Chapter 380 Origin (4000)
Exposed!
Rosenberg's head buzzed and he instantly woke up. Then he realized that there was no such student in his major!
How could I open the door to a stranger!?
Besides, how did he know that I was the "tyrant" of the Quanzhi Society!?
"Surprised?" The young man of Asian descent smiled mischievously. "Indeed, I was surprised too. I originally thought that you, a tenured professor at Louis University, would be the 'Great Sage' of the Omniscience Society, but I didn't expect you to be the infamous 'Tyrant'."
Rosenberg remained calm, frowning slightly. "What nonsense are you talking about? What Omniscience Society? What violence..."
Rosenberg had just said half of his words when he suddenly bent back and jumped with a reaction and agility that was completely inconsistent with his age. His feet made a harsh sliding sound on the floor, and he widened the distance between himself and the Yak youth.
His hand slid to his waist almost subconsciously, and his fingertips instantly hooked the buckle of the hidden holster. With a flip of his wrist, a SIG Sauer P365 appeared in his palm.
The first shot was fired the moment the muzzle was raised, and the bullet tore through the quiet space with a hint of scorching air.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he pulled his arm back slightly to cushion the recoil, and with blinding speed, he squeezed the trigger again. The second and third shots burst from the chamber, and the muzzle spurted out in succession.
Rosenberg, who was in his sixties, moved like a well-oiled machine, agile and precise. There was not a single unnecessary delay in the whole process. His sharp eyes were locked on the chest of the young man of Asian descent, ensuring that every bullet would pose a fatal threat.
At the same time, he lowered his body slightly and bent his knees slightly to allow him to dodge quickly if the enemy counterattacked.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the shock of the sound seemed to still echo in his ears. Rosenberg's pistol had already returned to the shooting posture in front of his chest, and his eyes still maintained calm and vigilance.
The opponent was only wearing a T-shirt, and it was obvious that he was not wearing a bulletproof vest. Although he was confident enough in his shooting skills, he still chose to shoot the torso where the shooting area was larger.
Firstly, it was for insurance purposes, and secondly, he also wanted to find out when the other party was seriously injured how the other party knew that he was the "tyrant" of the Quanzhi Society.
The moment Rosenberg retreated, he fired three shots in succession, and smoke filled the muzzle.
?
We only fired three shots, why is there so much smoke around?
No! It's not smoke! It's thick fog!
All I could see was gray fog, and visibility was less than three meters.
What the hell is this place!?
Even though Rosenberg was one of the few people who had truly seen the mysterious side of this world, he couldn't help but look a little frightened at this moment.
Edgar Rosenberg looked around cautiously, but could not see the figure of the young man of Asian descent.
Has he been shot dead?
So what’s going on now?!
A damp spot appeared on Edgar Rosenberg's forehead.
"Are you looking for me, Mr. Tyrant?"
Rosenberg felt his eyes blur, and the young man of Asian descent appeared in front of him less than fifty centimeters away like a ghost, looking at him with a smile.
Damn it!
He must have been hit just now! How come he's not dead?
What the hell is he!?
In horror, Rosenberg raised his arm slightly and raised the P365 micro pistol again. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw the strange Ya'er blocking the muzzle of the SIG Sauer P365 with his fingers.
Have you read too much pseudoscience? Do you think you can stop a bullet by blocking the muzzle with your finger?
Rosenberg pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"bang!"
The SIG Sauer P365 exploded in Rosenberg's hand, blowing off Rosenberg's right index finger!
"Well!"
Edgar Rosenberg was worthy of being the tyrant of the Omniscient Society. Even though his finger was blown off, he didn't even scream, but just groaned.
"Who the hell are you? What the hell do you want to do?!"
Edgar Rosenberg covered his severely injured right hand, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably due to the pain, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.
"I have no interest in your Omniscience Society, Mr. Tyrant." The young man of Asian descent smiled slightly. "You can call me ASF."
ASF!
The expression on Edgar Rosenberg's face changed slightly.
The ASF that single-handedly destroyed Absterne's Devil's Island, killed the Emanuel brothers, exposed their crimes to the world over the UN, and made the position of the Jude people in this world precarious again!
No wonder the whole world can’t find out who this person is!
Is it possible that besides the Omniscient Society, there really is a second mysterious force in this world?
No, it's impossible, otherwise the Omniscient Society would not have never heard of the name of this force for hundreds of years.
After the outbreak of the "Devil's Island Incident", the All-Knowing Society used all its resources to search for information about the mysterious ASF, but never found anything.
Unexpectedly, it was the young man of Ya ethnicity standing in front of him!
No, maybe this is just an appearance...
At this point, Edgar Rosenberg no longer denied his status as a high-ranking member of the Omniscience Society. He gritted his teeth and said, "What on earth do you want to do? Where is this place? How did you find me?!"
Fang Yu shrugged and smiled easily: "Relax, Mr. Tyrant, I just want to ask you, where is the 'Origin'? What is it?"
Edgar Rosenberg's face really changed color for the first time: "How do you know 'Original'? Who are you?!"
"Now I'm asking you, not you asking me." Fang Yu grabbed Edgar Rosenberg's neck and held him in his hand, considering whether to use the Charm Human on him to make him confess.
Edgar Rosenberg retched twice after being pinched, and then a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face: "ASF, do you know that you have made a fatal mistake?"
Fang Yu has a black question mark face.
"That is... you shouldn't be so close to me!"
As he spoke, a faint black aura appeared on Edgar Rosenberg's face, and his eyes became pitch black, as if there were no whites in his eyes at all. Two small whirlpools suddenly appeared where his pupils should have been!
A strange wave emanated from Edgar Rosenberg's eyes: "Are you ready to fall into the endless abyss? ASF?"
Edgar Rosenberg smiled a ferocious yet confident smile: "Experience this boundless fear!"
In a blink of an eye.
“Bang!”
Edgar Rosenberg covered his left cheek in disbelief. "You're not being controlled!? This is impossible. This is real..."
"What are you talking about? What is it?!" Fang Yu slapped him on the right cheek without any hesitation. "It's just a weakened version of the Eye of Fear. Where did you learn that? Let me see... Hmm... It turns out to be here..."
With a "swish", Fang Yu tore open Edgar Rosenberg's shirt and vest, revealing a fist-sized black flesh cocoon that looked like a Zerg building hatching in StarCraft, clinging to Rosenberg's chest and beating like a heart.
The edge of the black cocoon was completely integrated with Rosenberg's chest, and countless black threads like tree roots were faintly visible in the skin under Rosenberg's chest.
"Is this the source of your power from 'Origin'?" Fang Yu touched this thing with his hand curiously. This thing seemed to have a nerve structure as well. After being touched, it jumped violently a few times. Rosenberg couldn't help but show a look of pain on his face, which looked much more painful than when his finger was blown off just now.
The day before yesterday, Fang Yu teleported to Xingang after leaving Da Mimi's home in Guangqu Jinmao Mansion. With the help of Youzi's positioning, he easily found the stylist Qi Chenghao who was smoking weed with a few people in a tattoo studio.
Qi Chenghao is quite famous in Singapore. He is not a hairstylist, but a stylist. He is the stylist of many big-name stars and he also has his own fashion brand called Urban Reign (don't search, it's made up).
Fang Yu was too lazy to play the cat-and-mouse game with Qi Chenghao, who was at the kindergarten level. He just used a charming human to make him betray his superior, Ethan Weatherford from the Ang country.
According to the six degrees of separation rule, any two people in the world who do not know each other can establish a connection through at most six intermediaries.
In other words, even the connection between a hunter from an African tribe and the president of Miami would require at most six intermediaries, not to mention an organization with a clear organizational structure.
The Quanzhi Society is a secret organization, but it is still an organization, and it obviously does not need to find six people.
Ethan Weatherford, who is a "Blue Priest" among the Freemasons, can directly contact the "King" Keigo Tano and the "Mage" Simon Ostergaard who are in charge of the Dongya area.
The two men's public identities are one is the executive vice president of Yotsuba Shoji based in Edo, and the other is the head of Mairensha based in Xingang.
From these two people, Fang Yu obtained the highest-level information of the "Trinity" of Quanzhi Society.
The other two top executives, "King of Kings" Philip Wagner, are in Schwyz, and "Great Sage" Aaron Azri is in Tel Aviv. Only "Tyrant" Edgar Rosenberg is in Miami.
Of course, as senior executives of the Omniscience Society, Philip Wagner and Yaron Azri also revealed a lot of top-secret information of the Omniscience Society that would never be posted on the Internet.
The "King" and the "Master" are already the real high-level leaders of the Omniscient Society. According to their confessions, the Omniscient Society really has mysterious powers.
The source of the mysterious power is "Origin."
As for what the "original" is, they don't know either.
They only know that only the three highest-ranking members of the Trinity can obtain the "Original" gift and bestow upon them the mysterious power that does not belong to this world.
So this is what the so-called origin is.
With the help of identification technology, Fang Yu immediately knew what was attached to Rosenberg.
But how did this thing get to Blue Star?
After the Great Destruction, this thing can no longer be seen in the current main plane. Even the legend of this thing scaring children in the Great Arcane Age no longer exists in the main plane.
How could there be one on Blue Star?
That's strange.
Fang Yu grabbed Rosenberg's neck with one hand and the black cocoon with the other, pulling it out seemingly with ease.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
Rosenberg's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, but Fang Yu was not moved at all. With a little force, Fang Yu pulled out a ball of flesh covered with several meters long black flesh whiskers from Rosenberg's chest.
The whiskers kept twisting and dancing, as if trying to break free from Fang Yu's hands.
Judging from the length of the whiskers, this thing has almost completely merged with Rosenberg.
A fist-sized blood hole was left on Rosenberg's chest. The bone was completely gone where the sternum was originally. Rosenberg, who had lost his black flesh, was like a deflated ball. Not only did his body begin to shrink rapidly, but his eyes also lost their original luster. It was obvious that he was dying.
Fang Yu casually threw out two "Healing Spells" and "Purification Spells", and at the same time a white flame ignited in his left hand. In an instant, the black meat ball in his left hand, along with its tendrils, turned into ashes.
Rosenberg cannot die until the real body of this thing is found.
Information about "Original" has never appeared on the Internet. If this guy died now, it would add some workload.
"You, who are you...?" Rosenberg, who had recovered a little, looked at Fang Yu with empty eyes. He never expected that the mysterious power bestowed by "Origin" would have no effect on the young man of Ya'an in front of him.
You know, ever since he succeeded the "Tyrant", he has been able to do everything with the ability of "Original Fear". He even feels that if he doesn't have to hide his identity, he can even rule the world with this ability!
"Don't worry about who I am. Tell me, where is this origin you are talking about?" Fang Yu said impatiently.
It's so annoying. Please solve it quickly because I still have to go to the Infiltrate.
"You, you can't possibly defeat the Original..." Rosenberg spat out blood from the corner of his mouth, his face turning an abnormally bright red. "The Original is the origin of this world, it is..."
"That's bullshit! Forget it, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
Hearing Fang Yu's words, Rosenberg was stunned. You're not going to ask anymore? Just as he had this doubt, he saw Fang Yu's pupils seemed to condense slightly.
"Originally, it was..."
Rosenberg couldn't help but say the original location, and then his body was ignited by a layer of white flames, and almost in the blink of an eye, it turned into ashes.
"Gotham?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Fang Yu's eyes.
Never mind, let’s go to Gotham first. If everything goes well, we should be able to return to Los Santos before 10 o’clock in the evening.
The gray mist around them suddenly disappeared, and the welcoming world that had originally lost its color suddenly became colorful. It was still Rosenberg's home.
Fang Yu's figure flashed and disappeared immediately.
Kindergarten Chapter 2:
When my son came back that day, I asked him if he had played with C today and if he had given C a gift. My son said no, but A said she wanted one, so I gave it to her.
I sighed and said, baby, A will not like you like this. You can only give the gift to C and let A see it, then A will like you.
But my son still didn’t understand. I knew that this wasn’t going to work, so I decided I had to go myself. So the next afternoon when I went to pick him up from kindergarten, I brought a small Princess Elsa doll.
For families with boys, it is best to prepare more small toys such as Frozen, StellaLou, Chloromie, and Lingna Belle, and let the son give them to the little girl.
These things are not expensive, the genuine ones are only a few dozen dollars.
When school was over, we parents lined up at the kindergarten gate. I deliberately lined up with C's father, and A's grandmother was closer to the front.
After I picked up my son, A, who had come out first, was clamoring for her grandma to buy her some candied haws. C was right next to him. I said to my son, "Hey? That kid next to you is C, right? Didn't you tell Dad that C was your best friend in kindergarten? Why don't you give your best friend a small gift?"
My son blinked and was about to say my best friend is A, but before he could say anything, I gave Princess Elsa to C.
C's father quickly said no, no, I said it's okay, take it, take it. Little girl C was also very well-mannered and said uncle, I don't want it. I said this is not a gift from uncle, it is given to you by xxx.
At this time, A was watching from the side, and his expression changed.
There is not enough space, I will continue tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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