They were excited, satisfied, and even crazed...

　　……

　　……

　　And as this miraculous scene unfolded, William Carter, sitting in the corner, gradually became expressionless.

　　He was neither surprised nor moved by the abundance of life he witnessed, nor did he pay any attention to the believers who were ecstatic from the surging life energy. In his eyes, all he saw were rotting flowers, blooming in defiance of all reason.

　　Like puppets, already tied to strings, yet believing themselves alive, wild with joy.

　　After a slight sigh, William Carter silently took out his tablet and began to record: "First type of danger discovered."

　　"Nature: Life Demon"

　　"Level: D"

　　"One advanced demon-infected individual found, four intermediate infected, and low-level infected..."

　　He paused, glanced at the frenzied crowd, and continued recording: "...all of them."

　　"Resolution plan..."

　　Looking at the last required field in the electronic report, William Carter thought for a moment and carefully entered:

　　"...Strictly follow Foundation execution training protocols, and offer friendly persuasion and guidance to those good people who have gone astray!"

　　"......"

　　Putting away the tablet, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

　　Then, from the gun case behind him, he took out two guns one after the other, carefully inspected them, and then began checking the bullets.

　　The little yellow things emitted a cute glow.

　　The red bullet tips, as thick as a thumb, gave a strong sense of security just by looking at them.

　　With a gentle smile, William Carter carefully checked the bullets, then reloaded the magazine and chambered a round.

　　Rising calmly, in this air filled with the scent of alcohol, perfume, and a certain rotten seafood smell, he roughly squeezed through the frenzied crowd, checked if there was a back door on this floor, and then carefully locked it with a chain.

　　Returning to the hall, he slammed his fist onto the nearby light switch and gripped his gun tightly.

　　Persuading people to do good and such—he liked that the most.

Chapter 3 Life Demon

　　"Bang, shakalaka..."

　　The pale lights came on, illuminating the bar in a blinding white, breaking the madness that had been rising in the darkness.

　　The pounding music still echoed in their ears, but the sudden lights caused intense discomfort among the crowd. Who knows how many heads were bobbing in the bar; after a long moment, they finally snapped out of their frenzy, adapted to the harsh lights, and turned to look around, their eyes landing on William Carter, whose hand was slowly withdrawing from the circuit breaker.

　　In their view appeared an unfamiliar face.

　　He looked young, only about eighteen or nineteen, but carried a calm and seasoned air.

　　He quickly flashed an unclear ID at the crowd, waved it casually, and then put it away even faster.

　　"Everyone, sorry to disturb you."

　　A professional smile appeared on William Carter's face, and he spoke politely: "I'm from the Department of Supernatural Affairs Investigation."

　　"You worship demonic powers and have caused the spread of demon factors, which is classified as a type one dangerous activity strictly prohibited by the Administration."

　　"...So, please line up and come with me for investigation, all right?"

　　"......"

　　"Investigation Department?"

　　Before William Carter could finish, the people present were shocked.

　　Then, who knows how many people showed a hint of fear, their eyes instinctively glancing at the gothic man on stage.

　　Some wondered: Didn't Mr. DJ have everything under control?

　　Others wondered: What does the Investigation Department do?

　　Amid all these questioning looks, the gothic man suddenly snapped to attention, first glancing quickly at the elevator entrance—no suspicious figures there—then scanning the surveillance screens; nothing unusual outside either.

　　Though he didn't know how William Carter had gotten in, he quickly regained his composure, put on a smile, and said:

　　"Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

　　"......"

　　He spoke very politely, his tone gentle.

　　But soon, the people in front of the dance floor reacted, squeezing inward to shield the statue of the goddess of life behind them, while the DJ's voice continued softly: "We worship one of the twelve main gods who governs the power of life: the Goddess of Life. She was born from the boundless sea of spirit, bringing life and health to this world, and also bringing us comfort in our hearts..."

　　"It is she who helps us heal sickness, mend wounds, and she who guides us lost lambs toward..."

　　"......"

　　In the DJ's gentle tone, many people around gradually became entranced, a sense of devotion rising within them. The initial panic from the outsider's interruption was slowly fading, and the shame of having their inappropriate behavior discovered was quickly dissipating...

　　William Carter wore an expression of attentive listening, but his right hand impatiently rose.

　　He was holding a gun.

　　The gun was old-fashioned, with a large barrel, even a bit rusty, exuding a rugged aura like a hot-tempered tough guy.

　　Then William Carter simply pulled the trigger.

　　"BANG!"