Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 305 - 304 Date (Part 1)
Chapter 305 -304: Date (Part 1)
Chapter 305 -304: Date (Part 1)
Thistlefort.
Ever since the grain airdrop arrived, the doorway of the Acalian Sanctuary had been crowded for days on end.
People weren’t there for the shelter; they would rather stop their work and stand in line for most of the day, all for one purpose—to pray to the Paradise Master in hopes that the divinities would accept their souls and allow them to bask in the glory of Paradise.
In short, they wanted to become followers of the Paradise Sect.
This intense reaction caught even the instigator, Chaoyang, off guard.
He had not underestimated the prestige that airdropping food could bring to the Paradise Sect, but he had still underestimated the shock this act caused among the masses.
Standing in front of the window in the sanctuary’s third-floor lounge, he saw a queue longer than the one for grain distribution, stretching almost to the next street. A vast “ocean” made up of densely packed heads undulated, with not even the ground’s cobblestones visible.
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Luminescent white light, nearly extending from the ground to the sky, so dazzling that not even the tiniest thread could be distinguished!
This was the first time Chaoyang had witnessed such a scene.
Even without counting, he was certain of one thing: in these past few days, he had completely overturned the spiritual hierarchy of Thistlefort. There might have been a multitude of miscellaneous beliefs before, but now the worship of the Paradise Master had become the undisputed mainstream.
“Locals have come to regard the Acalian Sanctuary as a church of the Paradise Sect. I’ve sent people to explain many times that there is no prayer room inside the sanctuary, nor any divinity statues for them to worship, but they simply won’t listen,” reported Xue Quan, revealing an unusual hint of exhaustion. “I think the Paradise Organization needs to find a way to appease the people, as this commotion is not good for us.”
“Indeed,” Chaoyang agreed, nodding his head. He never wanted to create some fervent believer church; as long as they could provide wishing power, whether they worshipped the Paradise Master or not didn’t matter at all. Moreover, Thistlefort had a great deal of work that urgently needed attention. Yet tens of thousands of people were wasting most of their day in line, which was a serious blow to the efficiency of the work here. “Do you have any good solutions?”
“I’ve done a simple survey; most people’s demand is to become followers of the Paradise Sect. So, I need to ask you, Mr. Zhao—has your organization ever had regulations for joining the sect? Because at Magnificent Castle, I haven’t seen any measures like that, not even a personnel management institution.”
“Uh…” Chaoyang hesitated, realizing only now that even the Gate of Destiny Pharmaceuticals, a shell organization, had an operating system and management staff, while the Paradise Sect above it lacked these. Who were the followers? Anyone who could provide him with wishing power. Any ID proof? None.
Among these people, there were a few special ones, such as Dane and Jenny… They truly believed that the Paradise Master could bring a better life to all beings, therefore they actively involved themselves in the work of the Paradise Sect. It was precisely because of this enthusiasm that they could contact him without a contract.
Of course, the intensity of the connection was much weaker than with Leisk and Luowei Siya, whose souls were literally in his hands.
If one were to classify the levels of sensitivity, the first tier would be Leisk and Luowei Siya, who not only had contracts but also lost their physical forms.
The second tier would be those who had signed contracts, such as the many players, Xue Quan, and those researchers from the Control Center.
The third tier would be local individuals like Dane, Judy, and Jenny, whose contracts had ended but who were still closely connected with the Paradise Sect.
The fourth tier comprised Prayers who had not yet signed contracts; Chaoyang could occasionally hear their voices.
The people queuing at the doorway of the sanctuary were of the fifth tier. They sought to become followers of the Paradise Master and were the source of the most wishing power, but their connection to Chaoyang was the weakest. Without the Dream Entering Technique, he could hardly hear their hearts’ voices.
Chaoyang discovered that he knew the least about his main source of wishing power and had never given them any special attention.
This was clearly a flaw in the organizational structure.
“It seems I have to issue them certifications,” he contemplated for a moment before speaking.
“If the Paradise Organization hasn’t planned for this yet, I can draft one immediately,” Xue Quan promptly replied, “Rules for joining the sect, member certifications, obligations, and responsibilities… These are all areas I excel in.”
Chaoyang gave it some thought but didn’t agree on the spot.
Because he realized, by doing so, it wouldn’t be much different from those secular organizations; setting aside the name of the Paradise Sect, it would seem like a company, a club, or even a political party.
It’s not that secularization is the wrong approach—he was very familiar with modern operational modes—simple, clear, and efficient, but he always felt that since belief was tied to wishing power, the Paradise Sect should have something that set it apart.
But how could he create such a difference?
“Let me think about it a bit more,” Chaoyang eventually waved his hand, “After all, it’s been delayed for so long, waiting another day or two won’t be a big problem.”
“Alright,” Xue Quan was as straightforward as ever, “Then I’ll go get busy with other things.”
After the other person had left, Chaoyang leaned against the window and took a deep breath. Now, sixteen transport planes were taking off from Magnificent Castle every day, split into two batches in the morning and afternoon, carrying various types of food to land in the open spaces south of Thistlefort. However, due to the limited total volume of airdrops, the city’s food supply still only fulfilled the minimum needs of the people. Until the externally sourced food arrived at Thistlefort, the crisis of famine was not entirely averted.
Luckily, the nobles weren’t a united front. The surrender of Buleike, the general manager of Jianling Company, caused an uproar within the city, public opinion lambasted people like Sergey and Rota, with wide-reaching criticism, and even the printing company under Baron Thorn’s flag clammed up in the face of public outrage and dared not speak another word. Naturally, Chaoyang followed public sentiment, arresting the nobles involved and sentencing the two leaders to death according to the law, effectively eradicating the threat from opposing forces.
The Paradise Sect was now essentially the de facto controller of Thistlefort, and for this goal, the resources he invested were astonishing. It wasn’t just an investment of wishing power—the food stored in Magnificent Castle and accumulated wealth were depleting rapidly. Had he not secured a foothold overseas in advance, he wouldn’t have been able to afford such scale of expenditure.
And Thistlefort was just one city.
This made Chaoyang once again realize how big the gap was between managing everything himself and acting through others in terms of administrative costs.
The bountiful harvest of wishing power did indeed bring satisfaction, but the pressure from autonomous operations was not to be underestimated…
He stretched lazily, planning to go outside the south gate and seek inspiration for the sect system, when Ailuodi walked in through the door.
She looked quite happy, a smile playing on her lips.
“What’s up? Did something good happen?” Chaoyang asked.
“Heh, good things don’t just fall out of the sky,” she pranced to the window, her flaxen hair gleaming, “I did something I’ve wanted to do for a while—I stormed into the board meeting of Baishiji Company and made those scumbags personally confess their crimes against human life, and I recorded the whole thing and sent it to 21 news channels. They’re done for now.”
The name Baishiji rang a bell for Chaoyang; it seemed to be a major business related to medicine and genetic research?
Ailuodi’s eyes twinkled as she stared at him, practically wearing her anticipation of “ask me for details” on her face.
Chaoyang couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “I was about to go out for a walk; how about you join me? And you can tell me all about your victorious act of justice.”
