Erica realized something was wrong the moment she regained consciousness.

I must emphasize again that she was by no means an ordinary, normal Omega child. What did most other Omegas do when they were 18? They played with friends, grew up under the protection of their families, went to school, learned basic knowledge and some household chores, and prepared for life after marriage or the job they might even apply for. Only a few would set ambitious goals that were even greater than other Omegas during this time and be fortunate enough to have the support of those around them...

As for Erica, she fought with the big guys in the school in the streets, ran around in the slums to protect herself, formed an alliance with other vulnerable groups, and even had a prototype of a plan to summon evil gods to develop cult followers for offline gatherings.

So when faced with a completely unexpected dangerous situation, Erica was only panicked for a moment at first, but she quickly calmed down and began to try to figure out the whole story.

She was held alone in what was presumably a warehouse, her hands and feet bound but not gagged or blocked. There was no one guarding the warehouse, and the kidnappers who had held Erica there weren't worried she'd break free and escape.

After discovering the kidnappers' negligence, Erica ruled out the possibility that this group of people were coming for the Lord God.

If they knew about the existence of Azathoth, how could they dare to lock people in the warehouse so easily? As a fanatic who has unparalleled trust in Azathoth's abilities, Erica can't imagine that anyone would despise Him.

After ruling out the first option, she began to wonder if this group was targeting Ford Hill or her friend Anne. Of course, if it had been a while ago, the Griffin family would have been a suspect, but now, Terry, the youngest Omega son of the family head, Langman Griffin, avoided her, clearly frightened by the beatings. Influenced by him, the children surrounding the Griffin family also distanced themselves from this demon associated with "Little Saint Anne." Aside from the occasional whispered comment about Erica's future marriage, no one dared to openly hinder her.

Didn’t you see that Langman is now like a firecracker, yelling at everyone he sees, but he let Erica go unharmed?

They also felt that there must be some difficult-to-deal-with force behind Erica that they hadn't discovered.

This result actually made Erica's campus life much purer. Her academic talent gradually emerged, which made many passionate teachers appreciate her talent.

Math teacher Anderson is one of them. The teaching staff of this capital middle school cannot be underestimated. Anderson is one of the talented graduates from prestigious universities who were hired with high salaries. He sees in Erica the shadow of many talented students from the same school.

Although Erica is an Omega, but God is above all, who cares about gender when the facts are in front of us?

Anyway, Anderson was determined to cultivate a new star in mathematics that would attract world attention.

Back to the present, Erica focused her thoughts on commentator Ford and Anne, an important figure in the Vatican, but found that it was impossible to draw a conclusion based on the existing information.

Ford Hill didn't actually know her very well. Mr. Commentator treated the young cultist almost like a precious tribute that needed to be handled with care, with a respectful yet distant attitude, and he wouldn't share his work and life with her. While Anne didn't mind discussing her daily life with Erica, they hadn't known each other for very long, so their communication was limited.

Erica had no choice but to focus on saving herself. The last time she was called to the parents' office was still fresh in her mind. If she could avoid bothering Azathoth, she didn't want to call on the god's name at all.

However, unexpectedly, escaping was incredibly easy. It wasn't because she was so powerful, but because her opponent simply didn't take her seriously.

When Erica pulled out the small knife hidden in the sole of her shoe and cut the tape that bound her hands and feet, rubbed her wrists which were numb from lack of blood due to excessive exertion, and carefully moved towards the door panel to listen to the movements outside, no one still noticed anything wrong.

The kidnappers did leave two people guarding the door, but Erica doubted whether they did this just in case or to take a chance to slack off.

Because the two of them started a picnic in the wilderness without paying attention to anyone else, and even opened two cans of beer - Erica heard the sound of the cans colliding.

"Do you think we can succeed this time?" one of them mumbled, chewing something. "The celebration day is coming soon. The capital is under global martial law, and the military fleet has been deployed several times outside the atmosphere. Even if we successfully extort the treasure from the Vatican, how will we escape?"

"Why bother with so much?" The other kidnapper, probably drunk, spoke with a lisp. "Anyway, someone's here to take care of it for us. Even if we fail, all we'll be charged with is kidnapping a commentator's adopted daughter. So what? We'll still be out in two years, right?"

"She was a friend of little Saint Anne."

"So what? She's just an Omega girl." The big-tongued kidnapper shrugged. "Maybe that Alpha hasn't seen much... or maybe he's tired of other types and suddenly wants to try some local sex. Maybe they'll break up in a couple of days."

"What you said makes sense." Another kidnapper who had no opinion of his own agreed.

Erica listened to their conversation and had a general understanding of the whole incident.

They must be enemies of the Church. They were just trying to get Anne to panic and disrupt the adults' decision-making, or perhaps they were simply trying to slap the Church in the face. In short, this wasn't the main battlefield, and the two people left behind to guard Erica were just two half-hearted fence-sitters.

She felt relieved and dug out a piece of wire from the warehouse waste, along with a crowbar that was three-quarters the size of her arm. Erica swung the crowbar twice, finding the weight acceptable. Then she poked the wire into the keyhole of the old iron lock hanging on the window, trying to make a way for herself.

**

As a member recruited into the Red Line Legion in the past two years, Gresham was actually very confused when he received the order from his superiors to run to another remote farm opposite to the main battlefield of a group of fools who wanted to take a bite out of the Holy See based on false intelligence.

He didn't think anyone would take credit or be singled out, because he was told clearly that this was an order from Agnes Joyce, the current Little Saint Anne. The child's friend had been implicated, kidnapped, and now in the "enemy camp," her life or death uncertain. Moreover, the little girl might be an Omega girl too fragile to withstand such a crisis.

Although he was very reluctant to do this kind of work that could be done by ordinary police, the Holy See would never go against Agnes Joyce on non-important matters. After all, they should be on the same side. So no matter what Gresham himself thought, he still ran to the address given by the unsteady prisoner in the middle of the night around two or three in the morning to try to rescue people.

When he arrived, the legendary frail Omega girl was holding a crowbar she had gotten from somewhere and hitting the kidnapper on the head.

Gresham: “…”

He really wanted to turn around and leave at this moment, but he couldn't.

So an Alpha man who still harbored fantasies about the Omega gender forced a smile, raised his hands and walked over to the girl under her wary gaze, and said as kindly as possible: "I'm from the Vatican. Don't worry, you've been saved."

**

Gresham knew that his words at the time were unconvincing, but shouldn't a normal person - regardless of gender, as long as their beliefs are correct - breathe a sigh of relief, lay down their weapons and thank God in this situation?

However, the girl who claimed to be Anne's friend not only did not relax at that time, but looked even more tense.

Although Erica later explained that this was because she suspected Gresham was an accomplice of the kidnappers who was posing as a Vatican clergyman, there was nothing wrong with this explanation. Although Gresham still felt that something was wrong, he accepted the fact that he did not look friendly.

After all, he was a man who had been on the front line all year round. Even after this unexpected situation was perfectly resolved, his friends teased him for a long time.

"I'm not a vicious monster! I'm just intimidating!"

That was Gresham's only defense.

The next morning, he returned to the city with the little girl he'd 'rescued,' and reporters snapped photos of them, making headlines. However, the Red Line Legion never publicly appeared, so the reports simply described it as a case of concerned citizens offering their assistance. As the victim, Erica's real name and appearance were naturally withheld.

However, Gresham still felt guilty after knowing this.

Because he didn't do anything! The kid just ran away on his own!

"Please don't say that." The Omega girl who had acted so ferocious before pursed her lips and smiled at him. "It would be a great help if you could bring me back to the city."

This way, we don't have to trouble Hugo and the gods! Congratulations!

The more polite she acted, the more guilty Gresham felt. God knew he hadn't cared about this task before. "You really don't want me to take you home?"

"No, thank you," Erica said. "My family is here to pick me up."

Gresham watched her open the door of a black car parked on the side of the road and walk in. She waved to him before closing the door. For a moment, he felt that his admiration for Omegas seemed to have returned.

The scene inside the car was completely different from what he had imagined, where he would hug his parents and cry bitterly.

Erica was very frightened and much more nervous than when she faced the kidnappers.

Azathoth was sitting in the passenger seat, and after Erica closed the car door, he slowly asked, "How does it feel to take a short trip with someone from the Vatican?"