"Hahahahahahaha, don't tell me I want to raise one too!"

"The streets of Port Alple are full of evil gods. Otherwise, why would the Archon get himself into trouble? He's a typical negative example. Don't learn from him."

“…”

"No, you all are so confident. Aren't you afraid that an evil spirit will really knock on your door in the middle of the night?"

**

"Sir, the situation has been temporarily under control, and public opinion is moving in a relaxed and simple direction. The public generally believes that the Archon has been punished, and his actions should not be elevated to the family level. Although there are still your political enemies who attempt to call for a boycott of the Griffin family, those resistance forces are extremely weak, and our team currently believes that they can be ignored." The young Alpha walked quickly beside Langman Griffin and reported to him in a rapid tone.

"Your brother's experience is regrettable, but according to the report from the Yarple Harbor City Hospital, Mr. O'Casey Griffin's injuries were indeed self-inflicted. Furthermore, his current mental state cannot justify the mistakes he made during his tenure. There is sufficient evidence to show that his illness did not previously affect his ability to recognize and judge things. Therefore..."

"Stop!" Langman Griffin said coldly, "Let Okashi die. I didn't expect him to compete with Igor Sullivan when I threw him to the border. I'm an idiot. I thought that after removing Sullivan's shadow, he would at least learn to grow towards the light. I didn't expect that even if the mountain collapsed, he would find a new way to jump off the cliff. Cultist? Bah, he's worse than an earthworm!"

The reporter next to him pretended not to hear anything: "So, the next step is to give up the investigation or..."

"Are you an idiot too?" Lang Man suddenly turned around and glared at him. "Give up on the investigation? Why should I give up on the investigation? Investigate! No matter who sent O'Casey to the hospital, I will make him go to the intensive care unit and be my brother's roommate until he dies!"

"—Contact the commentators involved in the incident, as well as the two anchors who were at the scene and their teams, and compile the information and hand it over to me."

"Uh, sir, I'm actually only responsible for guiding the direction of online speech and deleting those reports that are unfavorable to you..."

Langman raised the corner of his mouth and gave him a fake smile.

The young man, who was still waiting for his salary this month, shuddered and subconsciously saluted: "Yes! I'll do it right away!"

**

Commentator Nixon Evelyn stared at the screen in front of him, a cigarette in his mouth, his back hunched, and his left hand subconsciously reached into his trouser pocket to take out a lighter.

"This isn't a smoking area, Nixon," his colleague stopped him, as usual. "You're watching the live video again."

"This camera angle change," Nixon mumbled, cigarette butt in his mouth, without looking up, "is really abrupt. Is the person behind the scenes afraid that others won't know what's going on here?"

He was referring to the scene where the camera, originally aimed at O'Casey Griffin's face, suddenly turned 180 degrees and flew away towards the bright rising sun in the east.

"I have a different opinion," said the colleague. "Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing."

"At this point, O'Casey Griffin's speech was still very logical. He knew what he had done and thought he knew what he was about to face." Nixon pointed at the screen and said, "But after the camera flew away, this man went completely crazy. It made no sense at all."

"A murderer who could be so cruel as to kill over 80 people with his own hands, what could possibly scare him like that?"

He dug out the photos and related reports of the previous spacecraft No. 7592E incident, and read them while pinching his chin in thought.

A colleague leaned over the table and said, "I think these two things are closely related. Have you read that interview with contracted anchors Benson Peters and Noyce? It's fresh out of the box. I'll send it to your mobile device."

Nixon flipped through the book and asked, "Well, what do you say?"

"Everyone's thinking is pretty much the same. Two lucky guys, desperate for fame. Everything they said during the interview was completely thoughtless and full of exaggerations. Anyone who believed them would be a fool." A colleague laughed. "It's said that the live broadcast crew was quite far from the central square of Port Alplai, and the dozens-meter-tall statue of O'Casey Griffin had collapsed, completely blocking the view. The staff couldn't see a thing and could only rely on the reactions of the locals in black cloaks to make up their minds."

"But this guy called Noyes mentioned tentacles."

"Yeah, maybe he had a nightmare after seeing the report about the spacecraft incident. Who knows?" The colleague shrugged. "Benson Peters insists he saw nothing and doesn't know how the camera got lost."

Nixon nodded thoughtfully. "They were scared, and they really didn't know anything."

"Who wouldn't be scared... I heard the people who were there were just a bunch of crazy cultists. It was like the end of the world in Dead Rising."

"There are actually two key unresolved points here." Nixon suddenly sat up and pulled a piece of paper from the table and wrote on it. "First, there is a girl whose face is not shown in this video. She claims to be a servant of God. She had a one-on-one conversation with O'Casey Griffin, but after the incident, there was no trace of such a person."

"Secondly, there's Elaine, O'Casey Griffin's former secretary. She appeared before everyone as a witness to her boss's criminal activities, then voluntarily surrendered herself to the police and was imprisoned. Yet, no one knows how she managed to evade O'Casey's pursuit during this time, or why she risked her life to testify in court."

"In fact, there is someone who might be able to explain these two questions."

A colleague asked, “Who are you talking about?”

"Ford Hill," Nixon said, twirling his pen. "The commentator who hasn't said a word since returning from Port Alpert."

The colleague burst out laughing: "Your relationship with him and Igor is really..."

Nixon's expression changed and he interrupted him: "Okay, if there is no important news today, I will go home first--"

"Ahhhh, look at Starnet!" A sudden burst of screams erupted in the office. "The Zerg have sent us a message! They've announced directly on Starnet that they are willing to take responsibility for spacecraft number 7592E and the illegal gathering of cultists in Port Alple!"

"'The object of faith of those cultists you humans are talking about is none other than the Supreme God we have worshipped and obeyed for years. This is a warning from our adversaries: Please cease your irrational pursuits, abandon your exploration of the unknowable and invisible being, and do not attempt to call upon it through special means—otherwise, the consequences will be unbearable for any race in the universe.' That's what the Zerg said!"

"……What did you say?!"

Time goes back to one day ago.

Ford Hill pushed open the door of his property in the town of Keminting, in the suburbs of the capital planet. "This is the only human settlement in the same star system as the capital planet. I apologize for bringing you to this somewhat backward rural area for a temporary stay, but my reputation has become quite 'reputable' lately. To avoid frequent interruptions to your rest by too many strangers, this rural village is the only one that will meet the requirements."

"Ms. Erica's school application is also on schedule. If nothing goes wrong, you should receive a response email from the school within three working days. During this time, Ms. Erica can also visit the primary and secondary schools in Keminting Town to familiarize herself with the campus environment."

"Erica's identity, the local rumors in Port Alple, and her parents and elders have all been arranged." Hugo snapped his fingers. "I've noticed that many people, like us, don't want the heresy to spread too widely. They're also putting pressure on the local media and indigenous people from other angles. So, there's no problem at all. Leave it all to me."

"By the way, the internet speed in Kemingting Town is quite fast."

"After all, it's relatively close to the capital." Ford gave a short laugh, still looking uncomfortable with small talk. "Well, then, I'll take my leave. If you have any questions, you can contact me through my new mobile device."

He turned and hurried away.

Igor closed the gate of the villa with a small garden and turned around to see Azathoth's slightly sleepy expression. "Do you want to sleep and rest now?"