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Chapter 636: Worldwide Chaos
The renowned physician, Alistar Crane whose name appeared on medical journals was dragged from his townhouse in his silk pajamas, his spectacles askew, his voice rising in outrage.
“Do you have any idea who I am?!” He bellowed at the officers. “I am a respected member of the medical community! I save lives! You cannot possibly—unhand me this instant!”
The officers exchanged glances. One of them produced a paper from his coat pocket—a transcript of the doctor describing the precise nerves he would sever next.
“We know exactly who you are, sir.”
The doctor’s face went gray. He didn’t speak again.
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The actor Victor Lang did not go quietly. When the Bureau arrived at his penthouse, he attempted to fight.
He had some combat training, he had played a martial artist in three films, and he genuinely believed he could take on trained Divine Executioners.
He lasted approximately four seconds.
They punched him several times in the face during the scuffle—perhaps more than was strictly necessary, but no one on the scene seemed particularly concerned about protocol.
By the time they dragged him out to the waiting vehicles, his handsome face was swollen and bruised, barely recognizable as the man on the movie posters.
A reporter was already waiting. She thrust her microphone toward him.
“How does it feel, knowing your wife and family have already disowned you!? They’ve released a statement saying they want nothing to do with you ever again!”
Another reporter crowded in from the other side.
“You had three major projects lined up for this year! How does it feel to throw all of that away just to torture children in your spare time?!”
He actor said nothing. His swollen lips couldn’t form words.
But the despair in his eyes spoke volumes.
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They found the Iron Sentinel in his apartment, surrounded by stuffed animals and children’s drawings.
“Please.” He whimpered as the agents approached. “Please, I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m a gentle giant—everyone knows that! I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I couldn’t! Please, you have to let me go!”
He tried to fight back. Of course he did. But despite his enormous size, he was no match for agents trained to subdue rogue Blessed.
They took him down efficiently and two of them had to carry him out. He was too large to walk on his own, too distraught to coordinate his movements.
“I’m a good person.” Tears streamed down his face as the cameras captured his shame. “I’m not like the others. I never hurt anyone. Please—please believe me—”
The Bureau agents expressions never changed.
They’d heard these protests before. And in the end, the monsters all looked the same when they cried.
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Amanda was the only one who tried to escape through death.
The moment she saw the agents surrounding her, she understood exactly what had happened.
Her carefully constructed life was about to come crashing down around her.
She did not hesitate.
She lunged for the knife displayed on her coffee table. A quick death was better than what was coming. Better than the cameras, the questions, the world seeing her as she truly was.
But the Bureau had anticipated even this.
Before her fingers could close around the handle, two officers were on her, wrenching her arms behind her back, snapping the shackles around her wrists.
She thrashed and screamed as they dragged her toward the door.
“Please!” She sobbed, all her composure shattered. “Let me go! Let me die! I don’t want this—I don’t want the world to see me like this—please, just let me die!”
They pulled her outside, and the cameras were waiting. The flashes exploded in her face like a thousand tiny suns.
“No! No, please—stop it—don’t take photos—I’m begging you, don’t—”
But her pleas meant nothing.
For the woman who had spent years cultivating an image of serene, untouchable grace, the cameras were the cruelest punishment of all.
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Similar scenes were unfolding all over the world.
Powerful officials and dignitaries, members of the federations, the hunter leagues, even members of royal families—all of them were being dragged from their homes, their offices, their places of power.
No matter what position they held, no matter how untouchable they had believed themselves to be, the Bureau came for them all.
Many tried to resist.
One noble family even mobilized the small private army they had maintained for generations, convinced that their wealth and influence would protect them from justice.
They were wrong.
The Maiden of Fate had anticipated everything. She had calculated who would resist and who wouldn’t, who would try to flee and who would surrender quietly.
Every resistance was met with overwhelming force.
Every escape attempt was thwarted before it began.
Even the innocent family members were subdued and taken into custody. They could do nothing but watch as their worlds collapsed around them.
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The most remarkable part was that the operation extended far beyond the Dream Realm conspiracy.
Mika’s information had included everything—every crime, every corruption, every dark secret.
And the Bureau had acted on all of it.
Thousands upon thousands of arrests. Every single one of them powerful, respected, supposedly untouchable.
And they were all being brought down in a single night.
It was, without question, the largest operation the world had ever seen.
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The common people were supposed to be asleep.
It was New Year’s Eve. They’d celebrated with their families, raised their glasses, counted down the seconds until midnight. They should have been in bed, resting before the new year began.
Instead, they were glued to their screens, watching report after report of the unfolding chaos.
The news anchors’ voices were strained, struggling to maintain professional composure as they delivered revelation after revelation.
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[Breaking news! The Investigation Bureau has confirmed the arrest of Lord Veyron Malcrest, a senior member of the Black Lotus Guild.]
[Authorities have charged him with operating an extensive child-trafficking network across three kingdoms.]
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[Another major development: House Draxen’s merchant guildmaster, Orlan Voss, has been apprehended following a joint investigation into the illegal export of large quantities of enchanted narcotics, including the highly addictive substance known as Red Opium.]
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[Authorities have announced the arrest of Kareth Vuld, a prominent member of the Crimson Fang Consortium. He is accused of illegally trafficking members of several non-human races and selling them through an underground slave network.]
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[Breaking now: Lady Seraphine Drael, a high-ranking member of the Golden Rose Society, has been arrested following a lengthy investigation.]
[Authorities have charged her with sixteen counts of rape, along with coercion, assault, and abuse of Blessed individuals under her authority.]
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[And the arrests continue. Mordren Kael, a senior officer within the Ashen Hand, has been taken into custody on charges including murder, human trafficking, torture, and the illegal sale of magical artifacts.]
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But it was the main story that dominated every feed that truly captured the world’s attention.
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[BREAKING NEWS — THE PARADISE OF SIN EXPOSED!]
[The Battle Angels have uncovered what authorities are describing as one of the most horrifying criminal discoveries in recent history: a hidden domain known as the Paradise of Sin.]
[According to investigators, the domain was operated jointly by two individuals of extraordinary reputation: Marcus Williams, known publicly as Lightning and celebrated across the continent as a Hero, and Amanda Lioletta, the woman known as the Lady Oracle.]
[Authorities allege that the two used the domain as a secret prison, where victims from across the continent were abducted and transported against their will.]
[The victims reportedly included people from every walk of life—children, adults, and the elderly, many of whom were victims of the Terror Face Murders]
[Investigators have described the conditions inside the domain as horrific. Victims were allegedly subjected to prolonged abuse, torture, unlawful confinement, and other acts of extreme cruelty while their captors treated their suffering as entertainment.]
[Even more disturbing, authorities have discovered evidence suggesting that numerous powerful individuals were permitted access to the domain.]
[Among those allegedly involved are high-ranking members of guilds, military organizations, noble houses, and other influential institutions.]
[The Battle Angels have issued a statement declaring that no title, Blessing, political position, or heroic reputation will protect those responsible.]
[Every individual connected to the Paradise of Sin will be investigated.]
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The reaction was devastating.
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In a crowded city guardhouse, a young guard stared at the magical news projection in disbelief.
“Marcus Williams? No…that’s impossible. He’s the Hero. I’ve spent my entire career looking up to that man!”
His older colleague clenched his jaw.
“Don’t call him a Hero anymore. Not after this. If even half of these allegations are true, he’s nothing but a monster wearing a uniform.”
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At a nearby tavern, a traveling merchant slowly lowered his drink.
“Lady Oracle too…? I don’t understand. These were people we were supposed to trust.”
An elderly man sitting beside him suddenly went pale.
“Gods above…My daughter disappeared three years ago. We never found her. What if…?”
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A mother from a neighboring village immediately pulled her child closer.
“Children? They took children into that place? What kind of person could do something like that!?”
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In a small countryside chapel, an old priest lowered his head.
“If this is true, then their titles mean nothing. A Hero who tortures the innocent is no Hero at all.”
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Inside a blacksmith’s workshop, the kingdom’s weaponsmith slowly lowered his hammer.
“Marcus Williams was supposed to protect people. If he really did this…then every sword I’ve forged for his father’s company suddenly feels heavier.”
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Far away, within an ancient elven forest, an elven scholar stared at the floating magical projection between the trees.
“Paradise of Sin…” She slowly shook her head. “Your human civilizations have some truly horrifying secrets.”
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Across another world, a beastkin merchant watched the same report through a magical communication crystal.
“Humans worship these two? And they call us barbarians!”
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The outrage spread like wildfire. Hatred for these individuals grew with every new revelation, every new detail of the crimes they had committed.
Mika had been feeding information to the backliners for weeks, providing clues, evidence and testimony that painted a picture of abuse and corruption that stretched across multiple worlds.
And now everything was being exposed.
Social media exploded with fury.
@NightOwl: THE TERROR FACE MURDERS?! Hold on. Are they saying those missing people were being taken to the Paradise of Sin?!
@YoungMage: Lady Oracle was my idol. I had her portrait above my desk…I just tore it down.”
@MiraWrites: My sister disappeared three years ago.
@BattleAngelSupporter: Finally! Someone is actually going after the powerful people!
Protests erupted in the streets.
“JUSTICE FOR THE VICTIMS!”
“MARCUS MUST ANSWER!”
“NO MORE HEROES ABOVE THE LAW!”
“PUT THEM ALL ON TRIAL!”
“THE POWERFUL ARE NOT ABOVE US!”
“FOR THE MISSING! FOR THE DEAD!”
The names of the accused were dragged through the mud, their legacies destroyed in a single night.
But what the commoners didn’t understand was that none of these prisoners were being taken to normal jails or prisons.
Instead, every single one of them was being transported to a single location: the city center square of Solaris City.
It was a place of monuments and memorials—statues dedicated to the veterans of the war against the Eternal Queen, plaques bearing the names of soldiers who had sacrificed their lives for freedom.
A place of peace and remembrance.
And now it was being desecrated by the presence of thousands of prisoners.
They were made to kneel on the cold ground, their shackles glowing with suppressing runes, their faces pale with terror.
Trucks and helicopters and flying carriers brought more prisoners every minute, the crowds growing larger and larger as the night wore on.
Portals opened in the air, depositing prisoners from other worlds—politicians and nobles and criminals from every corner of the multiverse.
The reporters on the outside pressed against the barricades, shouting questions at anyone who would answer.
“What’s going on!? Why are they being brought here?!”
“Why not take them to prison?!”
“What’s going to happen to them!?”
The agents shook their heads, their expressions unreadable.
“We don’t know. We’re following orders from the Maiden of Fate. Please don’t ask any further questions.”
The world watched and waited, wondering what the Battle Angels were planning.
They’d just conducted the largest investigation in history, dismantling criminal networks that had operated for decades.
But what came next? What was the purpose of gathering all these prisoners in one place?
It was almost as if they were waiting for something.
No one could understand what.
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