Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

"Alright, it's just an extra topping anyway, don't worry about these bread crumbs, let's cook our main steak dish."

The driver who brought Fren along seemed to be of high status. He came up to Fren and examined the gun muzzle he had created on Fren's temple.

He needed to confirm the condition of the main offering.

"High Priest, why did you hit him on the head?" Some of the cult members present were puzzled.

After all, it's just an undeveloped supernatural ability; the brain remains a vital organ. Even with a level 4 self-healing ability, there's still a possibility of death. Moreover, if brain tissue is damaged, even if it recovers, amnesia will occur.

The driver, who was the chief priest, looked at the healed wound on the sacrificial head with a happy expression. "If this kind of wound can't heal, then he's not qualified to be a 'sacrifice'."

"Level 4 self-healing..."

"How selfish! To monopolize such immense vitality!"

At this point, all the cultists looked at the unconscious chief sacrifice with eyes full of dazzling greed.

Even if Furen doesn't come into contact with other supernatural systems or deeply develop his innate supernatural abilities, his level 4 self-healing is enough to ensure that there are no hidden injuries or overgrowth in his body, and that his body is always in the most perfect balance.

Even assuming we take a step back, the starting point is the limit of an average person's lifespan. If one possesses abilities like Wolverine's, lifespan would be increased by at least four or five times.

This is vitality.

This means that Freun's body can withstand dozens of times more pain than an average person. And the nervous system will not show any favoritism to the host because of this; in fact, it will become even more sensitive.

That was enough to attract the attention of a loving father.

After receiving the blessing of the benevolent father, they will devour the main offering. Through analysis and fusion, they will make the main offering a part of themselves at the cellular level, thus achieving a simple and direct advancement in their abilities.

The other offerings were merely harmless desserts after the meal.

This is the significance of this sacrificial ceremony.

Bloody, barbaric, but incredibly real.

While discussing how to allocate the organs, limbs, and even the brain of the chief offering, they continued to set up rituals that were of uncertain use.

The entrances and exits of the air-raid shelter were locked, and the ventilation openings were only wide enough for rats to crawl through. Even if these offerings could break free of their restraints, they would not be able to escape.

Fren's gunshot wound to the head had healed completely, but he still pretended to be suffering from dementia. In this situation, anxiety was the most useless emotion; what was needed most was calmness.

He has two ways to get out of here alive.

First and foremost, it is his innate talent.

The opposite of wanting but not getting is naturally getting everything you want. The suffering of not getting what you want on the holy icon can increase the probability of "getting it is my good fortune" after consumption.

All he wants is to escape; it shouldn't be a big problem.

Seeing the holy image representing the merciful father just ten meters away, Fren pondered how to approach it. The suffering of sickness and unfulfilled desires clung to the image; to consume it, he would have to get close.

"That evil god can help you... help you survive?"

Next to Fren was a girl a few years younger than him, probably in her teens. Her face was delicate, like a porcelain doll's, and she wore smoky makeup and gothic-style clothes.

He had a somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of decadence, listlessness, and

At this age, a girl who is at most in junior high school, how could she give people the feeling that "she looks so tired"?

Furen was somewhat surprised and stopped pretending to be dead. But he still didn't say anything, only looking the girl up and down.

The girl could not only tell that he was conscious, but also knew that he coveted the icons worshipped by these cultists.

The girl had already been brought here by the bishop, who was disguised as a driver, when Fren was dumped here. Fren was close enough to feel her using a small knife hidden in her sleeve to cut the ropes binding her hands.

The cult members may have seen it, but they didn't care. It was just an ordinary sacrifice; what difference did it make if it broke free? They only bound ordinary people who had been verified.

The gap between extraordinary and ordinary beings is like an insurmountable chasm.

[A rebellious, high-achieving girl who dropped out of school; beneath her absurd behavior lies a thirst for her parents' attention.]

After a moment of contemplation, Furen noticed the identification mark above the girl's head.

His two older brothers have exceptional reasoning abilities, while Fren's own abilities are closer to storage and retrieval, and he is somewhat weaker in data integration and processing.

But it's not a big problem; he has a cheat code that allows him to "deduce" the girl's situation.

It must have been because the rebellious girl stayed out all night and drank heavily that the cult found an opportunity to kidnap her and use her as a sacrifice.

However, her figure and appearance suggest she wasn't just meant to be a sacrifice. The cultists who brought her here likely intended to thoroughly enjoy her before consuming her.

The girl seemed to have foreseen this as well, her eyes filled with fear, but her hands, which were about to regain their mobility, proved that she was not going to sit idly by and wait for death.

"Are you confident?" The girl asked again, seeing that Furen remained silent.

Her bright eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, the light seeming to try to read something from Floren's face.

Clearly, they didn't want to die here.

Even if a rebellious girl harbors great resentment towards her parents, she hasn't reached the point of being world-weary; she still wants to continue living.

Cultists were something far removed from her life before; after all, this was Berlin, and no cultist would dare to cause trouble in the capital.

But now, the cult members described in the book with venomous words are right in front of her, so her choice is naturally to seize every opportunity.

The man before her was highly regarded by the cult members, and she had heard him mention "Level 4 self-healing" earlier. The horrifying wounds that had healed visibly proved this ability, and he might be hiding something else.

From a young age, the girl's senses were quite acute. Being so close, she could hear the man's steady breathing and heartbeat, and the flickering lights in the air-raid shelter, due to its age, caused his pupils to change accordingly.

The girl was certain that the man was sober.

Although he didn't reply, the girl didn't give up and twisted her body to get closer to Fren.

Now, the sacrifices who had been brought in have all regained consciousness. They struggled and howled, but the girl merely moved closer to Furen; this small movement was inconspicuous.

"If you want to get close to that cult's evil god statue, I have a way."

A mosquito-like sound rang in Fren's ears, and the airflow brushed against his ears, making them slightly itchy, but Fren endured it.

There was no sign of a beautiful young woman breathing fresh, orchid-like air; instead, there was a faint smell of alcohol and tobacco. Come to think of it, it's understandable that they've become rebellious, so smoking and drinking are not unusual.

"Promise me, if you have a choice, you must take me out with you."

The girl knew her words had little power, but she had no other choice at the moment. She pursed her lips and continued to whisper in Fren's ear, "I don't know if you've seen the ceremony they're setting up, but I've seen it in the library."

"As the chief sacrifice, they will inevitably place you at the center of the ritual, at the feet of the golem."

"That's your best chance. If you have any backup plans, make sure to execute them before they move on to the next step."

"This ritual requires the sacrifice to remain conscious and experience intense pain."

As if recalling some descriptions in the book, the girl's body trembled slightly. "It must be done as soon as possible."

Fren remained silent, seemingly oblivious to the girl's description of "intense pain."

The probability of "I'm lucky to have it" doesn't guarantee one's safety. What truly puts Freyr at ease is something else entirely.

At this moment, you can feel the tie clip hidden under the suit jacket in Fren's posture.

The tie clip, made of a special alloy, is extremely lightweight and simple in design. However, after awakening his Appraisal Eye after transmigrating, Furen discovered the tie clip's special features.

The tie clip equipped with a locator can reliably transmit signals even in high-level extraordinary fields.

It is well known that ties tend to sway, and the purpose of a tie clip is to secure the tie to the shirt to maintain a dignified appearance.

The tie clip that Fren wore was a gift from his older brother Mycroft Holmes after he graduated from the elementary school at Eden Academy.

Mycroft Holmes, a 28-year-old clerk in the central government, is nothing special except for being bald from overworking his brain.

It's rather sad that someone this age is already balding.

If Mycroft arrives in time, Fren decides to give him a bottle of shampoo for his birthday.