The president never restricts the freedom of association members, so the members of the association do not always gather together.

Everyone has their own personal space. Moreover, out of respect for the president, they dare not spend too much time with Virly.

After killing more than 120 police officers, Virly took Emilia and left the others, returning to the lounge at the coastal base.

...

Inside the lounge.

Virly hung his coat on the hanger and sat on the sofa.

Emilia poured him a cup of fresh tea, and the room was filled with a refreshing aroma.

While Emilia poured the tea, the president suddenly said, "There is a traitor in the association."

"Who is it?" Emilia was confused, and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I can't tell from divination. Why did you come to this conclusion?"

A long time ago, Virly asked Emilia to divine whether there was a "traitor" in the association, and if so, who it was. However, the result of the divination was a complete darkness, as if being interfered by some mysterious force, even unsure if the "traitor" existed.

"Since these new members came to the association, first the new members betrayed, then the demon author intervened and merged with the betraying new members, and the association was surrounded by the military... Don't you think this is too coincidental? It's like an invisible hand is manipulating everything. I don't like this feeling," Virly said.

"Master, I can assure you that I am loyal to you." Emilia kneeled down and lowered her head, solemnly saying, "I swear by the honor of the elf!"

"Raise your head, my beloved Emilia. You are a character designed by my own hand. There is no one in the world who knows you better than me, and besides, you are not the author. I trust you," Virly said with a smile. "I am suspecting the other members of the association."

"The others... Is it Krana after all?" Emilia raised her eyebrows, and her green hair floated slightly - this was the external manifestation of emotional fluctuations and the shaking of magical power within her body.

"No, the probability of Krana betraying me is very low. There are three reasons: one, she spends the most public resources for the association. Two, she does not have life-saving items and dares not to casually contact other forces. Three, other than missions, she doesn't allow herself excessive freedom," Virly explained.

For the association's diplomacy and attracting new members, Krana spent a lot of points to purchase more than twenty languages and made a high contribution to the association.

Virly had told others before that he wanted Krana to become the vice president, which motivated her to work even harder.

It can be said that she regarded the association as a sanctuary, and the interests of the association were tightly bound to her own.

"Then... could it be Anri?" Emilia recalled the rebellious and impolite young man with purple hair.

"Anri is playing a role that the association lacks," Virly chuckled. "He disobeys me on the surface and even shows doubt in his words, but in fact, he does it deliberately. On one hand, he tests my bottom line, and on the other hand, he wants to be slapped in the face to show my authority. He is clever and ambitious, wanting to gain the maximum benefit through this behavior in missions... As long as I firmly hold the position of president, the possibility of him betraying is actually the smallest. At least, he hopes the association will always exist."

"What about others?"

"That mentally unstable girl? It is said that she has ghosts in her dreams, and the ghosts slowly approach her, so she doesn't want to sleep. In fact, this is due to the psychological barrier caused by the bizarre events she has experienced. This barrier makes her more afraid of sleeping than death - leaving the task of stealing novel website bugs to her is the most suitable," Virly replied.

"Jerutt is a working-class person without much ambition. For him, a safe and stable life is more important than anything else. He is afraid of risking his life and does not like taking risks. Therefore, in order not to be abandoned by the association, he has been working hard and has achieved the results of being a 'controller'."

"Joshua was the first person to join the association. Due to his unlimited use of life-saving items, he is the most important person in the association. As long as Joshua doesn't die, the association has countless lives. He is meticulous, rational in his thinking, and cautious in his actions. He understands the cost of betraying the association."

"Naji is a newcomer, with a clean background, strong ambition, sharp mind, and excellent interpersonal skills. He can take over Kana's position. He may have the possibility of betrayal, but he lacks the motive and ability to betray."

Emili respectfully said,

"You have a pair of insightful eyes, seeing through everyone so clearly, even I, an elf who has lived for hundreds of years, feel inferior. Your intelligence and power make you unmatched by anyone. Even if there is a traitor, it is not a concern."

"No, Emili, the more powerful someone is, the more cautious they should be. Those who claim invincibility are the most foolish. The weak cannot defeat the strong, but the weak have their own wisdom, which is the only thing that can threaten the strong. Moreover, our enemies are not weak..."

At this point, the president's phone rang, it was an email. He glanced at the contents of the email, and his narrowed eyes became extremely cold. After a moment, he regained his usual warm smile.

"Emili, can you predict today's lucky number for me?"

"Yes, Master."

After a moment, Emili held a small Arcana card in her hand - Sword Two.

On the card, a woman in a gray robe sat on a stone bench, blindfolded with a white cloth. She held a sword with both hands, crossed in front of her chest, in a defensive posture.

"Master, your lucky number today is 2."

"I see, thank you, Emili. I'm going out for a while, can I ask you to guard the base?"

"Very willingly."

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Joseph felt a chill in his heart.

This must be what the end of the world feels like.

He was constantly thinking about one question in his mind: if the president wanted to kill him, would his life-saving item work?

No, even if it worked, the president could kill him again when the item was on cooldown.

It was useless, he couldn't defy the president.

At this moment, Joseph was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, while the owner of the car wore a black round hat and leisurely listened to Michael Jackson's music, driving towards the downtown area of Twisted City.

The car stopped in a parking lot near the southern part of Manhattan, and the two of them got out of the car one after another, arriving at Wall Street.

Wall Street, known as the "financial center of the United States." The offices of banks, insurance companies, shipping companies, railways, and other companies owned by Morgan's conglomerate, Rockefeller, the oil tycoon, and the DuPont conglomerate are concentrated here.

Capital, everywhere is capital, and there are hundreds of such places in the United States.

Walking through the crowds, looking around at the surroundings, the president said casually, "One day, I will destroy them."

"Uh... you can do it now," Joseph whispered.

"No, when I say 'them', I'm not referring to these buildings, but a kind of abstract concept, a class, a source of misery. These things cannot be easily removed."

"..."

"Do you know the meaning of the birth of the god of destruction?"

"Well... I'm not quite sure."

"In the Land of Spirits, dragons, giants, and other so-called 'higher beings' occupy most of the resources, and the remaining races live in the cracks between these higher beings, fighting for the remaining resources, with war and death constantly present.

Even within the same race, there is a clear class distinction. The upper nobility enjoys the wealth, glory, and status obtained by their compatriots' blood, drunk in luxury every day, while some poor creatures die in hunger and cold.

Superficially, the Land of Spirits appears prosperous, but it is actually a hell of the survival of the fittest, with the strong oppressing the weak and filled with suffering.

Why has this continent become like this? When the gods created all living creatures, they never expected to create greed and evil.

The god of destruction was born as a result, and he wanted to change this world, to destroy all misfortune. So he eliminated the dragon and giant races of the continent and liberated the resources. He wiped out the aristocratic class and gave slaves freedom. He stood against all living beings on the continent, making all races stop the war and unite against external enemies. He attracted those with anti-social personalities to form the 'Destruction' force, showing everyone who the real enemy is...

Eventually, led by the elven race, all races of the Land of Spirits formed an alliance, and every life that loves freedom and peace has been treated equally."

The god of destruction completed his mission and left that world, cursed by the people, and arrived on Earth.

Earth, although better than that world, still had the same problems: the strong exploiting the weak, extreme wealth disparity, unequal distribution of resources. At the same time, there were issues of racial discrimination, class rigidity, and monopolization of capital.

I think the god of destruction has found the meaning of his existence, and he wants to continue changing this world, making everyone happy and making the world a better place.

That is the meaning of the god of destruction's existence—Josiah, do you agree with me?"

If anyone else in the world were to say these words, Josiah would think they were a fool or madman. But the person who said them happened to be the chairman, and he dared not deny them.

As Josiah contemplated how to respond, a man wearing glasses and a suit emerged from the stock exchange with a briefcase in hand. A young Asian woman followed behind him.

Since the chairman and the entrance were close in proximity, the man with glasses was walking fast, and their shoulders bumped into each other. The man's briefcase fell to the ground, and the money inside spilled out.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew, and several bills flew into the air. The woman quickly crouched down to hold down the remaining money.

The man with glasses was momentarily stunned, then became furious.

"Hey, you damn asshole! You have three seconds to kneel down and apologize before I completely lose my temper, and then compensate me. Ting, pick up the money."

Josiah pretended not to notice.

Josiah stood in front of the man with glasses and stared at him coldly, as if saying, "You better not provoke us."

The woman called Ting handed the briefcase back to the man with glasses and met eyes with Josiah. She felt uncomfortable and hid behind the man with glasses. "Roy, a few bills blew away."

The man with glasses ruffled the woman's hair. "Ting, hold the briefcase for me. Watch me deal with these two country bumpkins."

With that, he jogged a few steps and blocked Vielli's path, gesturing and pointing, "Today, I'm in a bad mood. You, you blind bastard! Because of you, I lost ten thousand dollars. How do you plan to compensate me?"

"You only lost five hundred dollars, sir," Josiah pointed to a distance, "The wind blew away five bills. If you run quickly, you might be able to catch up to that money, or else it will be gone soon. Look, someone is already picking up your money."

"It's still ten thousand dollars, no excuses," the man with glasses took out his phone and grinned, "My relative is the mayor. Whether you believe it or not, as long as I make a phone call, the two of you won't be able to leave this street."

Josiah clenched his fist, intending to silence him, but the chairman interrupted.

"Mr. Roy, you have caught my interest. Your arrogant and domineering behavior reminds me of those landlords who act like bandits... I just checked your information through customer service, and people really can't judge by appearances."

"In May 2012, you raped and killed a drug-addicted Mexican woman, then bribed the police and friends to provide false testimony for you."

"In June 2014, you used a golf club to beat a homeless man to death just because he scratched your car."

"In April 2015, you and your friends killed an elderly person in a car race, and in the end, you spent a lot of money to hire a lawyer to defeat the family's court appeal."

"In November 2015, you shot and killed an instructor at a shooting training facility, and after being arrested, you were released from prison in just one week because of your relative..."

"Hehe, I just came out for a stroll and ran into trash like you. Should I say I'm lucky or unlucky?"

As Vielli listened to his words, Mr. Roy's expression became horrified, and his face grew increasingly unpleasant. "Nonsense, you son of a bitch. I'll smash your nose bone into your brain!"

In a fit of anger, he swung a punch at Vielli's face with all his might, without considering the consequences. Consequences? Why bother considering them when things can be solved with money and power?

Josiah, on the side, had no intention of intervening. In his mind, the man with glasses was already a dead man.

"Pluff!"

The man with glasses fell to the ground like a pile of mud, his glasses and shoes flying off.

Vielli picked up the glasses near the man's shoes and walked up to him with a smile, crouching down to place the glasses in his hand, "How does it feel, Mr. Roy?"

"It hurts... What did you do to me? Ahh..." The bespectacled man screamed in pain, trying to stand up but finding that his limbs were powerless.

Not only his limbs, but all over his body, he had no strength left, unable even to breathe!!

If the bespectacled man could see himself, he would surely be terrified. His body was like a deflated balloon, limp and shapeless, no longer resembling a human.

"What happened to him?" Josiah asked.

"Oh, I simply removed all the bones from his body. The structure of the human body is truly marvelous. Even in this state, he can still think and speak normally for a short period of time. However, without the support of bones, he will quickly suffocate to death," Verily explained.

Josiah felt physically uncomfortable and turned his head away, no longer looking at the man's pitiful state.

"Roy!!" The woman screamed, running to the man's side. When she realized he was already dead, she began to cry, pulling out a gun from her bag and aiming it at Verily.

Remaining calm and composed, Verily elegantly said, "Madam, I am well aware of your crimes - Quentin, a Chinese national, fleeing with your mother to this place after embezzling millions in China and later gaining political asylum from the white people due to your anti-China stance. Since then, you have lived a smooth life and even made connections with the upper class..."

"Stop talking, murderer! You killed my fiancé. Even if I shoot you and kill you now, it would be self-defense!" Quentin interrupted the chairman's words, shouting.

Verily laughed dumbfoundedly, lowered his head slightly, and placed his forehead against the barrel of the woman's gun, smiling, "Do you really think you can kill me? Well, madam, if you want to try, I can give you a chance."

The woman glared with bloodshot eyes and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Another body fell to the ground.

The woman collapsed, her head opened with a bullet hole, her eyes wide open even in death. Blood poured out from the back of her head, staining the surrounding ground red.

Verily sighed softly, "I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you didn't cherish it."

People came and went on Wall Street, but the two bodies lying in the middle of the street were strangely invisible to everyone passing by, as if they didn't see the bodies on the ground at all!

Despite the commotion, no one paid any attention from beginning to end.

Verily erased any traces of the bodies and slowly left with Josiah, as if nothing had happened.

As for the money in the box... because there was less than a million inside, Verily casually threw it to two beggars later on.

...

"There has been an unpleasant incident," Verily adjusted his top hat, "Josiah, let's talk about your matters next, shall we? Shouldn't you reveal everything you've been hiding? Like Gust, for example, or the abilities of the demon?"

Josiah trembled, knowing that what he had been expecting had finally arrived. The chairman had indeed found out.