Twisted Dreams-Chapter 257 - 224: New Talent
South Sea, Demon Club.
In the ballroom, Demon members paired up, swaying gently in the hall.
This is ballroom dance.
Unlike those classes costing a few dozen bucks, where lonely men and women use dance as a pretext for seeking excitement, this is different.
This is a true ballroom dance.
The dance is just a medium, they use the guise of dancing to quickly deepen their acquaintance.
They are like flirtatious couples.
Clearly knowing that each of them has their own agenda, yet still willing to accompany the other for a dance.
Because they, themselves, also have something they desire.
A dance worth a fortune.
Li Yang stood alone on the topmost balcony, looking down at the demons in the ballroom.
He held a glass of red wine in his left hand and a cigarette in his right.
A gentle breeze blew by, scattering the smoke and tousling his hair.
The dance floor at the Emperor Nightclub, open to the public, is seen as a place for mere mortals by those demon capitalists.
They stand high above, looking down on and lamenting the common folk.
And to Li Yang, those demon capitalists are just slightly more powerful mortals.
The Demon Club is like a cultivation game, growing from weak to strong, now it is his capital and aid.
Arcane information suddenly flooded into Li Yang's mind.
[Advancement: Tier Five!]
[Awakening new talent: Divine Descent.]
[Divine Descent, one: The Death God can expend Spiritual Power to descend next to any demon who sincerely calls upon him.]
[Divine Descent, two: Demons or believers can perform a ritual and use offerings to request the descent of the Death God.]
[When demons or believers perform a ritual, the Death God does not need to expend Spiritual Power and can obtain the offerings.]
A slight smile appeared on Li Yang's lips.
Reaching Tier Five, although still lacking offensive talents, he quite liked this spell akin to a space-type magic.
In terms of combat power, Li Yang isn't weak either.
He not only has an Undead Army but also the Hell Spell.
The Hell Spell, in some aspects, can simulate any magic and transform it into a version exclusive to the Hell Death God.
Behind Li Yang came a ripple of Spiritual Power.
He didn't turn around, quietly smoking.
Chen Yuqi appeared behind Li Yang, kneeling on one knee:
"Master."
Li Yang flicked the ash from his cigarette:
"Something up?"
Chen Yuqi said:
"I'm catching a flight to Huaqi tonight and wanted to say goodbye."
Li Yang looked at the nobles in the dance floor and said:
"Not going down to join the excitement before leaving?"
Long ago, Chen Yuqi was a gold-digger. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
She racked her brains to squeeze into high society.
Now, high society is beneath her feet.
A look of fervor appeared in Chen Yuqi's eyes:
"Those things hold no meaning.
To me, true nobility is no longer money or connections in the mortal world.
True nobility is being able to stand by your side."
Li Yang chuckled lightly:
"Then you'd better always be useful."
Li Yang blatantly told Chen Yuqi she was just a pawn, a pawn to be discarded when useless.
Chen Yuqi raised her head:
"It is my supreme honor!"
Li Yang shook his head:
"Go, handle your business well."
Wings unfolded from Chen Yuqi's back, and she disappeared into the sky.
Li Yang took a gentle sip of the expensive red wine in his glass and frowned.
Casually, he tossed the wine glass away.
This crap is still so hard to drink.
He lit another cigarette, his gaze distant.
Chen Yuqi's abilities were decent, and the matter she was handling in Huaqi was important.
To ensure the smooth operation of Chen Yuqi's Seven Commandments Association in Huaqi, Li Yang had a plan.
He planned to help Chen Yuqi take the first step by finding her an excellent assistant.
It was a good opportunity to test the effects of Divine Descent.
...
Huaqi, TT Tower.
The initial publicity work for the God Creation Organization already had Jessica overwhelmed, and now the Xia Guolong murder incident had her on the verge of insanity.
As the operations director, it was the first time in all these years that Jessica had two major crises hit her at once.
In the operations department, Jessica's expression was stern, her fingers tapping away on the keyboard like playing a piano, sending email after email.
'Knock knock knock.'
The office door was knocked on, and the secretary came in carrying a cup of coffee:
"Director, someone from the God Creation Group is here."
Jessica pursed her lips.
The God Creation Group was practically the godfather of all TT, with nearly half the staff busy at their beck and call.
Jessica rubbed her eyes:
"Who is it?"
The secretary replied:
"Simon."
Jessica sat up abruptly, staring at the secretary in disbelief:
"Simon?!"
Simon was Leon Jin's adopted son and personal disciple, the undisputed number two in the God Creation Group.
With Leon Jin passing, Simon would naturally be the leader of the God Creation Group.
Jessica couldn't afford any negligence, picked up her coffee, and walked towards the reception room in her high heels.
At the entrance of the reception room, Jessica downed the coffee in one go and casually threw the cup into the trash.
She put on a radiant smile:
"Mr. Simon, hello, I am TT's operations director."
Simon was a bald, robust Black man.
He had none of the hip-hop vibe typical of his race, appearing rather polished.
Simon said:
"In a week's time, the God Creation Organization will announce the identity of the new sect leader. I hope your company will start preparing the publicity work now."
Jessica was stunned.
Shouldn't the new sect leader be Simon?
Jessica looked at Simon suspiciously.
Could it be that Simon wants to be the mastermind behind the scenes, secretly controlling the God Creation Organization?
Or is there another leader of the God Creation Organization, and Simon is just a front?
Either scenario is explosive news.
Jessica's expression grew serious:
"Thank you, Mr. Simon, for valuing TT."
Simon stood up:
"I appreciate your hard work."
Simon was a man of few words; after simply conveying his message, he turned to leave.
"Mr. Simon, please wait a moment." Jessica called out to Simon as he walked away.
Simon paused, looking back with curiosity.
Jessica thought for a moment and asked rather hesitantly:
"Could you disclose the name of the new sect leader?"
As she was responsible for publicity and operations, knowing the new sect leader's name in advance would help her work.
At the very least, she needed to know if the new sect leader was male or female.
Simon said:
"Jin."
The new sect leader's name was just one word, 'Jin.'
Jessica frowned.
Jin? What's its connection to Leon Jin?
...
Nighttime.
Jessica drove her luxurious Ferrari towards the apartment she lived in.
At the red light ahead, Jessica's car stopped behind a van.
In her car, she played a song, her fingers tapping in rhythm on the steering wheel.
At that moment, she saw a man from Xia Country on the roadside.
His clothes were tattered, and he looked like a beggar.
The beggar held a cloth, then knocked on her window.
Lacking money but unwilling to beg, he relied on cleaning windows to earn some money.
Upon receiving permission, the beggar diligently began cleaning her car.
The van owner handed the beggar some change.
Jessica felt a sense of irony.
She was a high-ranking executive in a world-renowned company, and he was a humble beggar.
It seemed she and him were around the same age.
Seeing such a disparity in social status among peers gave Jessica an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Of course, Jessica disdained people like him.
People without dreams, ambition, or goals, merely drifting through life.
The beggar glanced at Jessica's Ferrari, his eyes brightening.
He walked up to the Ferrari and knocked on the window.
Jessica rolled down the window and generously took out a hundred US dollars for the beggar.
The beggar said:
"Thank you."
Taking the money, the beggar worked hard, meticulously cleaning her car.
Jessica was somewhat surprised.
She had encountered beggars of this kind before.
Usually, they would just slap a wet cloth on the car, pretending to clean.
But this Xia Country beggar cleaned with such care and speed, no worse than a car wash.
