Yet, This Evil God Only Knows How to Draw Cards - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Stealing Fire (III)

Charlie’s reckless attempts were, unsurprisingly, discovered by his family.

This was not strange. After all, Charlie was, in the truest sense, a little “good-for-nothing” who had grown up coddled by his family. Trying to hide something in a household completely controlled by his father, older brother, and sister was, frankly, very difficult.

Not to mention the highly unusual, large-scale withdrawals from his allowance; it looked far too suspicious no matter how one viewed it. His family, who possessed an excessive protective instinct toward him, could not possibly turn a blind eye to such a glaring inconsistency right before their eyes.

They didn’t even need to use much force; a slightly serious tone was all it took for the useless young master to spill everything immediately.

It was hard to describe the inner feelings of the Secard family head, as well as the eldest son and daughter, when they heard that Charlie had simply been goaded by others into trying a completely unreliable ritual from an old book—and had done so without even asking them.

Charlie was given a thorough thrashing; his buttocks were so swollen he could only sleep on his stomach.

“What do we do now?” The eldest son bit his thumb nail, his face showing a look of great anxiety. “Little brother says he has already successfully summoned a deity and even communicated with them…”

No matter how one heard it, it sounded unreliable. His elders, who understood these matters far more deeply than Charlie, knew that this likely meant… the summoning array Charlie had linked to belonged to an Evil God.

An Evil God was not necessarily malicious, but their very existence was a form of harm to fragile humans. Even if the deity had no intention of causing harm, perhaps just a single approach, a breath lighter and more ordinary than usual, would cause terrifying pollution and damage that humans simply could not withstand.

Therefore, the best way to handle it was to stay as far away from those Evil Gods as possible—the further, the better.

But even so, they couldn’t stop the little fool in their family from delivering himself right to an Evil God’s doorstep!

He had even proactively requested to become a believer of the Evil God! Even if one were looking for death, there was no more extreme way to do it.

Looking at this little fool who was more hindrance than help, it was difficult to describe the internal conflict felt by the Secard family head and the older siblings.

The Secard family was a very active force in the politics of the Vilodna Empire. Whether it was the current head or his two eldest children, they were all ruthless characters who made their political rivals get a headache just mentioning them.

Perhaps the world was fair and complementary; with three geniuses already in the family, Charlie—the youngest son, born shortly before Mrs. Secard passed away—received the full devotion and affection of his father and older siblings.

Even a prince of the royal family might not have lived as happily as Charlie.

But now it seemed they had protected their son/brother a bit too well; the boy didn’t even understand what could be done and what could not.

“What do we do, Father?”

Charlie had already had his allowance for the next six months confiscated and was ordered to reflect in his room behind closed doors. Downstairs in the Secard family hall, the three adults gathered, their faces clouded with worry.

No matter how strong the Secard family’s network was, it was limited to the human world. When dealing with a god—especially an Evil God—reasoning simply did not apply.

The eldest Miss Secard gave a bitter smile, her expression suddenly turning sharp.

“Even a god… is not without ways to be pleased. From Little Brother’s description, that noble existence simply has a non-orthodox priesthood, but His personality is not difficult to communicate with.”

“In that case, we will do our best to please Him and offer many treasures. As long as we ensure Little Brother holds a significant position with Him, what does it matter if he is just a ‘wallet’? The god should give Little Brother favorable treatment because of it, right?”

They did not ask for Charlie to be given great importance, power, or authority by the Evil God—after all, whether they would even dare to accept power from an Evil God was another matter—but as long as the other party did not harm Charlie’s life, physical body, or mental safety, it would be a cause for celebration for the Secard family.

The proposal was implemented immediately. Consequently, many other families in the central district of Londinium found that the Secard family seemed to have been suddenly bewitched or lost their minds, as they began to buy up items related to Divine Favor on a large scale, even willing to be taken advantage of as “suckers”… but that is a story for later.

And when Charlie received the subtle warnings from his brother and sister—telling him not to get too close to the god he worshipped, but also not to alienate or offend Him—the young boy, for the first time, felt doubt toward the siblings he had always trusted and obeyed.

Big Brother, Sister, don’t you really think these requirements are a bit too contradictory?!

Events in the central district naturally had nothing to do with Su Yer.

Though they were all in the same Londinium, there were Londiniums and then there were Londiniums. Just as Londinians always believed that everything outside Londinium was the countryside—for the wealthy and noble, anything outside the central district was essentially the same.

This was indeed arrogant, but as the capital of the world’s most prosperous Vilodna Empire, Londinium seemed to possess the right to be so.

For Su Yer, a different kind of trouble had come knocking.

It should have been a very peaceful and ordinary day. Especially after Su Yer found that, once past midnight, his fresh little believer had punctually provided him with 10 Faith points, his happy mood had reached a peak.

Finally! His stagnant Faith points finally had a fixed income!

Don’t look down on these mere ten points; ten days meant 100 points = 1 pull, which meant 3 pulls a month! In three months, rounded up, that was a ten-pull!

That was a ten-pull.

Su Yer, who had not yet pulled many cards and thus hadn’t been beaten down by the terrifying drop rates of the gacha pool, still maintained a very optimistic attitude toward pulling cards.

However, this good mood came to a screeching halt the moment he opened his front door.

Police tape had been put up at his doorstep, and several police officers were standing there, discussing something with serious expressions. Among them, there were also a few people wearing uniforms that clearly did not belong to the police system—black with silver trim—performing an investigation.

Surrounded by the tape and the police was a pool of blood, a very large one on the ground. Perhaps there had been something placed in the middle of the blood, but the police had already moved it, leaving only some scattered traces.

As an Evil God, Su Yer “saw” more within that pool of blood.

It was an incredibly dense emotion left behind by the beast that had committed this evil deed. He had intentionally left this corpse at Su Yer’s doorstep just to show Su Yer his overflowing emotions.

What Su Yer felt from it was actually a thick sense of admiration, extraordinary appreciation, a playful observation, and finally—when all these things merged together—an intense, exclusive, and terrifyingly sharp intent to kill.

This mix of emotions really baffled Su Yer.

If he remembered correctly, this was his first time in Londinium, and he had only been here for barely a week, right?

Thinking back even further, even as the existence known as “Su Yer” truly being born into this world, it couldn’t have been more than a month, right?

So? This kind of emotion, and killing others while harboring such feelings to present fresh lives and red blood as an offering to him… just why did this happen?

Su Yer couldn’t figure it out.

The sound of him opening the door and walking out naturally caught the attention of the nearby police. Or rather, they had already intended to visit the resident of No. 221 later; seeing Su Yer come out on his own saved them a lot of time.

“Hello, are you the resident of No. 221, Mr. Su Yer?” Several police officers walked toward him, one of them asking while looking at the files in his hand.

“Yes, I am.” Su Yer showed a perfect, appropriate smile. “May I ask what happened here?”

The police officers glanced at each other, seemingly considering whether to reveal part of the clues to Su Yer; instead, one of the people in the distinctly different black uniforms looked up and peered over.

“Tell him the truth. Things have reached this point; there’s no need for concealment anymore.” The speaker didn’t look very old, perhaps around 30, but due to his disheveled and unkempt appearance, he possessed a strange air of exhaustion and melancholy. “This is the killer’s ‘crime notice’ to us.”

“The seventh case has occurred, and the eighth victim is about to appear.”

The look he gave Su Yer was filled with a certain sigh and pity.

“He is the eighth prey targeted by the serial killer.”

Su Yer maintained his flawless smile, but in his heart, he slowly formed a question mark.

Huh? What? Who is the prey? Are you talking about me?

For a moment, Su Yer’s internal emotions were complex and bizarre, to the point where he didn’t know what to say.

Please.

Even at my worst, I am still… a god.

With this mix of amusement and bewilderment, Su Yer learned some details of the whole affair from the police.

Auntie Sora had mentioned to him before that a serial killer had appeared in Londinium recently. The person was drifting between several districts of Londinium and had already committed six murders.

The body found in front of Apartment 221 on First Avenue this morning was considered the seventh victim, which meant the serial killer had drifted to First Avenue.

“And, he has chosen you as the prey.”

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