Compared to the Redemption Church’s method of selecting pastors, the Principal God Space’s approach could be described as simple and brutal—directly pulling people in as cyclic beings (luanhuizhe). Those who succeed are granted power, while those who fail end up with nothing but bones.
Therefore, within this autumn, not only in Golden Oak Kingdom but across the entire world, cases of missing persons frequently occur, accompanied by a constant stream of homicides and robberies, leaving the patrol police overwhelmed.
In this world, the majority are ordinary people, precisely the group most heavily recruited by the Principal God Space. Living at the bottom of society, they suddenly gain power, inevitably developing a mentality of newly rich individuals who cannot tolerate the slow pace of accumulating wealth. As a result, taking desperate risks becomes the norm.
This is only the beginning. After participating in several missions and experiencing significant power boosts, these reincarnators will further develop a sense of “destiny” and “heroism,” causing their confidence to balloon to extreme levels.
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“Falcon City—never thought I’d come back here again!”
A middle-aged man with a hooked nose, wearing a black trench coat and a weathered face, stepped off the train and sighed.
“Lucius, according to the superior’s appointment, you have been assigned as the head of the Second Bureau of Special Investigation, with your office located here.”
Inside the city branch of the Special Investigation Bureau, the former head hastily completed the transfer procedures and immediately left without even looking back.
“Fine…”
Lucius looked around, seeing torn sofas, old typewriters, and yellowed newspapers. He couldn’t help but feel speechless: “Have I actually been exiled?”
Knowing full well that the guys from the Federal and Central Bureau were tired of his incessant promotion of supernatural theories, they had kicked him far away—to Falcon City, the place with the worst relationship with the Special Investigation Bureau.
The reason was the last major operation conducted by the Special Investigation Bureau. Although they successfully destroyed the headquarters of the Three-Eyed Cult, they also caused massive damage, accidentally eliminating a city council member and significantly tarnishing Falcon City’s reputation. After all, allowing a cult leader to rise to such a high position meant the entire city hall bore significant responsibility.
Currently, it would be a miracle if anyone in Falcon City had a good opinion of the Special Investigation Bureau. As Lucius knew, a derogatory nickname—”Black Hounds”—had already spread widely, becoming a trend, even affecting the sales of black coats.
“Damn it… This isn’t even my fault. If I had been in charge of that operation…”
Lucius’s face darkened, and he fell silent.
He turned to look at his subordinates.
One was a middle-aged woman knitting a sweater, likely weighing over two hundred pounds, making the chair beneath her creak in protest.
Beside her was an elderly man sipping tea and reading a newspaper, possibly nearing retirement age next month.
The other few, slightly more normal, were concentrating on solving crossword puzzles in the newspaper or checking stock and lottery information. Even though Lucius was staring at them coldly through a glass partition, they showed no signs of restraint.
“Damn it… What kind of trash did the higher-ups actually shove down to me?”
If Lucius had held any hope of achieving something when he first arrived, that hope was now nearly gone.
“Max!”
He looked left and right, finally picking the old man reading the newspaper. “Come to my office!”
“Sure thing, boss!”
Max reluctantly put down his teacup, rubbed his eyes, yawned lazily, and approached Lucius.
“How old are you?”
Lucius suppressed his urge to curse and forced himself to ask calmly.
“65… Actually, I should have retired last month, but damn it, the International Bureau hasn’t paid salaries for months, so I have to stay here—at least I get free heating and biscuits…”
Max shrugged.
“God almighty…”
Lucius covered his face. He couldn’t have imagined the situation had deteriorated to this extent: “What about our funding?”
“Since that harpy killed so many of our comrades, most of it has gone to compensation and pensions…”
Max was quite clear on the matter: “Because our best agents are either dead or retired, our combat capability has dropped drastically, leading to failure in completing Central Bureau missions and gaining recognition. Our funding has been repeatedly cut, creating a vicious cycle…”
Lucius asked a few more questions and finally had to admit that for a long time, he would have to deal with this pitifully small team.
Thinking about this, he painfully pulled out a sum of money from his savings and treated all his subordinates to a big meal.
“Men!”
Inside a barbecue restaurant, Lucius shouted: “We must achieve something! Otherwise, we’ll all be laid off. Do you really want that?”
Unfortunately, his subordinates were only interested in free food. Their responses were minimal, nearly making Lucius explode with anger. But he couldn’t fire them all at once, unless he wanted to shoulder all the work and face Central Bureau inquiries alone.
However, his generosity did have some effect.
After the meal, at least Max showed a little cooperation.
Bang!
He threw a pile of dusty documents onto Lucius’s desk: “These are all the unsolved cases from our department related to supernatural forces!”
“So many?”
Lucius was very surprised.
“This is just part of them! The patrol police just dump all the missing persons and unsolvable cases on us, treating us like a garbage disposal unit!”
Old man Max complained.
“You guys are just a bunch of garbage! Garbage handling garbage cases—how fitting!”
Lucius mentally grumbled, then frowned as he opened a file, shaking his head helplessly: “Too old—witnesses and evidence have long disappeared. It’s basically impossible to find anything. Any newer ones?”
“Of course!”
Max pulled out several more files from the archives: “All sorts of minor incidents, ridiculous complaints, and investigations into clubs and societies. Like last year, a citizen reported the presence of a rebel organization in the city, but after we spent considerable effort and deployed an undercover agent, it turned out to just be a hunting club organizing regular target practice…”
“Oh! And this one… The latest case just came in, saying there’s a secret parapsychology society operating in our city! Haha… That really cracked me up. The person who reported this should really watch a few episodes of ‘Scientific Inquiry’!”
“Parapsychology society?”
Lucius immediately became interested.
He grabbed the fresh file and started flipping through it: “Name is ‘Cycle Society’? Members range from craftsmen, unemployed vagrants, to students, officials, and merchants… almost covering all walks of life. And apparently, there’s also illegal worship of deities and corruption involved… Great!”
Lucius was extremely excited, sensing the scent of a major case.
Moreover… the suspected existence of supernatural powers was exactly the kind of case he loved investigating the most.
“I’ll personally handle this case!”
He ordered as the bureau chief: “All of you must cooperate, conduct a serious investigation. Once we solve it, there will definitely be promotions and commendations!”
“Fine, you’re the boss, you decide!”
Max replied indifferently, clearly showing little confidence in Lucius.
Seeing this, Lucius secretly gritted his teeth: “Just wait. Once I prove my abilities, I’ll fire every single one of you!”
…
A few days later.
In front of a secret club.
“Name!”
The club was located in a remote spot, at the end of an alley, accessible only through a hidden basement door on the street, practically like a cellar, hard to detect.
Lucius, in disguise, knocked on the wooden door. A panel slid open, revealing a pair of alert eyes coldly asking.
“Such vigilance—this is promising!”
Lucius inwardly rejoiced. This attitude clearly wasn’t that of a normal business; there must be something big going on here!
“Carl! Carl Vigen! Introduced by Black Snake!”
He whispered in a low voice.
The eyes scanned him once more. Although Lucius had confidence in his disguise technique, he couldn’t help feeling a tingling sensation down his spine.
Creak!
The wooden door opened: “Come in!”
“Thanks!”
Lucius entered under dim lighting.
The illumination was very weak, but as he descended the passage, the underground space suddenly opened up.
The vast area was divided into countless booths, filled with noise, laughter, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.
“Golden Rum? And Beluga caviar?”
Lucius randomly chose a sofa, picked up a cigar from the table, took a sniff, and his expression changed—it was a very high-grade product, yet here it was being casually offered as if it were free.
“Even though you’re introduced by Black Snake, I still need to remind you: you can get anything here, but don’t ask questions you shouldn’t, and don’t pry into others’ privacy. Otherwise, tomorrow, you’ll only be found in pieces beneath the bridge piers…”
The large black waiter who led him in warned, then bowed and stepped back.
“Truly mysterious, and quite temperamental!”
Lucius sighed, his eyes gleaming with excitement: “But I’m even more interested now!”
“Hey, buddy, new here?”
At this moment, a young man in a floral shirt at a nearby table laughed and greeted him.
“Yeah… I heard there are many interesting things here!”
Lucius replied ambiguously.
“Exactly! Here offers the ultimate enjoyment and treasures you can’t find anywhere else in the world!”
The hippie tossed over a book: “Of course… First, at the beginner level, you need to read this… Then, observe carefully—don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee your safety!”
“What?”
Lucius looked at the book’s cover, which looked like a third-rate novel placed in the corner of a bookstore: “Cyclic World? It’s actually a novel?”
He was completely confused, having no idea what was going on.
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