Chapter 169: God-Making

In a dark study room, a faint blue halo emanates from the corner. Corrigan squatted alone at the corner between the bookshelf and the wall, holding the symbiotic stone in his hand.

The halo emitted by this stone is like breathing, flickering and dreamy. It can replace the exhausted organs of the human body, deceive the god of death, and let Corrigan continue to live.

Corrigan stroked his shriveled forehead, followed the wrinkled, bark-like grooves, and touched the old symbiotic stone inserted in his forehead.

The stone no longer has a blue halo, but a dark piece, like charcoal.

His dry and slender fingers, like branches, slowly touched the stone on his forehead, touched it tentatively, and then grasped it.

After brewing for a while, Corrigan began to shake the stone back and forth, and the stone and his skull made a creaking friction sound.

The stone has been inserted in his forehead for so long that the stone has been stuck to Corrigan's body.

After shaking it for a long time, the stone finally showed some signs of loosening.

Corrigan used his wrist to pull the black symbiotic stone off his head.

The stone rolled to the ground, emitting the last trace of blue light, and then broke into a pile of black powder.

There was only a three-finger-wide hole on Corrigan's forehead.

The hole emitted a dim blue light, and there were blue glowing lines inside the cortex, but they were gradually fading.

Corrigan gasped and inserted the brand new symbiotic stone in his hand into the hole in his forehead.

The blue stone halo was no longer dazzling, but became much dimmer, because its power quickly supplied Corrigan's body that was in urgent need of energy.

Corrigan's body also slowly changed.

The skin that was originally dry like tree bark gradually returned to normal old man's skin, and his face began to look like a human.

The change lasted for 5 minutes, and Corrigan slowly stood up, and the hooded cloak on his body slipped off. He turned his head, walked to the desk and turned on the desk lamp.

The orange-yellow warm light filled the entire study. Corrigan wrapped the black stone powder on the ground with paper and threw it into the trash can.

At this moment, he was no longer the monster hiding in the dark, but a vigorous old man in a suit, of course, if you can ignore the stone stuck on his head.

The bald head quickly grew silver hair. He looked at the mirror on the desk, took a simple styling, picked up the phone next to him, and dialed a number.

"Panjiya, we lost a lot of killers last night. You should explain to me what happened recently..." he said lightly.

"Grandfather... I can handle this." Panjiya's nervous voice came from the other side.

Corrigan and Panjiya are not relatives. Grandfather is just a name for the supreme ruler of the S Consortium, similar to the godfather of the Mafia.

Not many people in the consortium have seen Corrigan. When Corrigan was still a normal person, he often attended the company's board of directors, but since he used the symbiotic stone to extend his life, he no longer appeared in front of people.

Corrigan's full name is Corrigan Strong. The Strong Consortium means Strong's family consortium. However, Corrigan has no offspring, so the current Strong Consortium is actually still in his hands.

He used strange objects to extend his life, and then supported an agent of his own to control the company.

As time passed, when Corrigan's business partners and partners had long passed away, he used dishonorable means to forcibly acquire their shares.

"Grandfather... I can handle this matter." Pankia promised.

"No, I don't doubt you, I just want to know what happened during my absence. So that you made a big move and sent so many assassins." Corrigan said in a deep voice.

"I... Grandfather... I..." Pankia stood in front of his desk, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

From Pankia's voice, Corrigan heard his uneasiness. As a pawn under his command, Corrigan could not accept incompetence and failure.

"Tell me, Pankia, what did you mess up?" Corrigan said.

"I...one of my killers is out of control...I'm afraid he will ruin our operation..." Pankia tried to explain.

"I know, Pankia, I know...I will find someone else to handle this matter...You did a great job, you should take a break." Corrigan said.

"I..." Pankia heard the word "rest", as if something in his heart collapsed.

"Don't say it, Pankia, go take a long vacation, this is what you deserve." Corrigan said and hung up the phone.

Pankia knew the meaning of vacation. Some ships are one-way tickets. If the captain wants to remove you, you can't wait for the ship to dock.

At the same time, a secret meeting was taking place in the top floor conference room of a building in the Lafite Road area of ​​Opportunity City.

This conference room is made of special materials, absolutely soundproof, and cannot be seen through by any technological means, and there is a special elevator that can be directly reached.

There is a black stone round table in the center of the conference room. Twelve white marble chairs are placed around the round table. The pattern in the center of the round table is a palm with five fingers spread out, and there is an open eye in the palm.

Twelve business people in suits are sitting around the table. They have different skin colors and come from different countries, but without exception, they are all presidents of spiritual enterprises.

"So, let's start?" A brown-skinned president said.

Everyone remained silent, expressing their acquiescence.

"I think everyone has received the news... Lucio, Punxer, and Matt are all dead." The brown-skinned president said.

Everyone nodded, and no one was shocked.

"As far as I know, Lucio committed suicide by jumping off a building. That night he jumped off the top floor of his company." Someone commented.

"Yes, my media has controlled the speech. Now everyone will think that he just committed suicide because the company's business was not going well and he couldn't bear the pressure." A white-skinned CEO took over.

"Lucio wants to sell his company to people from the Scarlet Phoenix Republic. This is something we cannot tolerate. Moreover, he seems to have connections with other organizations. I suspect it is something on a transcendent level." The brown-skinned president commented.

"The Scarlet Phoenix Republic does not allow private companies to do psychic business, but this does not mean that their businessmen will not come to our side to do business. In fact, the use of psychic energy in military and civilian applications has not yet been explored to its limits. What we currently have is to block the Fei Phoenix Republic," another president said.

The people around him nodded in agreement.

"So, what about Punxer and Matt? Are they also going to do business with Feihuang Republic?" someone asked.

"Yes, both Punxer and Matt want to leave the company. Punxer has been in contact with a certain Li from Phoenix Republic for a long time. I suspect that person already knows about our existence..." said the brown-skinned president.

The others looked at each other in shock.

"Matt stole the rare items we found and tried to hide. The situation is worse than Punxer." The brown-skinned president added.

"He used...that? Now he can already pass memes..." someone whispered in surprise.

"I sent killers and took care of both of them," the brown-skinned president said.

"It was handled very cleanly. Punxer died in his villa, and Matt died in the Our Lady of Angels Hotel in Opportunity City. After the target was confirmed to be killed, the closing team took action." The white president added.

"As far as I know, there are more consortiums that are preparing to contact people from Feihuang Republic. Moreover, I heard that the person is the same, and his surname seems to be Li." A black president said.

"If he just wants to do business... no, even this won't work. We can't allow them to have our technology and knowledge." The white president said thoughtfully.

Everyone here nodded.

"Of course, this meeting is not just about conveying information on how to deal with traitors, but there are more important things." The brown-skinned president paused, then continued: "We decided to establish our own psychic research institution."

Everyone present looked at each other, looking a little surprised.

"We have tried before, but most of the psychic experts are just here to make money." Someone objected.

"In the past, there were fundamental problems with the way and direction we used to find people. When we established the institute, we wanted to find the best researchers in the federation." The white president explained.

"The best people often don't care about money." The black CEO spread his hands.

"Yes, researchers who are motivated by money often don't have much ability." The white president agreed.

"This time is different. We have found a psychic researcher whose ideas and goals are consistent with ours. He is no longer satisfied with studying things in a beautiful laboratory that he will never use in his lifetime." said the brown-skinned president.

"What does he want?" someone asked.

"Like us, we want to create gods." The brown-skinned president replied.