The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

The prophet pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pulled a card out of the inside pocket of his tracksuit.

The card was pure black, with a dark gold pattern around the edge.

He held the card between two fingers, placed it gently on the table, and pushed it over.

"There's a million in here."

The prophet's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Deposit".

Li Haotian's eyes widened instantly.

He stared intently at the black card, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

He raised his hand and reached for the card, his fingertips trembling slightly.

It's like a person dying of thirst in the desert seeing an oasis.

But just as his finger was about to touch the card, he suddenly pulled it back.

"One...one million?"

His voice trembled, filled with disbelief.

"Big brother, you...you're not kidding, are you?"

The prophet smiled dismissively, his eyes like a cat looking at a mouse.

"We never joke around."

"I need you to relinquish access to the 'divinity'."

"That is, your game account."

The expression on Li Haotian's face changed from ecstatic joy to extreme confusion.

He rubbed his hands together, fidgeting, his eyes darting around.

"Brother, one million is...that's quite a lot..."

He stammered for a long time before finally managing to utter a single sentence.

"But my account... I have so many skins on my account."

"Many of them are discontinued. I ate instant noodles for half a month just to try and get the 'Cowboy Bebop' one."

"I'm giving it to you like this, I... I'm a little reluctant to part with it."

The prophet frowned almost imperceptibly upon hearing this.

skin?

How could someone who has mastered the power of gods care about virtual decorations in a game?

What a short-sighted view.

He really is a fool who got hit by a pie.

Two million.

The prophet then took out another identical black card from his pocket and placed it on top of the first one.

"All your skins, even if you bundled them up, wouldn't be worth this price."

"Is that enough?"

Li Haotian looked at the two black cards, his breathing becoming heavy.

The light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.

"Enough! Enough is enough!"

He nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice.

He reached out again, this time without hesitation, and grabbed both cards, holding them tightly as if afraid they would fly away.

"Don't worry, big brother! I'll definitely give you the account!"

"There's just... there's a small problem."

The prophet leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

"explain."

Li Haotian looked troubled, his face scrunched up in a bitter expression.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to give it to you... it's just that... when I registered this account, I used my ex-girlfriend's phone number."

The prophet's expression froze for the first time.

Ex-girlfriend?

"Our breakup wasn't very amicable; she blocked me on WeChat and my phone number."

"If you want to transfer ownership of this account or change the security settings, you must do so using her own mobile phone verification code."

"Look at this matter... how about you, with your extraordinary abilities, help me find her? Get her to cooperate?"

Li Haotian looked at the prophet with hopeful eyes, his gaze incredibly sincere.

In the command center, the bishop, through the prophet's shared vision, witnessed this scene and fell silent.

The prophet felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

He is the prophet of the Purgatory Organization, an A-level mental awakener, and his daily work involves national-level subversion missions.

Now, someone is actually telling him to find a college student's ex-girlfriend to resolve their emotional disputes?

How ridiculous!

He took a deep breath to suppress his agitation.

"Her name, photo, all her information."

His voice turned cold.

"Let's 'persuade' her."

Upon hearing this, Li Haotian was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no! Big brother! Please don't use force!"

He lowered his voice, leaned closer, and said mysteriously.

"My ex-girlfriend, her... her current boyfriend is on our school's basketball team."

"A towering figure, over six feet tall, all muscle, capable of killing a bull with a single punch!"

"I'm afraid you'll... suffer losses!"

prophet:"……"

He felt as if his brain had been hit hard by those words.

We're at a disadvantage?

Who are we? We are "Purgatory"! We are the executors of divine punishment who walk in the darkness!

Would we be afraid of a sports student?

A surge of anger rose uncontrollably from the depths of the prophet's heart.

He even had an impulse to rush to that so-called school basketball team right now and crush that 1.9-meter-tall guy, along with the entire basketball team, into mincemeat with his mental power.

But he can't.

The bishop's command was a test, a gesture of appeasement.

His hand, which was under the table, was clenched into a fist, and his knuckles were white.

Five million.

He practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth.

He then took out three more black cards and slammed them on the table.

Five black cards, neatly arranged.

In the cafeteria, the students eating at the surrounding tables were all drawn to this.

"What's that? A bank card? Why are they all black?"

"Damn, five cards? Are you just showing off?"

The prophet ignored the buzzing of the flies.

He stared intently at Li Haotian.

"Take the money and solve your personal problems yourself."

"This is the final price."

"If you mention any word that is unrelated to the account again..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his cold gaze said it all.

Li Haotian stared at the five cards, completely dumbfounded.

He seemed stunned by this overwhelming wealth.

With trembling hands, he carefully gathered the five cards one by one, holding them in his palm as if they were the most precious treasures in the world.

"Five...five million..."

He muttered to himself, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

"We've struck it rich... We've really struck it rich this time..."

He suddenly looked up at the prophet, his face filled with almost manic ecstasy and fawning.

"Big brother! Don't worry!"

"Leave this to me!"

"I'm going right now! I'm going to find my ex-girlfriend right now! No, I'm going to find her PE student boyfriend!"

"I'll kneel down before him! I'll beg him! I'll give him half of these five million! No, I'll give him all of it!"

"I'll definitely get you the account!"

Seeing Li Haotian's appearance, completely corrupted by money and devoid of dignity, the last bit of vigilance in the prophet's heart vanished completely.

He is now 100% certain.

This is a completely lucky idiot who's blinded by enormous wealth.

And this kind of idiot is the easiest to control.

"Remember, this money is just the beginning."

The prophet stood up and resumed his superior posture.

"Your Excellency, the business I wish to discuss with you concerns 'divinity'."

"You don't need to understand what that is, you just need to know how to cooperate with us."

He lowered his head and whispered in Li Haotian's ear, speaking in a cold and unquestionable tone.

"Remember, you are just a lucky puppet."

"The string is in my hands, you'd better dance obediently."

After saying that, he straightened up, straightened his clothes which were without a single wrinkle, and turned to leave.

He couldn't even be bothered to look at this fool whose eyes were filled with nothing but money symbols.

The mission is over.

It's much simpler than I imagined.

Li Haotian remained seated, clutching the five black cards tightly in his hand, grinning foolishly like a dazed child who had just received candy.

Until the prophet's figure completely disappeared at the entrance of the cafeteria.

The silly grin on his face gradually faded away.

He lowered his head, looking at the black card in his hand, and gently stroked the exquisite dark gold patterns on it with his fingertips.

Then, he picked up his plate and stood up.

There was still a bowl of unfinished free soup left on the plate.

He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Finally, he slowly walked towards the tableware recycling area.

As I passed a half-person-high gray trash can filled with all sorts of leftover food.

He flipped his wrist.

He casually tossed the five black cards, totaling five million, into the box.

Like throwing away a few pieces of waste paper used to wipe your mouth.

Ding.

His phone vibrated slightly in his pocket.

He took out his phone.

It was an encrypted message sent by Su Wan.

[Sir, we've made progress on the 'fertilizer' you requested.]

[The 'Scorpion' team replied that they have located one of the 'Bishop's' secret laboratories, which is used specifically for illegal human modification and has an extremely high level of security.]

She said this was a "membership welcome gift" for you.