The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle
Chapter 421 - 271 The Search for the Divine Son Event is Underway

Atop a grand skyscraper, in its vast rooftop hall, seven people were seated.

The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows mirrored the entire city's silhouette.

These seven, reclining comfortably on sofas and savoring red wine, were recognizable to anyone who might have been there – they were the revered Saviors of the world, the seven mightiest Superpower Users of the Superpower Association.

This was their meeting place.

"Bang!"

The collision of a wine bottle with the tabletop produced a crisp sound.

"Cheers."

The tattoo-covered Bald man let out a sardonic snicker.

"Let's celebrate... and thank that existence for giving us the chance to step into a higher sequence."

The others shared a subtle smile as they drank their wine, which was as red as blood, in a single gulp.

"This world should not fall into the hands of the former losers. The truly capable should possess it and make it evident."

"Past beliefs are all nonsense."

"We are the true masters of this world."

The seven most powerful Superhumans, faces alight with mirth, their eyes filled with malice and unlike the gentle demeanor on billboards, at this moment, each of them held a scornful view of the multitudes, looking down upon countless ordinary people as mere playthings.

"This is also the first step for us to re-enter the Present World; after all, we have been asleep for far too long."

And the blond man suddenly paused:

"The Priest has arrived."

Everyone tensed slightly, setting down their wineglasses, each rising to their feet, their faces losing their former expressions, replaced by a degree of wariness and fear.

At this moment.

Their gazes did not turn toward the entrance of the skyscraper but slowly shifted outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A ripple started to disturb the air.

Then.

A gaunt figure was slowly revealing itself.

This figure... frightfully emaciated, with ghastly wrinkles crisscrossing an ancient, white-haired visage, skin clinging to bone as if it were encased, exuding an extremely feeble breath of life as if it were to collapse the next moment.

Of course.

This shadow also sat in a wheelchair, with an IV hooked up, the liquid being infused seemingly identical to the DX-515 Potions.

"Priest."

The crowd addressed him with great respect.

The White-haired Elder slightly lifted his turbid eyes, his voice, raspy as sandpaper, reaching everyone's ears: "Sit down."

All seven shuddered and naturally did not dare to sit back on the sofas but instead hurried to pull out chairs next to the conference table.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The White-haired Elder let out a series of painful coughs, his body seeming as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Yet his wheelchair continued to inch forward to the front of the table.

"Now, report to me about the current matters."

Everyone immediately paused before starting to report each event one by one.

After all, the Priest's physical condition was visibly weak and critical, most of the time spent in slumber, emerging only occasionally.

Of course.

One must never assume the Priest's strength based on his physical state; all of God's believers followed the same path of God's sequence. The body accounted for only 1% of strength, while ability made up the remaining 99%.

Moreover, everything they currently had — status, ability — had been given by this elderly figure.

The crowd began to report earnestly, treating each matter with utmost seriousness.

Apart from the standard operations of the Superpower Association, which kept Darkness well concealed.

They knew very well what the Priest wanted to hear most.

"DX-515 has made significant progress, and that Chaotic entity we traded with the elder is almost successfully transformed."

"That liquid is extraordinarily terrifying; it can fuse with any living being to form a Symbiont... including active cells, and is even capable of constant transfer and evolution, possessing a fearsome Healing ability. This is exactly what everyone in this world lacks."

"Of course, if it's the true Chaotic, the cost is either to become a Monster without self-awareness or to become what the elder spoke of... Ghostly Chaos Followers."

"In any case, Priest, please rest assured, the DX-515 Potion will likely produce a nearly flawless finished product within the next few days."

None wanted to become Ghostly Chaos Followers or Monsters; their physical bodies had always been everyone's weakness, which is why they aimed to develop the DX-515 Potions.

Maintaining even a third of their strength, significantly reducing the Potion's inherent costs, even if it meant using countless kin from the same world, descendants of numerous years, as test subjects, they resolved to succeed.

In doing so.

They could not only transform everyone's weaknesses,

But the Priest before them could also rely on this to fully recover and take complete control of the world, striking a deal with the Abyss Church and stealing the power left by God, splitting the inheritance seventy-thirty. Even if they only had thirty percent, it was still a vast and terrifying force!

With this, they could formally join the Abyss Church, secure in their position amidst chaos, destined for high ranks in the future!!

"So... where is my old partner?" the elder inquired softly.

The group hesitated.

The "old partner" referred to one of God's two Priest who operated in the shadows – the secret X-organization.

"They're well hidden, but we have clues, and with the high-ranking A-team of the Superpower Association being ours, we simply await the opportunity to utterly eradicate these remnants! And they are certainly no match for us!"

The White-haired Elder gazed profoundly at the City: "Poor loyalists, gasping for breath in some dark corner."

"They do not understand the changes of the times at all."

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