Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 339 Wings of Freedom
The setting sun passed through the glass window and projected into the living room that was filled with a burnt smell.

The old and large desk is exactly at the intersection of light and darkness.

Allen was sitting on the sunny side, the stainless steel cup in his hand filled with warm dark brown drink.

The residents of Liberty City use the powder made from the nuts of this mutated plant as a substitute for coffee.

After Allen tasted it, he felt that it tasted more like burnt soy milk.

It's not delicious, but for people born before the Cataclysm Era, it can at least provide some nostalgia and comfort for the civilized life that has passed away.

No wonder this drink is so popular among the elderly.

There is an old-fashioned armchair on the shady side of the desk.

The old man with gray beard was sitting in an armchair, holding a cup of the same "coffee" in his hand.

The old man was wearing a black windbreaker, almost blending into the shadows.

The sight projected from the left eye contains powerful magic power.

Whenever his gaze rested on Allen's face, it always caused a slight sting.

The old man's right eye was covered by a strange-looking eyepatch.

The eyepatch looks like a metal compass, with a slightly trembling compass inlaid in it, which looks very weird.

This strange old man is Cato and Anne's adoptive father, Professor Butler.

Two days ago, Allen came to "Liberty City", a refuge under the control of "Wings of Freedom".

Professor Butler happened not to be at home at the time.

After waiting for two days, Allen got the chance to visit him.

"Prophet, have you considered my suggestion?"

The old man's hoarse voice broke the silence in the room.

Allen nodded slightly.

"Professor, I am willing to accept your test to prove that every word I say can withstand the test of time."

From the moment he regarded himself as a "prophet", he knew that this profession of magic stick could not be achieved by just talking.

Professor Butler seemed disapproving of his claim to be a prophet and to come to save the world in accordance with God's will.

It was just out of politeness that I didn't call him a liar to his face.

He proposed to use his "mind-reading skills" to test how credible Allen's self-proclaimed prophethood was.

At the very least, you must first lie to yourself before you lie to others, otherwise you can expose it at a glance.

Allen felt that he was on someone else's territory and it was natural for him to be questioned.

With his consent, Professor Butler raised his right hand, touched the compass inlaid on his right eye with his index finger, and rotated the compass in a circle.

Alan silently observed his strange movements with curiosity.

Click!

Inside the compass, there was a sound that sounded like a lock being opened.

Then, the compass opened, revealing its dark eye sockets.

Just when Allen was secretly wondering, a strange scene appeared.

An eyeball popped out of Professor Butler's right eye socket.

Just like the chiming bird that pops up on an old-fashioned clock on the hour.

The eyeball dragged blood vessels and nerve bundles, flew out of Professor Butler's eye socket, and suspended in mid-air.

The pupils stared at Allen, exuding a dizzying look.

In reality, Allen is a ninth-level warlock after all.

With years of experience in spell recognition, he could tell that this strange eyeball was casting a spell on him.

Or according to the parlance of this wasteland world, it is called "visual superpower".

The ingredients of superpowers are complex.

Allen identified "True Seeing", "Detect Thoughts" and a large number of hypnotic and hallucinogenic spell configurations.

All of these spell effects are nothing if taken individually.

But when combined together, it's comparable to 9-ring magic!
From the beginning of the meeting, Allen was observing Professor Butler.

He was sure that the professor's own magic power was not up to the level of a ninth-level warlock.

But this strange eyeball that lives in his body has a 9-level spell-casting ability, which is simply incredible!
Fortunately, Allen had taken precautions.

Before entering Professor Butler's office, he used the "Prayer Technique" in advance to simulate the 8-ring "Psychic Barrier" and bless it on himself.

With this barrier, the mind-reading and hypnotic attempts of the weird eyeballs were successfully blocked.

After a moment, the eyeballs retracted into Professor Butler's eye sockets.

With a click, the compass blindfold closed.

"Prophet, your heart is unfathomable."

Professor Butler said meaningfully.

Allen's eyes turned to the corner of the desk.

Next to the pen holder, there is a Bible with a faded cover.

So he smiled slightly and responded:
“You shall not tempt the Lord your God.”

Professor Butler was stunned for a moment, then took a sip from his coffee cup to cover up the throbbing in his heart.

After a while, he put down the coffee cup and regained his composure.

"Prophet, you said that you lived in seclusion in the ruins of Kang Town for a year, ate the flesh and blood of Titan beasts, and drank contaminated water. You were not infected with Titan cells. This makes me very surprised."

"To tell you the truth, my assistants and I have been working on generic cancer inhibitors over the years."

"It's a pity that there is no medicinal material that Salomon Company has a monopoly on. The effect of generic medicines is far inferior to the genuine ones."

"If what you say is true, then I have reason to suspect that, as a rare natural person in this world, you are naturally immune to Titan cell infection."

"If you are willing to provide blood samples for my research, maybe I can develop a specific drug to inhibit cancer growth."

"Prophet, since you are God's messenger and shoulder the sacred mission of saving the world, you will not be stingy with giving some blood."

Allen picked up the coffee cup and pretended to sip it calmly.

I cursed Butler, this old fox.

What a fuck!Moral kidnapping is so fun!

It has to be said that this move hit his weak spot just right.

Who allowed him to claim himself as a prophet and stand on the moral high ground to show off?
If he refuses to provide blood to develop anti-cancer drugs that can cure diseases and save lives, it is equivalent to tearing off the sacred mask with his own hands and losing his moral superiority. Why should people believe that he is a true prophet?

However, Allen is unwilling to accept Professor Butler's moral kidnapping.

His blood can indeed restrain Titan cells.

This trump card must be firmly held in your own hands.

How can you take advantage of Butler, an old fox, to make wedding clothes for others?

How to reject Butler’s moral kidnapping?

While drinking coffee, Allen kept thinking.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me and I knocked over the coffee cup.

Snapped!
The cup fell to the table, bouncing and tumbling.

At the same time, Allen slumped on the chair, his eyes rolled white, foaming at the mouth, and his hands trembled crazily, as if going crazy.

Professor Butler was so frightened by Allen's strange behavior that he stood up and really thought he was going crazy.

He quickly walked around the desk and trotted over to check.

"Prophet! Prophet! Are you okay?"

Allen was trembling all over and his eyes were wide open.

The pupils were dilated, as if they were about to burp.

Professor Butler hesitated and opened the drawer, intending to look for emergency medicine.

At this moment, Allen suddenly sat up straight, with a solemn look on his face.

"Uh... Prophet, are you feeling better?"

Professor Butler asked tentatively. "What illness did you have just now? It looks serious."

"I'm not sick."

Allen interrupted him in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"In fact, I just had a revelation from God, and the symptoms of madness you see are exactly how I communicate with God."

Professor Butler hesitated to speak.

It’s hard to say whether Allen’s words are true or false.

After all, according to records in various gospels and Ecclesiastes, prophets and saints throughout the ages did have such symptoms of epilepsy when they received divine revelation.

There are several classic paintings in the old days that depict this kind of spiritual connection between heaven and man.

Professor Butler is a very cultivated person. Although he does not fully believe in the theory of "divine revelation", he will not criticize it unreasonably.

"Professor, the blood of God flows in my body."

Seeing that Professor Butler was frightened by his impulsive performance, Allen pretended to be serious and increased his intensity:

"Mortals who accept my divine blood will lose all their superpowers and the ability to survive in this cruel era while clearing the Titan cells. I'm afraid this is not the result you want to see."

"Fortunately, God is merciful. When he closes a door, he also opens a window."

"Just now, I received a revelation from God and glimpsed a road to salvation that has the best of both worlds."

Allen made a praying gesture and looked solemn.

"In seven weeks, I will follow divine revelation and create holy water that contains miraculous power."

"Patients taking holy water can not only suppress cell mutations and extend their lifespan, but also retain their existing superpowers."

"But before that, I have a mission to complete."

"Professor, this is not only my mission, but also a trial that you have to undergo to prove that you are qualified to step into the gate of heaven!"

Professor Butler crossed his hands and rubbed his thumbs together, as if he was having a fierce inner struggle.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Prophet, how can I help you complete your mission?"

Allen smiled slightly and finally got back to the topic.

"Thirteen years ago, an accident occurred at the Solomon Research Institute, in which 13 four scientific researchers suffered. Titan cells were also leaked to the outside world because of this accident."

"Professor, of course you know that this accident is the starting point of the Era of Disaster and the source of all disasters in the world."

"The four original victims of the 140 are all the Lamb of the Lord. I need to know their current situation and try to get close contact with them."

Professor Butler frowned.

“Prophet, in addition to sympathy for those who are less fortunate, I have bad news and good news to tell you.”

"The good news is that 13 years after the accident, they are all alive and well cared for."

"The bad news is... they are only alive in a biological sense and are currently in a coma."

"We will not be allowed to be awakened for the foreseeable future."

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Allen stared at the professor, "Since they have all become vegetative, why are they not allowed to receive awakening treatment?"

"Because it's more valuable to Salomon to keep these people comatose than to wake them up."

Professor Butler smiled bitterly.

"My old friend Dr. Solomon spent a lot of money to study these comatose people and found that the Titan cells that reproduced in their bodies became milder as the host's physiological activity declined, and there were also some occurrences that could not be explained by existing theories. Subtle variations that cannot be replicated either.”

"Extracting blood from sleeping people and injecting it into infected people can effectively curb the progression of cancer."

"In fact, the serum extracted from the bodies of these comatose people is the second key raw material for cancer inhibitors!"

"Imagine that if these comatose people are awakened, the titan cells in their bodies will become active. No one knows whether their blood will lose its anti-cancer function."

"Prophet, awakening the sleeper means the possibility of losing extremely valuable anti-cancer medicines. Dr. Solomon and the consortium behind him are certainly not willing to take such a risk."

In order to continuously produce cancer inhibitors, even if there is now a supernatural method to awaken the vegetative state, these living "plasma bags" must obey the will of capital and continue to sleep.

Until the last trace of use value is squeezed out.

Allen knew that he, "Dr. Allen" in this world, was one of the 140 four sleeping "plasma bags".

"Those unfortunate victims, during their long sleep, may dream that they have traveled to another world and become the protagonists of adventure novels."

Professor Butler made a casual joke.

Allen couldn't laugh.

To him, this was an out-and-out hell joke!
……

half a month later.

Metropolis shelter, subway tunnel.

The rise and fall of rail transit has witnessed the history of the city.

Founded in the early 20th century, with a total line length of more than 1000 kilometers and extending in all directions, the subway network was once the pride of metropolitan residents.

To this day, the entire city's subway traffic has been paralyzed.

Subway tunnels criss-crossing like a spider web have become a refuge for escapists
The slums are haunted by ferocious Titan beasts from time to time.

The thorn in the side of Solomon Company's Public Security Department, the "Gully Gang", the number one gangster organization in the metropolitan shelter, also operates the subway tunnel as its own territory.

In the eyes of surface residents with legal online identities, dark and dirty subway tunnels are always associated with robberies, rapes and murders, and they are afraid to avoid them.

midnight.

In the dim subway tunnel, two figures appeared.

A man over two meters tall, in his early thirties, with a strong build and a thick beard.

The vision from his gray-blue eyes can penetrate the darkness and clearly see the mosquitoes flying by a hundred feet away.

The little boy next to the strong man does not have the supernatural dark vision as sharp as his father.

Afraid of losing my footing and falling in the dark, I clutched my father's hand and walked forward along the rusty rails.

The titan cells in the seven-year-old boy's body became cancerous prematurely, making his abdomen, hands and feet appear abnormally bloated.

The pale and tender little face also showed signs of swelling caused by the spread of cancer.

After walking a short distance, I couldn't help but gasp for air, and there were dense beads of sweat on my forehead.

When the strong man heard the boy gasping, he knelt down and motioned for him to climb onto his back.

The boy shook his head and insisted on walking on his own.

The strong man sighed, not forcing his stubborn son.

"Dad, how long can I live?" the boy asked.

The strong man said nothing.

He didn't want to lie to his son or damage his son's confidence in recovery, so he could only remain silent.

"Dad, you shouldn't stay with me."

The boy said to himself.

"Because I could go bang at any time, just like when old John died, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Dad! You should put me in a secluded place and let me be alone and wait for my mother to take me to heaven...if there is such a thing as heaven."

"Witt, don't say anything stupid!"

The father finally couldn't help interrupting his son.

"The person we are meeting tonight is here specifically to deliver medicine to you."

"As long as you are willing to take the injections and take the medicine obediently, you will get better soon."

That's what he said, but the man knew in his heart that he was deceiving his son.

As a escapist, he voluntarily gave up his online identity and made a living in the underground world, like a rat in the gutter.

Personally, he does not regret his original choice.

However, considering his son's health and future, if he could have swallowed his anger and retained his online identity, he would now be able to get free anti-cancer drugs... The poor boy would not have to suffer the same fate as himself.

As the leader of the "Ditch Gang" and a "Class A wanted criminal" offered a reward by Salomon Company for his arrest, he has no way back and can only pin his hopes on Professor Butler.

Although the reputation of this generic drug is not good, its efficacy is far inferior to that of the original version, and it may not be able to save the boy who has entered the advanced stage of cancer.

But apart from trying to grasp this life-saving straw, what hope can there be?

……

Ask for a recommended monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)