He feigned madness for eighteen years, all for the power of a god.

Several of his subordinates, realizing what was happening, immediately tried to give chase.

"stop."

Abraham spoke calmly, stopping the crowd.

He waved.

The mighty thornwood figure withered and shrank rapidly, transforming back into the black seed and merging into his palm.

The missing skin on his arm also regenerated rapidly as the granulation tissue moved, restoring it to its original state.

"My lord, we can't let them escape!"

The elder was sweating profusely with anxiety:

These two monsters are cursed, and they escaped from our base.

"If this causes a big commotion and the authorities trace it back here, we'll be exposed!"

Abraham straightened his sleeves, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.

"Exposed?"

He glanced around the luxurious basement, his tone as casual as if he were tossing away a piece of trash: "Then let's just abandon this place."

"It's just a winery anyway. Out with the old, in with the new."

The elder was taken aback: "But..."

"No buts."

Abraham walked to the hole in the broken wall and looked out into the night.

"Which way did those two freaks run?" he asked.

Within the group, an extraordinary individual with sensory abilities immediately closed their eyes to sense the surroundings, and after a moment reported back to the leader:

"Reporting to the Divine Messenger."

"That burrowing creature went north, towards... Shiraki City."

"The one that crashed through the ceiling went west, towards... Greywater City."

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Upon hearing the words "Greywater City".

Abraham's smile widened instantly, and a calculating glint flashed in his eyes.

Greywater City...heh.

"Isn't this just a coincidence?"

He turned around and looked at his bewildered subordinates, his mood seemingly becoming exceptionally pleasant.

"Perfect timing! I was just wondering how to get the Holy Stone back."

"If we directly attack the Security Bureau, it will cause too much of a commotion and easily attract the attention of the official experts who will try to suppress us."

"But now..."

Abraham pointed westward, his voice wistful:

"A cursed, monstrous creature is about to storm into that city."

"It can create panic, cause killing, and even trigger small-scale disasters."

"At that time, the entire Greywater City Security Bureau will be extremely busy, with most of its combat power being deployed to hunt down that monster."

"And this..."

Abraham snapped his fingers gracefully, a glint of cunning in his eyes:

"Isn't this a great opportunity?"

"Once that weirdo causes some trouble, I might be able to take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the government."

"Go and retrieve their Hidden Society's sacred stone."

The next morning.

The orphanage was busiest since its establishment.

The courtyard wall, which was originally mottled and peeling, revealing the red bricks, has now been painted a warm beige color.

Several renovation workers in overalls were carefully inserting the last piece of double-glazed soundproof glass into the window frame, climbing a ladder.

"Be careful, this is a piece of good glass that costs two thousand a piece!" the foreman shouted from below.

The yard was filled with brand-new solid wood children's beds and soft cotton quilts.

There are also several boxes of unopened school supplies.

The air was filled with a smell that was a mixture of latex paint, new wood, and sunshine.

This is the smell of money, and also the smell of happiness.

As the saying goes, money isn't everything, but in slums, money can solve 99% of the problems.

The remaining one percent is because there isn't enough money.

"Be careful! Don't bump into that cabinet!"

Bai Zhi, wearing an apron, was busy and sweating profusely.

Her hair clung to her cheeks, but her beautiful eyes sparkled with an unprecedented brilliance.

She never imagined that her younger siblings would be able to sleep in thick, warm new beds this winter.

At the second-floor window, Bai Ye had one hand in his pocket, while unconsciously twirling a black fountain pen in the other.

He quietly looked down at the bustling scene below, his dark eyes reflecting the busy activity in the courtyard.

With enough money, Bai Ye suggested using it to renovate the orphanage.

The paint on the walls is peeling off, the windows are drafty, and there are several leaks in the roof.

And winter is coming too.

After discussing it with my sister.

Because it concerned the children's lives, the older sister agreed almost without hesitation.

"Bai Ye, lend a hand!"

Bai Zhi called from downstairs, "Help me clear out this old clutter, the workers are going to lay the floor!"

"They're here."

Bai Ye put away his pen, turned around, and went downstairs.

The so-called miscellaneous items are actually just old things that I can't bear to throw away.

A broken radio, clothes that the children have outgrown, and stacks of yellowed old newspapers.

Bai Ye squatted on the ground, helping Bai Zhi tidy up a slightly damp cardboard box.

"These books can still be kept for Xiao Jie and the others to read... This sweater has a hole, but it can still be worn after some mending..."

Bai Zhi muttered to herself while her hands kept moving.

Suddenly, an old ledger slipped out of the box, and a few light slips of paper scattered out.

Bai Ye picked it up casually.

There were several pay slips and a crumpled labor contract.

[Lin's Pharmacy Part-Time Agreement]

[Party B: Angelica dahurica]

[Position: Night Shift Stock Clerk]

Bai Ye's gaze swept over the pay slips, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The date above is three months ago.

However, the "actual salary" column was glaringly blank.

Bai Ye narrowed his eyes.

He remembered that back then, his sister had to go out for a part-time job every night, which turned out to be working the night shift at a pharmacy.

During that time, she was always very tired, and her hands often had scratches from carrying heavy objects.

As a result, I didn't receive a single penny of the hard-earned money from these three months?

Bai Ye looked at the IOUs and gently ran his thumb along the edge of the paper.

Six thousand dollars, in this world, if you save every penny, is enough for two months' living expenses for children in an orphanage.

He glanced at Bai Zhi downstairs, who was still busy and didn't disturb her.

She'll ask for the wages for her sister later.

……

An hour later, we had done most of our help.

Bai Ye changed into a black casual outfit, put on a baseball cap, and pushed open the door to go out.

Standing at the door, Bai Ye glanced back at the house that was under construction.

The sounds of electric drills, hammering, and children's laughter mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Prevention is better than cure."

As soon as he had a thought, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly began to writhe violently like boiling water.

[Shadow Clone]

Gollum—

A dark shadow separated from his feet.

It moved silently along the ground, eventually disappearing into the dappled shadows of the orphanage gate.

It will act as an eye that never closes, watching over this home day and night for Bai Ye.

After doing all this, Bai Ye clapped his hands and turned his gaze to the distant, faintly visible tower in the wealthy district.

"Next, it's time to collect the debt."