Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 384 - 383: Wish for Victory

Chapter 384: Chapter 383: Wish for Victory

"I will give them a chance—a chance that only requires a little courage to make these thugs pay an equivalent price,"

The Divine Envoy’s words struck Enkui’s mind like lightning that parts the dark clouds.

She saw the guards’ attention entirely drawn to the divinities and the riot at the Cave Camp, neglecting the onlooking residents around them.

She saw gangsters and smugglers fleeing in panic, no different from a scurry of rats in their desperate flurry.

She saw the company’s Guard Squad lose its former sharpness; they held their guns but dared not aim at the divinities. Wanting to leave but fearing their superiors’ reprimand, they stood frozen in place.

She also noticed that the divinities, surrounded by lightning in the sky, whether in actions or tone, had a bit of the taste of the Divine Envoy. Perhaps their appearance in the City of Defense was the will of the gods themselves.

If this isn’t a chance, then they deserve to be slaves to the company for a lifetime!

Enkui took two steps forward, seized the guard blocking the way of the crowd, who had just turned around, only to be greeted by a heavy punch.

After knocking down the guard, she picked up his fire gun and raised it high, "Now’s the time, brothers! Let’s go together!"

"Long live the Paradise Sect!"

"For the glory of the Paradise Master!"

Everyone tore off the cloth covering their arms, revealing unified red arms, charging at the utterly shocked gangster guards!

What Enkui did not expect was that not only the folks she had contacted beforehand joined in, but many bystanders did too! Inspired by her, the tidal wave formed by more than four hundred people easily broke through the perimeter barrier, irresistibly surging towards the execution ground. The guards and gangsters who came to their senses turned their guns on the crowd, shooting, and some were shot down, but others quickly filled the gap and kept pushing the crowd forward!

The fear that had always lived in their hearts seemed to have vanished.

"Enemies at the cave entrance are cleared, prepare to cover me as I charge!" Zhang Zhiyuan shouted while loading the last magazine on the beach side of the Cave Camp.

"I’m in position, let’s go!" Cui Zhen’en and Zhou Zhiyi said in unison.

Crouching low, he decisively dashed out of the cave entrance, ready to throw a grenade against the enemy’s intensive fire—though Franwick had said that they couldn’t switch bodies in a short time, Zhang Zhiyuan was still prepared to be shot. After all, there were many gangsters in the camp, and to win against the odds, sacrifices had to be made. Only by breaking through this bottleneck could the rapid-fire weapons of the other three be fully effective.

However, when Zhang Zhiyuan indeed rushed out of the cave, he was taken aback. Those enemies outside had already fled without a fight, leaving behind nothing but weapons on the sandy barriers. Looking to the west, he saw a large crowd swarming toward the beach, struggling with the gangster guards and overseers... No, more precisely, the gangsters were trying to escape but were held back by the furious masses. Lacking sufficient weapons, they fought with fists and teeth, beating the thugs until they were sent sprawling.

He realized that the battle had already ended.

Enkui had the same realization; she found that the menacing security team wasn’t as strong as she had imagined. Or to say... when all the neighbors dared to stand together facing the enemy’s guns, their prestige was gone. She even faintly felt that, even if the divinities hadn’t intervened, even if there had been no explosions from the camp, just the four hundred plus bystanders alone could have secured the final victory.

For the first time, Enkui realized how powerful it was when hundreds of people shared the same goal and belief.

What if there were a thousand?

Ten thousand?

The fishermen, the peddlers, the hunters, and the craftsmen of the City of Defense together easily numbered two hundred thousand. How had they been ruled by the Ransu Company, which had no more than a thousand people?

Perhaps the greatness of the divinities did not lie in their mystery or their unfathomable power.

The divinities could guide the direction for those who were lost, connect the souls of strangers; that alone was enough.

As she stepped up to the execution stage and surveyed the beach and the cheering crowd below, a sense of pride welled up from the depths of her heart.

At this moment, the clouds had completely dispersed, and the dazzling sunlight shone anew upon the land, illuminating the golden sands below.

"Sister, take this!" Marei pushed his way through the crowd and thrust the blood-stained flag into her hands.

It was the signal for their uprising, but at this moment, it also served as a declaration of victory.

Enkui took the flag and raised it with one hand, allowing the crimson fabric to flutter in the sea breeze—"Long live the Paradise Master!"

At the foot of the platform, a deafening cheer erupted!

"Long live the Paradise Master!"

"Long live the Paradise Sect!"

"Long live victory!"

Dozens of lights shot into the sky, converging into a vast and pure white pillar of light that flew toward a dilapidated bungalow a kilometer away.

The surging power made Chaoyang let out a long cry!

The nearly depleted wishing power swiftly rose, far surpassing the highest level from a day ago, roughly estimated to be three or four thousand—enough to arm a force capable of confronting the company head-on. More importantly, over twenty white threads appeared, signifying that some had become loyal devotees of the Paradise Master, able to provide a steady stream of wishing power for a long time.

"Mission accomplished, great work everyone," Chaoyang messaged everyone.

"Hehe, it’s only what we should do," Zhou Zhi was the first to reply.

"You are too kind," Qianyuan Meiko bowed slightly in his direction.

"Tired? Let me give you a rub," Cui Zhen’en approached Zhang Zhiyuan with a smile and started to knead his shoulders.

Although he didn’t speak, the expression of him lifting the corners of his mouth was enough to know, through the perspectives of other players, that Zhang Zhiyuan wasn’t opposed to such tasks.

The majority of the crowd that stormed the beach didn’t stop; they kept running towards the Cave Camp. Similarly, when the workers emerging from the caves were astonished to find their longed-for loved ones right before their eyes, their extremely weary bodies once again burst into a run. The two groups converged, embracing each other tightly, adding a touch of warmth to the beach that had been pervaded with the scent of death.

"It seems Franwick Yuss wants to see you," Ailuodi said.

Seeing that the situation was settled, she let Kokomoqi cast the Invisibility Technique on her and left the execution site ahead of time. After removing her wig and putting on a black mask, she once again became the Divine Envoy of the Paradise Sect. When Ailuodi returned to the beach, those who had seen her once greeted her with a wave, and Enkui, wounded all over, walked towards her along with the injured Franwick.

"Now you’re me, aren’t you?" Chaoyang said with a smile, "Besides, with the mood at this stage, you can’t really refuse the other person’s thanks."

"You didn’t just fulfill the task; you exceeded my expectations. Please forgive my previous doubts. The fishermen of the City of Defense owe you a debt of gratitude!"

Enkui said excitedly upon meeting.

Chaoyang could feel a thread of wishing power coming from her.

"I told you, the Paradise Master will never let down those he protects. Now that Franwick Yuss has been rescued, the contract is fulfilled," Ailuodi nodded in response.

"Are you the Divine Envoy of the Paradise Sect? I’ve heard about the situation from Enkui," Franwick struggled to stand upright without assistance, using his own strength, "Nice to meet you, I’m Franwick Yuss. Please allow me to express thanks on behalf of all those saved, on their behalf."

After speaking, he extended his hand.

Ailuodi shook his hand openly while sizing up the man known as the "Fishermen’s Elder"—though Franwick was nearly sixty, he was quite robust, his gripping fingers calloused, firm, and strong. Not just that, his eyes sparkled with vitality, and the fire in their depths was like a blazing flame, not at all like those of a bereaved and solitary man in his later years.

He wanted revenge, her subconscious was telling her.

That flame would not be extinguished until justice was served to the killer.