I, Lord of Prayer

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The plaza in front of Jinzhu University was teeming with people, both new and returning students, including Zhou Chen, who looked utterly dejected.

He plays a hapless guy who has just become an intern at the Stars Club, but accidentally loses half of his soul and is about to die. He is now just waiting to die, so he naturally has to act a bit dejected to make it believable.

details make a difference.

Before even entering the school, Zhou Chen sensed being watched from the shadows. He thought to himself that these fanatical followers of the Eternal Flame had arrived so quickly. Fortunately, his acting skills were always on point.

He pretended to be an ordinary person, as if he was completely unaware of what was happening, and walked straight to the stadium to attend the opening ceremony of the celebration.

"Dear teachers and classmates, good morning..."

"Chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the grand event is held as scheduled. In this fruitful autumn month of October, we welcome an exciting moment. Today is the 60th anniversary of the founding of Jinzhu University. In these 60 years, we have..."

"Looking back, the past sixty years have yielded sixty years of fruitful achievements; looking to the future, I believe..."

"Today, I am delighted to see many outstanding alumni returning to their alma mater..."

"Here, I would like to offer a few suggestions to the many students who have not yet graduated: First, be a person with ideals..."

Blah blah blah blah.

After the principal finishes speaking, the vice-principal speaks; after the vice-principal speaks, the dean speaks; after the dean speaks, the outstanding student speaks; after the outstanding student speaks, the outstanding graduate speaks…

The whole thing lasted a full three hours, making Zhou Chen yawn and feel sleepy. He also noticed that he was being spied on more often, probably because the spy was bored and kept looking at him.

Around 11 a.m., amidst everyone's expectant gazes and enthusiastic applause, the anniversary ceremony finally came to an end. Next was lunchtime, followed by visits to exhibitions from various departments in the afternoon. The main event was in the evening—the anniversary gala!

  

Not only can you admire fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged young ladies, but you can also chat with successful alumni, and there are even social dance parties—female students can be invited to dance if they wish. Many see this as the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation or confess one's feelings.

What Zhou Chen had to do was to find an opportunity to lure the fish into the trap during this period.

The school took care of all the lunch arrangements, transforming the cafeteria into a large restaurant several days in advance.

"Zhou Chen, how's the treatment at the Stars Club? Why do you look so pale? Do you have to work overtime every day?"

At the dinner table, a female classmate asked curiously.

Immediately, everyone's attention was focused on Zhou Chen—as one of the few people who passed the assessment and were admitted to the Stars Society, Zhou Chen was incredibly popular during that period, and was the envy of countless people.

As the saying goes: the end of the universe is taking the civil service exam.

Joining the Star Alliance is like having a guaranteed job; as long as the world doesn't end, you can work there until you die, and the pay is top-notch.

Therefore, as long as one can enter the Star Club, even at the lowest level, they will attract the envy of many people and become a popular candidate in the matchmaking market.

But seeing Zhou Chen's current appearance, everyone was surprised. How come he looked so weak after not seeing him for a few months?

Isn't it said that celebrities have good food?

"well……"

Zhou Chen sighed, his mood low and his expression gloomy. "Actually, working at the Stars Club isn't as good as you all imagine. I'm already thinking of resigning."

"Resign?" Everyone was surprised. Why would you resign from such a good job?

Could it be that you've run into some kind of trouble?

"Oh, there's a confidentiality agreement, let's not talk about this anymore, let's eat first." Zhou Chen waved his hand with a smile, but the smile looked forced and his eyes were full of sadness.

Seeing this, everyone fell silent, wisely refraining from asking further questions. A sense of melancholy washed over them; they had thought Zhou Chen, who was supposed to be doing the best, was now in such a pitiful state…

It's truly heartbreaking.

What exactly did he go through?

·

After lunch, the afternoon's school anniversary activities consisted of exhibitions by various departments. Zhou Chen followed the procession listlessly for an hour before leaving, citing feeling unwell, and resting with his eyes closed on a bench in the small park.

During this time, he sensed at least seven gazes around him at an abnormal frequency, and three people tried to approach him multiple times, but in the end, they all gave up for some unknown reason.

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

Jiang Che's voice came through his ear: "They're debating whether or not to contact you, after all, your identity is too special."

"It might be because there are too many people around. I'll find a less crowded spot and see if I can fish it out." Zhou Chen pondered for a moment, then asked, "Can these headphones be muted?"

"Can."

"That's fine then."

Zhou Chen got up and headed straight for the toilet in the distance.

The moment he set off, the hidden observers also changed their course, intentionally or unintentionally moving in that direction.

Thanks to its secluded location, no one was using the toilet. Zhou Chen casually found a spot to stand and stared intently at the white ceramic tiles in front of him, not daring to look down or wander off.

—A company that died, a company that truly died.

After he finished, he slowly pulled up his pants, dawdled over to the sink to wash his hands, and then washed his face several times, but no one came in.

"No need to wait, they're eavesdropping outside."

Jiang Che, monitoring his surroundings through the security camera, calmly said, "Go back and sit down, wait a little longer. ඏ🌷 🐸💀"

·

They waited until nightfall.

The school anniversary gala arrived as scheduled. In the grand auditorium, accompanied by energetic music, Li Xiaoxiao, the head of the dance department, led a group of beautiful young ladies in a stunning dance performance that drew cheers and applause from everyone.

At the very back of the auditorium, Zhou Chen watched the performance intently, while several classmates occasionally passed by on their way to the restroom.

In the darkness, seven or eight boys stood up from their seats and went to the restroom in a group. As they passed by Zhou Chen, Zhou Chen suddenly felt something moving in his jacket pocket.

He didn't check it immediately, but waited for more than ten minutes until he subconsciously put his hands in his pockets and then felt a small note in the left pocket of his coat.

He pulled out the note with a puzzled look on his face. With the help of the flashing multicolored lights, he saw that one side of the note had the words "Do you want to complete your soul?" written in printed font, and the other side had a website address written on it.

They finally took the bait...

Zhou Chen's spirits lifted, then he frowned, his face full of vigilance. He subconsciously looked around, as if someone had discovered his little secret.

"This is a special URL on the dark web," Jiang Che reminded him.

Zhou Chen got up and left the auditorium. He found a bench in the park, took out his phone, entered the website address, and a simple chat window popped up.

【Hello. 】

There was no profile picture or name; the other party only sent a simple greeting.

"Who are you? What do you want? How did you find out?" Zhou Chen asked.

Who I am is unimportant, and where I got my information is also unimportant. What matters is that I can help you repair your soul. Zhou Chen, let me guess, you must be in a lot of pain right now. The emptiness and void in your broken soul torments you constantly. Does that emptiness make you want to commit suicide every night? Don't you want to be free?

Do you think I would believe such a thing?

I know you probably won't believe me, so I've decided to send you something for free first, as a way of showing my sincerity. Go to the courier station and check; your package is there. Don't let anyone know, though—it's a treasure that can heal souls. Here's the tracking number…

Free? Free things are the most expensive. I've seen this kind of marketing tactic many times... Zhou Chen thought to himself, but on the surface, he hesitated in his chair for a long time before finally getting up and walking towards the express delivery station on campus.

—There really was a package for him, but the sender, contact number, and sender address were all gibberish; only the recipient's name was filled in.

Zhou Chen took the package, found a secluded corner, tore it open, and took out a rough glass bottle. Inside was a speck of azure dust, which, upon closer inspection, appeared to be some kind of crystalline substance.

Just then, my phone vibrated; the other party had sent a message.

[These are fragments of Canaanite Blue. Canaanite Blue is a crystal from the endless ocean, originating from Forbidden Zone 013. It possesses the power to heal souls. Try it, and you'll see I wasn't lying.]

"Is that so?" Zhou Chen asked, puzzled.

"It is indeed fragments of Canaanite Blue. It may be from their collection, or it may be smuggled goods from the West Wind shipment."

Jiang Che paused for a second or two: "The instrument analysis shows no poison, curse, or pollution. Eat it."

Zhou Chen unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the single, azure-blue fragment into his hand.

In a daze, the howling sea breeze, carrying the salty and damp scent of the sea, rushed towards him. He felt as if he were standing in front of an endless blue ocean, with blue sky and white clouds, seagulls soaring, and the sound of the waves being exceptionally gentle, making him unconsciously relax.

—The wonderful scent of nature!

He opened his mouth and swallowed the crumbs of Canaan Blue, immediately feeling a cool sensation spreading through his body—to put it another way, it was like drinking ice water after eating a mint, refreshingly cool.

Amidst the illusory sound of waves, a cool power seeped inward, nourishing his soul, causing Zhou Chen to involuntarily let out a comfortable groan. He slumped on the bench, unable to recover for a long time.

Just a single fragment restored 2% of the soul.

No, I need to find a way to gain more advantages...

At that moment, the phone vibrated again.

How do you feel? Has your soul been repaired a little? Now you believe me, right?

I believe you. And are you spying on me?

Zhou Chen's gaze then wandered around.

Don't bother looking, you won't find me. Let's talk about our deal.

Ha, I not only know there are six people spying nearby, but I also know someone on the roof of the adjacent teaching building is using binoculars to monitor, and someone under a tree two hundred meters to the left has their phone camera on… Zhou Chen pulled himself together and asked, [What do you want me to do? Who are you?]

You are not qualified to know my identity. You only need to know that I come from a powerful organization that can easily fulfill any wish you have, whether it's a treasure to repair your soul, money, power, women, status... or even becoming an Ascended Being.

Everything you want, you can get from me.

The price was simply for me to do a trivial favor.

[Think about what you've been through these past few days in the Star Council. First, half your soul was eaten by the Corruptors, then you were tortured and used as a lab rat, and they showed no intention of saving you whatsoever. Do you know why?]

Because you have no value to be saved, nor any value to be exploited. Ultimately, the Stars Society is nothing but a hypocritical organization. In comparison, we are more trustworthy and reliable.

Yes, yes, you're right, that's how it is. You have terminal cancer, so I choose to go along with it...

Zhou Chen rolled his eyes inwardly. You can't believe a single punctuation mark in what these cultists say.

These days, even telecom fraud can fool people into believing it without a doubt, but the Abyss Cult's rhetoric is clearly more sophisticated, as they can cleverly seize upon the victim's immediate needs and incite their dissatisfaction.

The moment they develop even the slightest thought of trust, they are quickly drawn into a trap, becoming deeply entangled and unable to extricate themselves.

After a long silence, Zhou Chen asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Go kill someone. A simple task, right?

Zhou Chen paused for a moment, then typed: "I would never do something like murder."

He's a model young man who could be accepted into the Stars Society; if he so easily agreed to kill someone, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

[I'm not asking you to kill innocent people. He's committed countless evils and deserves his fate. Killing him would even be considered doing a service to the people. Think it over carefully. If you can complete the mission, I can give you two more fragments of Canaanite Blue.]

deserve it?

Two more pills?

That would be great...

If you're not going to take advantage of this for free, why would you be a traitor?!

After a few minutes of silence, Zhou Chen continued typing, appearing as if he had finally made up his mind after countless internal struggles, and gave a brief reply:

【it is good. 】

[Remember, never let the Stars find out about this. It's for your safety. You don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, do you? Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't have a "rest of your life."]

Zhou Chen's brow twitched.

Don't be angry. If you behave well, I can give you the complete Canaan Blue, allowing you to fully heal your soul and even become an Ascended One, thus securing a place in the Star Assembly. At that time, you will possess power and rights unimaginable now.

Of course, you won't believe me if I tell you these things now, and I can guess you'll scoff at them. But you need to know, Zhou Chen, you're about to die!

How many choices do you have left? Seize this opportunity; only I can save you now.

Zhou Chen put down his phone, leaned back on the bench, lost in thought. After a long while, he finally picked up his phone to reply:

I'll trust you for now. Send me the detailed mission instructions.

[Very good, you've made a wise choice.]

Even through the screen, Zhou Chen could almost see the other person's smile.

But the corners of his mouth were also turned up.

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