The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 179 Prelude to Adventure, Shadow

"...It turns out you just came back from Brazil, so it's understandable that you don't know."

On the sofa in a circle, the black girl crossed her legs and danced:
  "Right now, the rumors are going crazy outside. The entire Los Angeles City...and even the entire West Coast, all the well-informed circles of extraordinary people have heard the news, and everyone is secretly discussing this matter."

"They said that federal officials have discovered a mythical relic, which is very likely to be the legendary [Teotihuacan], and are organizing manpower to prepare for exploration!"

The girl's eyes were shining and she was gesturing with her hands.

"It is said that there is not only gold and silver everywhere, but also rare treasures everywhere, including a crystal skull that contains all the extraordinary knowledge in the world, and a fountain of youth that can rejuvenate one's youth with just one drop..."

"Oh, wait, Miss Pauling, let's not talk about whether the news is true or not. It's just the same - how can a mortal have the courage to peek into the realm of gods?"

Jace raised his hands and spread his fingers, interrupting.

"Ahem, of course it's because God's Domain has lost its owner..."

A one-eyed old man wearing a black eyepatch coughed and took over the topic.

“When I first entered the industry decades ago, I heard relevant secrets from my mentor...

The Aztec gods suddenly and mysteriously disappeared long before the colonists arrived, and the entire priest class lost most of their spellcasting abilities, causing the huge empire of tens of millions of people to suddenly fall into chaos. In a short period of time, they were defeated by the colonial army and the United Temple Church.

In other words, if the rumors are true, God's Domain is indeed empty at the moment. "

A group of psychic mediums around him had obviously heard him speak once before, and they were not too surprised, but they all looked longingly.

From the ruins of the secret realm where the gods once lived, any gadget found in it would be an inestimable treasure for people like them who were at the lowest level of the extraordinary.

Jace, who was also lost in reverie, took a while to recover, and a hint of loneliness appeared on his face.

"Those things are so far away from us, Miss Pauling...

Exploring those secret realms is the exclusive preserve of the strong. Whether it is [Teotihuacan] or [Garden of Eden], they have nothing to do with us in this world. "

The girl shook her head, her face beaming with joy.

"Don't be so discouraged. Change your thinking. We are not qualified to participate, but we can sell the information to people who are qualified to participate."

She grinned triumphantly and touched the chalky mark on her arm.

"After I learned about it, I immediately contacted the Voodoo Godmother Mary in New Orleans, and she rewarded me with a voodoo tattoo. It will be much safer when I deal with evil spirits again."

Mrs. Bella next to her rolled her eyes and knocked on the table.

"Stop talking about those digressions and get started quickly. Since the Christmas attack, everyone has gone to other places to avoid the limelight. Now we haven't been together for more than half a year. Is there anything we want to trade?"

……

……

The pale moonlight shines on the water, coating the thin waves with a silver edge.

There are many tall buildings in the distance, and on the dark streets, people yell and curse in black slang from time to time.

This is Chicago on Lake Michigan, the capital of finance and violent crime.

A small black bat flew silently across the night sky, bypassing the brightly lit urban area and entering a secret mansion hidden deep in the dense forest on the outskirts of the city.

On the balcony of the second floor, a cloud of white smoke cleared, and a man wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket appeared, stroking his chest and bowing towards the black-haired young man holding a bottle of red wine.

"Lord Kraven, according to your order, the news has been spread out through indirect and secret channels. The middleman has dealt with it and a counter-divination ritual has been performed. No one will trace the source." He frowned , said carefully: "The bastard Blade has been chasing very closely recently. This time he almost crashed into the anti-divination ceremony. I wonder if he noticed anything..."

The black-haired young man lazily raised the crystal goblet and shook it against the moonlight. Looking through the scarlet liquid, everything in the world was red.

"Very good!" Craven raised his eyebrows and smiled. "As long as a few points are revealed, some smart-aleck people will spread it quickly in order to make profits, and everyone will know it within a few days, without us even needing to take risks to add fuel to the fire.

As for the mixed-blood bastard, don't worry about it for now. The elders will have more important tasks to assign next. "

"Your wisdom is as vast as the night sky." The man complimented. "The effect was even better than expected. I heard feedback before I came back. It was like a large group of people took the initiative to help."

Craven took a sip of "red wine", and when his lips opened and closed, the cold glow of his white teeth loomed.

"Go and relax." He gestured to his subordinates with his chin pointed towards the lobby on the first floor.

The special dark-colored glass windows there were tightly closed, and there was no light at all. As he listened attentively, the sounds of roaring and laughing were intertwined with each other, and the smell of lustful desire came to his face.

Seeing his men turn into a misty smoke and enter the crack of the door, joining the "battle group", the smile on Kraven's face gradually faded.

Rumors spread too fast? Could it be that the old guy got wary and sent others to intervene?
  He pondered for a while, then turned back to the house, walked through the splendid and luxurious furnishings, came to the study, pushed open a bookshelf, walked into a small secret room inside, and said respectfully to a blood-colored mirror.

"Your Excellency, the matter over there has been settled, and it should be able to cause some confusion to the officials."

After waiting for a few breaths, ripples appeared on the mirror like water wrinkled by the wind, and a vicissitudes of voice sounded like it was covered with old dust:
  "How is the layout going?"

"The sacrifices were transported to the Elizabeth Islands a week ago, and the background screening of a total of 184 people in the local villages has been completed to ensure that no extraordinary person or relatives or friends are involved.

In addition, the bridge leading to the outside world has been prepared. The management personnel are our people. When the polar night begins, it will be closed in the name of maintenance to prevent anyone from disturbing it. "

"Very good." As if Craven praised his subordinates, Vicissitudes of Life's voice expressed the same appreciation.

“When everyone’s eyes are on [Teotihuacan], that’s when we start the Eternal Night Ceremony.”

“We don’t have to risk our lives with lower species to peer into the realm of gods, we ourselves will become eternal!”

The tone of Vicissitudes' voice changed, like a cold wind.

"Seize the time to detonate all the buried 'bombs', making the officials exhausted, and then withdraw from the Federation and live in seclusion in the Black Continent for more than ten years."

The muscles on Craven's cheeks trembled slightly and he asked hesitantly:
  "The large amount of resources and human agents controlled by the family are difficult to deal with in a short period of time. Do you want to send servants to temporarily control it?"

"No need." The vicissitudes of the old man's voice responded to his request indifferently.

"The overall situation is more important. As long as the ceremony is successful, these external things are insignificant. But if it fails..." He paused.

"...It doesn't matter anymore!"

Waiting for the blood mirror to regain its composure, Kraven bowed and saluted solemnly, walked backwards and walked out of the secret room.

He picked up the goblet on the gold-plated low cabinet, raised his head and drank the unfinished "red wine" in one gulp.

Kraven exhaled a strong breath of blood, his eyes deep and distant.

The glass in his hand was pinched with a slight crack.

What is the overall situation? For your eternity, we must destroy the huge foundation that we have worked hard to build over the past 200 years, and let all the people from the prosperous New World go to sleep in the barren land where birds do not poop...

...Victor, you are so selfish!

(End of this chapter)