Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 374 - 373 Fulfilling Your Impossible Wish

Chapter 374: Chapter 373 Fulfilling Your Impossible Wish

The next day, Ailuodi once again acted as a messenger for the Paradise Sect, visiting the home of Sweet Potato and the Marei brothers.

After a night of treatment, the girl’s condition had significantly improved; not only had she regained consciousness in the morning, but she had even managed to drink some rice porridge.

And the person who had received the "blessing" from the Paradise Master last night had told even more people about it... As a result, the number of people gathered outside the brothers’ door had reached over thirty. Ailuodi didn’t say much and immediately started to categorize the types of contracts as needed—she had brought more medicine this time, and she was also better prepared with contracts.

By noon, Enkui made an appearance as well. Unlike yesterday, her face bore a deep lash mark, the blood had been wiped away, but the wound extended from her forehead down to her lower cheek.

"What happened to you..." Ailuodi exclaimed in surprise.

"It’s nothing, I was whipped by the overseer because the workers I arranged for today didn’t all show up," she said with a shrug, as if it was no big deal.

"The workers you arranged?"

"Young girl, when exactly did you arrive in the City of Defense? You don’t even know about this?"

Ailuodi’s heart skipped a beat, but her face remained unchanged, "I got here yesterday. It was the divinities’ guidance I heard that brought me from Thistlefort to this place."

"So... you live in the west of the city? Mixing with those rich folks?"

"Where I live does not affect my duties."

"Tch, I’m not saying you’re doing anything wrong." Enkui scratched her nose, "That’s not a place where just anybody can live. You either have to be involved with the smugglers or be a company lackey. You live in a place like that but like to come here to spread the faith of Paradise; life sure is bizarre, encountering all sorts of strange things."

"The followers of the Paradise Sect... must all be very rich," Sweet Potato muttered, having eavesdropped on the conversation.

"Get lost, kid," Enkui waved her hand dismissively and continued, "Since you don’t know anything, I’ll fill you in. You can’t possibly think that the company can keep track of how many people are in the City of Defense and how many of those can work. I have a big reputation on this street, so they chose me to be responsible, drawing enough labor each day for the mines. The upside is that I don’t have to do the work myself, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to slip out to see you at noon."

No wonder the Sweet Potato brothers called her big sister.

"I know what you are thinking—am I another dog of the company, enslaving the neighbors for them? Don’t get the wrong idea. If I didn’t accept their offer, then a local gangster would have taken the position," she said, her face filled with annoyance as if explaining this was somewhat embarrassing.

"Big sister has already taken good care of us," Marei added in support, "In the neighborhoods in the south controlled by gangs, there are places with more than half the people either dead or injured. As long as a person is still breathing, they have to keep going down into the mines."

"Let’s disinfect first, your wound needs to be bandaged," Ailuodi opened a first aid pack.

"No need, it’s just a flesh wound, it will heal itself in a few days," Enkui stopped her with a hand, "Save the medicine for someone who needs it more. We don’t have the means to replenish the medicine from the Royal Capital here. Is the contract ready?"

Seeing her insistence, Ailuodi complied. She took out a specialized contract, "Do you need me to read it to you?"

"No, I can read," Enkui said.

After going over the contract from start to finish, disbelief filled her eyes, "It only requires wishing power? No other conditions? There’s a security team watching over the executions conducted by the company!"

Although Ailuodi had explained that wishing power equated to life force, it was after all an intangible thing, which from a certain perspective was tantamount to being nonexistent—Sweet Potato had already paid with wishing power and apart from feeling a bit tired, there were barely any other side effects.

"What, without a piece of your flesh being taken, you feel uneasy?" Ailuodi spread her hands.

It was the first time Chaoyang had seen an Angel talk like this.

It almost had the taste of a streetwise bad girl.

"What I mean is..."

"The Paradise Master only takes wishing power as compensation, treating everyone equally," she paused, "You sign your name, and the divinities will help bring Franwick Yuss back alive. It’s straightforward, no problems, right?"

After doing as instructed, Enkui handed back the contract, "What exactly do you plan to do?"

"I’m afraid I can’t disclose that," Ailuodi said, as she stored the contract, "Besides, there is another matter I wish to entrust you with."

"Hold on, I am not a devotee of the Paradise Sect!" she frowned, "Is this part of the contract’s additional conditions?"

"No, but it’s not to your disadvantage," the Angel replied with a grin, "Be it neighbors or colleagues you work with, is there anyone among you who holds a grudge against ’Dead Gun’ Zigelin? If someone’s wish is to get rid of Zigelin, then come sign a contract with me!"

...

"Mr. Bariff, how come you are free to arrange to meet with me today?" Zigelin walked into the private dining room and casually sat down, "The Governor is eager to see results, you must be too busy to manage, right?"

Even a remote small town like the City of Defense had its share of high-end restaurants in the wealthy district. Private rooms, women to accompany drinks, exquisite dishes, and cellared wines of over twenty years were all available. Although not as lavish as the Royal Capital, it was still an unattainable luxury for the locals.

However, this time, the private room was occupied by Bariff alone.

Or rather, it was a clone that Chaoyang had created with 160 points of wishing power.

"I want to ask, since the company set up in the City of Defense, just how many people have you killed?" Chaoyang personally poured him a glass of wine. It was apparent that the other party wasn’t very wary of Bariff’s identity.

"Ah? Are you sure you want to discuss such a gory topic while enjoying delicious food?"

"Oh, I thought discussing bloody matters was itself a kind of enjoyment."

Zigelin narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a while before bursting out laughing, "Hahaha... you truly live up to your reputation as a murderous demon; killing suits you better than scholarship. But let me be clear, I’m not any worse than you."

’Dead Gun’ Zigelin, the leader of the gang Fish Harpoon, his age and origins unknown, was rumored to be a vicious pirate captain who fell on hard times and ended up in the City of Defense. But no one really knew his true past, only that in a short span of time, he had become the biggest crime lord of the City of Defense.

"Two from Fishbone Street... these jerks have owed me money for a long time; I took advantage of the company’s momentum to deal with them, and dumped their bodies into the sea."

"Three from Five Way Junction, troublemakers who wouldn’t listen, perfect examples to make an example of."

"There was also one from Lanchun Building, that woman actually thought she could rise above me."

Zigelin actually began to count, gnawing on a pork chop while recounting his ’achievements,’ his face visibly twisted in cruelty and pride.

"... All these add up to around forty or so? Let’s get one thing straight, these are the ones I killed with my own hands, not orders given to my underlings. So, if you compare, you can’t count the ones the company took care of as your own." He licked his lips and looked provocatively at Chaoyang, "Now it’s your turn to count."

"I’ve confirmed one thing, you truly are an unforgivable sinner."

"Ha, you out of your mind? Mr. Bariff, it’s you who’s been making this city wail continuously," Zigelin said, puzzled, as he put down the food in his hands and signaled to the bodyguard at the door with a glance.

With a sidelong look, Chaoyang noticed the bodyguard resting his hand on his waist.

"What about the Franwick Yuss family? Were they also your orders?"

"Tch, who knows! Those lowlifes just love to make wild guesses. There are so many gangs in the City of Defense, why would it have to be my order?"

"If not you, then who?"

"Since when did you become Sherlock Holmes? I’ll own up to what I’ve done, but don’t try to pin things on me that I didn’t do, not even the Heavenly Emperor can!" Zigelin was getting impatient, "Mr. Bariff, why did you call me here? Just get to the point!"

"Actually, I’ve prepared a little gift for you." Chaoyang picked up a paper box from the chair next to him and placed it in the center of the table. Then he opened the lid to reveal an imitation broadsword-style landmine inside, with the "this side towards enemy" facing Zigelin and his two bodyguards.

This landmine was already connected to a detonating cord, with the pull-ring firmly in Chaoyang’s grasp.

"What the hell is this?" Zigelin reached out to grab it.

At that very moment, Chaoyang yanked the pull-ring free.