I'm supposed to be beheaded right at the start, but I'm immortal!

Chapter 9. The cunning and scheming Mabel, the despicable and shameless Green.

Mabel had barely stepped into the factory when her vision blurred.

Coming to my senses, I was startled to find myself sitting on a dragon throne.

The building in front of us is extremely luxurious, with the four characters "Imperial Palace" hanging above the main hall.

"Could this be the legendary 'Emperors come every year, but this year it's my family's turn'?" she said in a deep voice.

"That's right, if the emperor can sit on this throne, so can I! When it comes to governing good and evil, punishing the wicked and promoting the good, I, the big sister, am not necessarily inferior to the emperor."

"Your Majesty!"

At this moment, an envoy from the Tribunal entered the palace and respectfully said:

"A case has occurred in the capital; we request Your Majesty to render a judgment!"

"Oh? Tell me, Big Sister... cough cough, tell me about it!"

The adjudicator then said:

"Yesterday at noon, Count Goethe reported that when he was on his way to visit Count Reims, he found Count Reims dead in his bedroom. Not only that, but the male servants and coachman of Count Reims' household also died tragically, as if they had been poisoned. In the entire Count's mansion, only the women survived."

According to the investigation, a day ago, the Earl of Reims took a second wife. His first wife was jealous and did not accept the second wife, so the Earl of Reims drove her to live in a side room in the backyard of the mansion.

Yesterday afternoon, someone saw the Earl of Reims's first wife going to a pharmacy to buy medicine. It is rumored that the father of this second wife was once beaten to death by the Earl of Reims's men for offending him.

"I believe the murderer of the Earl is likely either his legal wife or his second wife. I implore Your Majesty to determine who the true culprit is!"

Mabel gave her answer almost instantly.

Her extraordinary intelligence told her that the murderer in this case was...

"That's right, the murderer must be Count Goethe, who reported the crime!"

The judge was about to nod when he heard the answer and asked in confusion, "Huh?"

On the dragon throne, Mabel chuckled, looking completely confident.

"You mortals are ultimately no match for my wisdom. Fine, let me explain it to you properly."

Mabel, with her shrewd calculations, said:

"Heh, if Count Goethe didn't kill him, why would he report it?"

The arbitrator exclaimed, "Huh??"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mabel saw the scene before her slowly change, and she was back in the factory.

Being an emperor felt so amazing! She was still savoring the experience, how could it be over already?!

Mabel sensed that the power of the illusion array seemed to have been drained by something, rendering it completely ineffective.

Damn it!

Illusion! I command you to continue creating illusions!

Then, she vaguely heard someone say, "Idiot, you're a master!"

"Achoo!"

Mabel sneezed.

Who?

Who exactly is badmouthing her behind her back?

Oh! How dare you insult me!

Mabel thought to herself, "He'd better not get caught by me, or he'll be in big trouble!"

Oh right, I'm not here to have fun!

I almost forgot, she came today to crack down on illegal transactions by criminal gangs, so I need to meet up with Green and the others as soon as possible.

……

"Ultraman, open your eyes, I am Alice."

Half-asleep, Green opened his eyes.

Inside the familiar rented room.

Alice said with a smile:

"Green, you're awake?"

Alice?

Am I back on Earth?

The thought flashed through Green's mind, but I'm not...

Eh?

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be doing something important.

Alice swung her legs on the cheap little bed in the rented room.

"Looking at the time, it's been over a year since we last saw each other, hasn't it?"

Green sighed, "Yeah, it's been over a year since we last met. It's all those damned barbarians from the Western Continent who kidnapped me without a word and made me their filler."

"Alright, time is limited, let's catch up later." Alice's expression turned serious. "I came to see you today to ask you to do something for me."

"What?" Green asked.

"Kill that saintess!" Alice said without room for argument.

"The Saintess? The one from St. Petersburg?"

"Yes." Alice nodded. "Time is running out. We must kill her before she unleashes the Outer Gods' Rebellion!"

Outer Gods in Turmoil?

Green was puzzled and wanted to ask for clarification, but he found that Alice's figure before him was becoming increasingly illusory, so he asked the most crucial question:

"Okay, I promise you. But where are you now? Are you in danger? I want to come find you."

Alice glanced at him and said calmly:

"After killing the saintess, retrieve the quill pen you gave me and come find me in the Abyss."

As she spoke, Alice's figure vanished completely, leaving only those ethereal words behind.

Green's gaze shifted, and the scene before him returned to the abandoned factory.

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Green felt a splitting headache and a sense of emptiness. This was a sign of depleted mental energy, but fortunately, his previous mastery of the Felin Breathing Technique was slowly restoring his depleted spirit.

Green and his group had previously agreed to meet at a secluded spot on the east side of the factory.

Green muttered to himself as he walked toward the meeting point.

"Kill the saintess...kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her..."

……

This factory is quite large. There are several workshops inside and out.

The three met up shortly afterward.

The three hid in a corner and looked through the window into the workshop where a large amount of steelmaking equipment was piled up.

A group of burly men in black suits were guarding the workshop, patrolling back and forth.

The leader was a bald man, none other than Forbes, the head of the Razor Gang, known in the underworld as "Brother Knife"!

Before long, footsteps could be heard coming from outside the workshop.

A man dressed in the same black robe as the old wizard walked in, carrying a leather bag, and met with Brother Dao.

"I've brought the goods. You can inspect them," the man in black said in a deep voice.

"Since Your Excellency has come here in person, I am naturally at ease. There's no need to inspect the goods." Brother Dao shook his head and asked:

"I just want to ask, how long until the Divine Envoy's plan is realized?"

The black-robed humanist, referred to as a "believer":

"Soon, as long as you produce the contents of this briefcase according to plan and pour them into the source of the Rhine River, the entire city will be 'reborn' in less than half a month, welcoming the benevolent deity!"

The believer's tone became fanatical:

"At that time, the divine messenger will grant you every promise he made. You will become one of the rulers of this newly born city, second only to the emperor! And the gods will remember your achievements!"

Brother Dao nodded. "I understand. I'll start mass production as soon as I get back. I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time."

His words were filled with ambition; controlling merely ten factories was not enough. He wanted to become the true ruler of St. Petersburg!

outside the window.

Of the three who were watching all this, Mabel's eyes flickered.

Good heavens, these people are really planning to do something bad!

I guessed it myself... cough cough, I knew it all along!

Slay the enemy and seize merit, punish the wicked and promote the good, enter the court of judgment today!

Mabel trembled with excitement and couldn't help but shout:

"Drink! All evil will eventually... Mmm! Mmm!"

Green quickly covered Mabel's mouth, praying that no one had heard what he had just said; now was clearly not a good time to make a move.

"All evil will eventually be brought to justice!"

A sudden change has occurred!

Inside the workshop, a group of people wearing black gloves suddenly jumped down from the top of the workshop.

It's the Mafia!

Brother Dao exclaimed in surprise:

"Franz, it's you! Didn't I already have someone set up a magical illusion array? How did you get in?!"

Forland paused for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"A magic illusion array? You're senile. I've never encountered such a thing."

Brother Dao was both shocked and furious: "What?!"

He spent a lot of money to have a magician set up a magical illusion array to prevent this from happening, and you're telling me it didn't work?

Are you kidding me?!

He'll definitely give that magician a really bad review when he gets back!

"You useless old bastard, you practically monopolized the production of slime gel in St. Petersburg. You refused to cooperate with me time and time again, so I knew you were up to no good. Now I've caught you red-handed!"

"All evil will be brought to justice! Useless knife, surrender now!" Frant shouted.

outside the window.

Mabel, whose mouth was covered by Green, was on the verge of tears.

Not only was their limelight stolen, but...

He was using all my words!

My words! Waaah!

Forland shouted, "I already called the authorities before I came here! Brothers, hold off those bastards, don't let them escape!"

Once the useless knife is imprisoned, those ten slime factories will be leaderless, and he will have plenty of ways to turn those factories into his own!

At that time, he will no longer be subject to checks and balances, and will have a complete production line of slime factory and puppet manufacturing technology, so that every repressed adventurer can have a shared puppet to use!

He was the sole ruler of the St. Petersburg mafia!

Brother Dao chuckled coldly:

"Franz, don't forget, you were just the leader of the slaughterhouse's horse-killing team back then. I was the one who pulled you out of the slaughterhouse and set you on the path to extraordinary!"

“Yes, you’re a piece of junk,” Fland said, “but I also served ten years in jail for you! Ten years, a full ten years, do you know how I got through it?!”

The two gangs have assembled their forces, and they are about to clash with each other at any moment. It seems there is no way to escape.

Brother Dao returned the briefcase to the believer and said:

"Dear believer, please take this to the factory and wait for me. I'll be there shortly!"

"Do you think I'd let you get away?" After saying that, Flander had the mage he had brought to keep watch chant a spell.

"boom!"

A massive amount of gray fog instantly engulfed the entire workshop.

The followers vanished from Brother Dao's side in an instant.

They ordered their men to search, but to no avail.

Seeing his dream of being second only to the emperor in power in jeopardy, Brother Dao roared furiously, his eyes blazing with rage:

"Follower? Where is the follower? You're not finished with me, you bastard leader! (voice cracks)"

"Hmph! You bunch of thugs, go tell the police what you have to say!"

Frank snorted coldly, determined to hold off Brother Dao and his group from escaping and await the police's punishment.

This St. Petersburg mafia deserves to be the only one in power!

Green and his two companions observed the situation in the workshop and refrained from making any rash moves.

After the initial excitement, Mabel gradually calmed down.

The situation at the scene is so chaotic.

She looked at Green:

"What should we do now? Green, what do you think?"

After a moment's thought, Green turned his gaze to the old wizard.

"I have an idea."

The old wizard: "?"

"Old Deng, do you have any extra black robes?"

The old wizard nodded. "When traveling the world, of course you need to prepare several sets of black robes. You mean... I see, I understand!"

Green nodded. "That's right, exactly."

Mabel: "?"

No, what did you understand? How come I don't know?

Mabel nodded seriously and said proudly, "You're quite intelligent, kid. You think exactly the same thing as your older sister."

The old wizard took out two brand-new black robes and gave them to Green and his companion to wear.

The gray mist released by the mage just now enveloped the workshop and gradually spread, surrounding the entire factory.

Green, who was outside the workshop, saw it clearly: the believer, carrying a briefcase, fled towards the back door of the workshop the moment the fog rose, and was chased by a group of mafia members.

The fact that the Razorfen Downs were so careful in their transaction of this handbag suggests that the contents must be of great value.

Green decided to launch the blockade plan, blocking the only way the believers could escape from behind the factory.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, the believer, being chased by a group of mafia members, cursed inwardly:

"I told this piece of junk to be prepared and not let anyone interfere with the transaction, but in the end, we still got targeted!"

"What a piece of trash!"

The gang led by the leader of the "Shamate" group was quite strong, with a large number of Firefly Level 3 cultivators and a few Lantern Realm cultivators who had broken through by buying fake certificates!

The believer himself was not strong, only at the third level of the Lantern Bearer rank. Now surrounded and severely injured, he muttered helplessly:

"O God of War, I humbly call upon your name, filled with trepidation..."

"Bathed in divine grace, receiving the fullest blessings!"

"Drink it!"

Beneath the black robe, the believer's hair turned gray and his skin became wrinkled, but his aura surged!

This burst of energy allowed him to break through the encirclement of the mafia members, leave the workshop, and escape to the back of the factory.

But this is a life-consuming technique; once activated, it cannot be stopped. As time passed, his lifespan diminished, and his extraordinary aura was ultimately barely maintained at the first level of the Destiny Path.

No!

If this continues, he'll burn to death before we even reach the factory where the scrap knives are made. I have to hide the briefcase and tell the Holy Maiden the news!

Just as he was thinking this, he saw three people dressed in black robes appear in the gray mist ahead.

When the two sides met, neither dared to make any rash moves.

The believer stopped in his tracks, but before he could speak, he heard a black-robed figure opposite him laugh strangely:

"Hehehehehe, we are sent by the Divine Envoy to provide support. You are seriously injured, quickly hand over that handbag to us, and we will treat you!"

The believer exclaimed in surprise, "The divine messenger is truly prescient! The support arrived so quickly!"

However, the believer did not immediately hand the briefcase to Green and his companions, but cautiously said:

"Although you were sent by the divine messenger, just to be on the safe side, let's exchange a code."

"Okay, odd changes, even stays the same," said one of the people on the other side.

The believer was about to answer when he realized he couldn't.

Is this a new code within the organization? How come I don't know it?

The moment the doubt arose and he was stunned, he saw the three of them attacking him all at once!

Mabel's hand flickered with annihilating black flames as she unleashed a punch.

Despite being only at the third level of the Lantern-Bearing Realm, he forcefully knocked the first-stage Destiny Path believer into mid-air. The extinguishing black flames lingered, scorching the believer's soul and causing him immense pain.

Then, the old wizard chanted a spell, and a bolt of purple lightning struck the believer on the head, knocking him down from mid-air.

To the believers, Green, who was clearly the weakest of the three and only possessed the aura of a firefly, moved with lightning speed, appearing behind them without them even realizing it.

The sharp dagger slid smoothly through his chest.

The believer coughed up blood, struggled fiercely, glared at Green, and roared:

"Damn it! You guys were imposters after all! What kind of skill is a sneak attack? If you're so capable, come and fight me one-on-one!"

Despicable! Shameless! Vulgar!