura... Sid stopped in front of the white cabinet radiating holy light, stretched out his hand, and applied dozens more sealing spells to the light-elemental treasure inside the glass cabinet, which had already been sealed with hundreds of spells.

"Done, call it a day."

After confirming that these sealed treasures could not send out any information, Sid nodded in satisfaction.

Last time, he went to the Celestial Realm to investigate how the "system" found his true identity, and finally found the answer inside the system—something around him was sending his location to the "system".