Chapter 558 Strange Digestion Progress
Chapter 558 Strange Digestion Progress
The next day, Lanqiao, Twilight District.
Chloe continued to live discreetly in Captain Sean's hotel, her life unchanged except that there was no longer a corrupt-legged receptionist as Captain, and unfamiliar faces came and went, making it seem mysterious.
Similarly, the hotel is no longer open to the public, and the current front desk is Chloe's desk.
By this time, a number of faces had gathered in the hotel lobby.
Most of them were from the Southern Continent, but the leader was a person from the Northern Continent.
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He had red hair and a handsome face, but still retained a touch of childishness, and was clearly not that old.
Good morning, sir.
Upon first meeting Chloe, the red-haired boy respectfully saluted her:
"Today's training exercise is shooting and basic tactics. Please give your instructions!"
Standard military terminology, very formal and methodical—just like when we first met.
As expected of the Medici family.
Chloe chuckled inwardly, then looked past him at the crowd gathered in the hall.
They each carried a rifle on their backs, but they were crooked and unskilled, clearly having just started using it.
They were the armed forces Chloe had assembled herself.
She carefully considered her words and said:
"Sometimes the change of roles is so sudden. Perhaps some people are unwilling, but when you step into the city of Lanqiao, you have no way to retreat. You must pick up swords and guns and become a warrior."
"Everyone here is here because of the Aurora Society and because of the infringement of the true Creator. I have only solved your superficial problems. The root of the problem, the common enemy, has taken root and grown stronger in this city and even in the entire East Bailang region."
"The situation has reached a critical point, yet the armies and churches of the Northern Continent are unwilling to take responsibility and are only trying to evade it. If no one steps forward, the power of the Aurora Society and the True Creator will expand further, and your experience will be repeated on your friends and family, right around you."
"So we are the last line of defense for those around us against cultists."
"Our task is arduous; but our mission is glorious."
Chloe paused, looking at the silent queue. Watching their faces shift in uncertainty—perhaps hesitant, perhaps fearful—she sighed softly.
In Tangara, Chloe expressed her intention to go to Lan Bridge to Sergeant David. This news got out and became the only clue after Chloe, the "plastic surgery expert," left.
In East Bayon, there are many pitiful people who have been poisoned by "Mr. Z" and whose faces no longer belong to them, but who can prove their purity and piety. They all stare at the little hope that can make them normal and come to Lanqiao with the feeling of pilgrimage.
They also went through a lot of hardships, and were even captured by the rulers of Lanqiao, almost being executed and losing their lives. Finally, things took a turn for the better.
Just yesterday, Chloe, following established methods, restored all the victims to their original appearances within the hotel.
She received no pay, but had only one requirement: that they serve under her.
The instructors sent by Medici had arrived—all acquaintances of Chloe's: the middle-aged man who had received her in the caves of Bansie Port in the mountains, and two young men, Inovan Medici, Charles Medici, and Nien Medici.
In addition, the first batch of arms from Intis, escorted by the "Rotten Sailboat" team through the raging sea via Farin Harbor, will arrive in a short time.
With less than two weeks until the day "Mr. Z" makes his announcement, we must take advantage of this time to prepare ourselves.
Taking advantage of the pause, Chloe glanced at her first group of men again and chuckled softly:
"My words are grand, but in reality, they are quite small when they fall on your shoulders."
"Let me state this fact first—after resolving the Aurora Society's troubles, the city of Lanqiao will no longer be under the jurisdiction of the Nash family, and I, and my army, will gain actual ruling power."
"So, what do you think your identities will be?"
The hall was completely silent—these people from impoverished families had long lost their motivation to improve themselves, and felt that they were serving in the military and had to give their lives to the expert who treated them as a form of repayment.
Nien Medici, who was acting as their instructor, chuckled softly as he looked at their numb expressions:
"Our army will number in the tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. Although you only have a few dozen, you are just the beginning, the initial force. Don't you understand? I alone cannot train an army of hundreds of thousands. I still need you to learn."
"Once it's done, you'll be officers! The military officers you yourselves talk about!"
Finally, upon hearing these words, Chloe's men's eyes lit up.
"Bring your families to Lanqiao, bring them to a city life of their own." Chloe chuckled, offering them hope for a new life. "I'll pay for it—by the way, serving under me will guarantee you a full salary."
She paused, gave Nien Medici a look, and said:
"But all of this is predicated on the premise that you have the necessary qualifications, can learn real skills from your instructors, and are capable of fulfilling the corresponding responsibilities. Alright, let's go, whether for justice, for honor, or for a better life."
"salute!"
Nien Medici shouted and gave Chloe a standard military salute, and the rest of the group slowly raised their arms in imitation.
However, Nien didn't care, after all, this was a team that had only been formed for less than half a day. He pushed open the door and led everyone away from the hotel where they were staying, or rather, the military camp now.
Two other Medici family members are currently surveying the local military system in Lanqiao, preparing for the next step of fully taking over the armed forces that have traditionally been loyal to the Nash family.
The hotel was empty again.
Now, only one thing remains—
After staring blankly at the clock on the opposite wall for half an hour, Chloe finally saw the scene and sound she expected.
That was a magnificent palace above the boundless gray fog, and a grand figure seated at the head of a long bronze table:
",."
"Prepare for the bestowal ceremony."
As the deep red before her eyes dissipated, Chloe suddenly felt a sense of relief, and the potion's digestion rate visibly accelerated.
She blinked in confusion.
Huh?
What just happened that caused so much of the potion to be digested?
Shaking her head to dispel her confusion, Chloe proceeded with the ceremony as usual and received a thick stack of magazines and newspapers.
Chloe's eyes immediately fell on the headline of the Tasok newspaper:
"The red-haired man has repeatedly crossed the moral line of a writer!"
"Religious figures are calling for a ban on red-haired characters: They argue that maliciously guiding readers into the protagonist's perspective, forcing them to helplessly watch their loved ones be increasingly defiled and insulted, ending in the worst possible outcome, has generated a great deal of intense negative emotion among readers and may contribute to the growth of blasphemous forces."
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Chapter 559 That Damn Red-Haired Man
Chapter 559 That Damn Red-Haired Man
Newspapers and magazines were filled with criticisms of the writer "Red-haired Man's" new work.
Chloe wrote the novel, *A World Full of Crisis and My Childhood Friend*, during a short trip.
The first half of the story follows a young man from a small town and a beautiful girl he grew up with, who fall in love, embark on a sweet romance, and are about to get married.
The novel devotes considerable space to depicting the deep affection and sweet interactions between the protagonist and the female lead. Then, without warning, a group of robbers raids their convoy, and everything changes after that.
The female protagonist is humiliated and abused by the robbers, but the male protagonist, forced by force, can only submit to the robbers and watch helplessly as his lover is forced to submit to a group of thugs, handing over all her money. He is humiliated but powerless to stop the robbers from leaving his tattered lover behind.
The two had sold all their possessions in town, hoping to move to the city. After losing everything, the male protagonist fell into despair. However, their love continued, but the following plot involves the female protagonist using her body to give the male protagonist a chance to start over, or perhaps it's a series of traps.
The protagonist can only get a delay in paying his debts by selling his body for a job and a place to live, and by constantly begging the loan shark under his lover's body. He can only silently endure all of this, working from dawn till dusk every day, but he is burdened with more and more debts, causing his lover more and more harm, and crying silently in a corner.
One day, a group of human traffickers kidnapped the female protagonist, and after toying with her, they disappeared without a trace. The life the protagonist had been struggling to maintain and her dream of living a better life in the big city with her lover were finally shattered.
The story ends with the protagonist choosing to end his life on a night with a bright red moon, while in an underground brothel in a corner of the city, the girl who was his childhood sweetheart continues to be humiliated, sobbing softly and calling out her lover's name.
From the perspective of a novel, it is completely incoherent and nonsensical.
Newspapers and magazines criticized the writer "Red Hair" for his actions, writing out their criticisms with great passion, critiquing the plot of the work point by point, their pain evident in every word.
Even the two previous highly successful novels by "The Red-haired Man" were affected. Due to the author's actions, the theatrical adaptations of the two novels were met with poor receptions. The Backlund Theatre even issued a statement condemning the work and stating that it would never again give "The Red-haired Man" any seats.
Even prominent figures from the business, political, and religious circles have jointly petitioned for a ban on all of the red-haired man's works, demanding that they be stopped from being published or printed.
Looking at these articles and the readers' curses at her, Chloe was not angry at all; in fact, the corners of her mouth even curled up slightly.
The suffering of others has been transformed into the absorption of the potion, and then into an irrepressible joy for Chloe herself.
In short, the more others suffer, the happier Chloe is.
As for the part that causes him pain?
Chloe experienced that endless test in Morola while writing this novel.
Chloe now estimates that she has digested more than 90% of the "Pain" potion, with only a little left. She just needs to find another opportunity to make someone else "painful".
This progress far exceeded her own expectations—thanks in no small part to the inexplicable digestion she experienced when she received the message from Mr. Fool.
So why is that?
Chloe was completely baffled, so she wrapped newspapers and magazines in cobwebs and threw them all into the fireplace.
Bayam, Roside Islands.
In the manager's office on the third floor of the "Golden Water Lily" building, a smartly dressed woman adjusted her glasses and gently pushed out a gift box:
"Please accept this fine thin-glazed porcelain tea set from Backlund as a memento of our collaboration."
Manager Chuink did not refuse, and thoughtfully placed the gift box on one side of the table:
"Miss, you mentioned our cooperation—I don't recall ever seeing you before?"
"Yes, we haven't met before," the visiting woman said calmly. "I'm here on behalf of my employer, Miss Chloe Faucon. I'm her secretary, Berenzen, and I'm currently taking stock of all her assets. At the beginning of the year, Miss Chloe, using the pen name 'The Red-Haired One,' commissioned you to publish a novel and requested that you transfer the proceeds held on her behalf to a designated account."
As she spoke, Berenzen took out a rag doll.
The doll that was still kept in Chuink's safe, capable of protecting him from one instance of dark magic, was exactly the same as Chloe's work. "I see." He quickly believed Berenzen's explanation and didn't waste much time finding the documents behind his desk and completing the handover procedures. "Uh, it's like this, we didn't have a contract in place, so whatever we can offer, we'll transfer 30% of the profits, is that alright?"
Berentzen adjusted his glasses and spoke fluently without the slightest hesitation:
"According to the Intellectual Property Protection Act, if my employer has sufficient evidence to prove that the novel is owned by an illegal publisher, he has the right to request the court to recover all the illegal proceeds of the illegal publisher."
"The current situation is that Ms. Chloe Faucon initially didn't focus on publishing profits, nor did she agree to a profit-sharing arrangement with you. Of course, she probably doesn't care too much about the compensation she's entitled to now either. But as her secretary, I have a responsibility to recover all her current assets. The specific profit amount can be determined by you. However, the financial statements will ultimately be handed over to Ms. Chloe Faucon." Chuink's expression twisted upon hearing this, but remembering Ms. Chloe's terrifying fighting spirit at the time, he ultimately swallowed hard and adopted Berenzen's suggestion:
"Please wait for me for a while. I will communicate with the chairman and suggest setting the revenue share at 40%, along with a series of revenue details including the adaptation licensing."
Berenzen nodded:
"On behalf of Chloe, I would like to thank you for keeping it safe during this time."
Chuink stood up and shook hands with Berenzen. He was about to go find his boss, Tomac, when he suddenly remembered something and stopped, looking strange.
"What's wrong, Manager Chuink?" Berenzen asked, puzzled.
"Well, did you know that your employer recently published a novel—which has been quite controversial in society?" Chuink said hesitantly.
"I know." Berenzen had obviously also read "A World Full of Crisis and My Childhood Friend", and his calm expression couldn't be maintained, becoming somewhat distorted.
Chuink first led Berenzen to a room, took out some packages, and said:
"Well, her readers reacted quite strongly, sending some packages, saying they were for the author, Red Hair."
Upon hearing this, Berenzen immediately took it, after all, it belonged to Miss Chloe:
"What are all these?"
"—As far as I know, blades."
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