I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 607 - 605: The Legacy of the Divine Being

"Of course not, I mean to say..." George drained the rest of his coffee and continued, "I’ve decided to go out into the normal world and live a normal life. But I have concerns because here, I’ve had all my needs met and I also have a significant amount of assets. If I leave, I want to take them with me, and that’s a whole lot of heavy gold! I can’t go out empty-handed; this is also my compensation to myself."

"We can get you out, but you need to provide us with what we want." Mr. D said.

"Not just me, I want my gold, and even in the outside world, I intend to be wealthy, and I also need you to provide protection. You know the risks involved with this matter," George said.

"At a time like this, you’re still thinking about that gold? Besides, the gold they gave you might be fake," Mr. D said.

"It won’t be fake, it won’t be, I thought so at first, but I’ve tested it in some ways, and the gold is genuine, as real as Divine Power Tianyang being able to fly in the sky, it’s no deception," George said.

"John, John! Don’t mention that name again, you’ll put us in danger," Mr. D said, growing a bit panicked.

"Okay, okay, that’s my only demand, help me move the gold out. We might need a cargo truck and a few guards; I don’t want to have just escaped from His grasp only to be robbed outside," George said.

"Fair enough, so what can you give us? George? It has to be worth our while to go to all this trouble for you," Mr. D said.

"You previously wanted His current research, right? The data from the drilling platform isn’t to your liking, I know, but let me tell you, there’s something even more exciting than those," George whispered, making his pitch sound more enticing.

"Waiter, two more black coffees," Mr. D said.

At that moment, the black waiter came over with the coffee pot and filled both men’s cups.

After the waiter left, they took a sip of the steaming coffee, and George leaned in closer to Mr. D, whispering, "The Black Medicine from His spine has been extracted, a whole canister of it, stored in the refrigeration unit on the 12th floor of the building."

Upon hearing this, Mr. D’s expression darkened, as if he couldn’t believe it, or as if he had made some frightening conjecture, but then he smiled.

"Is what you’re saying the truth?" Mr. D asked.

"I have no reason to lie to you, and you just have to trust me; right now, we each have what the other needs," George said.

"Very well, very well... You know, if this information is true, there’s going to be some good news and some bad news," Mr. D said. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"Of course, I know what you mean. He, without the need for Black Medicine, can use superpowers far beyond our current understanding, and that’s the bad news. And the good news is that your army might be able to use the Black Medicine He left behind... if you dare," George said.

"This could be our last chance, as far as I know, the Black Medicine storage can is a big thing, and it needs to be kept at zero degrees for storage. Do you have a way to get it out?" Mr. D said.

"That building was constructed in the downtown area, but since the research on Black Medicine requires the expulsion of a large amount of wastewater, they built a complex sewage treatment works under it, extending all the way to the outskirts of the city. There are no guards there; after all, this is His territory, and unless someone is tired of living, no one would think of invading that building," George said.

"He actually didn’t dump the wastewater into the underground river; He is indeed quite eco-conscious," Mr. D remarked.

"I guess He just didn’t realize that, He doesn’t care much about many things, He only deals with the most difficult tasks, like flying out to kill the Federation’s President," George said.

Mr. D wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "How long is the underground sewage line? If possible, we can meet at the outlet; the Black Medicine can should be briefly out of the zero-degree environment without too much issue."

"I’ve never walked it, but I estimate, if you’re carrying a canister weighing over 200 kilograms... it’s going to take two to three hours to reach the drain outlet, which is in a swampy area on the outskirts of town, but still on His territory. It won’t be easy for you to crash through to Etolia, will it?" George said.

"Indeed... Etolia is the heartland of Heisai State. Although approaching from the sea would be more convenient, we can’t possibly sail here; He would surely sink us straight to the seabed," Mr. D said.

George shook his head and said, "You could disguise yourselves as fishing boats, or whaling ships of some kind, but... forget it, there have been no boats coming into the harbor anymore."

"I have another question; Etolia has now stopped all trade, where do you get your daily food and necessities from?" Mr. D asked.

George looked at his coffee and shook his head, "I don’t know, you may have to go up to the heavens and ask Him yourself."

Mr. D bowed his head in thought for a long while; George didn’t disturb him, as he truly hoped Mr. D and the Council Army behind him could come up with something.

"The hardest part of this affair is going to be moving the can of Black Medicine out of Heisai State right under His nose. Once our convoy comes in, He will definitely discover us, so at first, we can only disguise it as a convoy of converts, but as soon as we start our return journey, my God... the convoy will have to traverse the entire Heisai State..." Mr. D mumbled to himself.

George finished his coffee and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Right, how are you going to move that canister out of the building? Just you? Or do you have help?" Mr. D asked.

"I suspect I’m the only one in the entire building who wants to escape; everyone else is short-sighted and lacks a sense of crisis, unaware of what He will turn the world into! Don’t worry, there’s a freight elevator that can move the canister down directly into the drainage channel; no one cares about that thing, and no one will mind if I take it out. Who would think that a minor character like me would dare to betray Him?" George said.

"This is a life-and-death matter," Mr. D reminded.

"Listen to me, my colleagues are diminishing, and moreover, some of them clearly have started to act abnormally; I don’t know why, but there’s a small group in the building with a pathological level of worship for Him, I think it’s some kind of memetic infection; I hope we act quickly, before I too become like them!" George said through gritted teeth.

"When I go back, I will report what you’ve revealed to the higher-ups; they will not take long to study the matter, and soon, you’ll be able to go home, and we’ll get His Black Medicine," Mr. D said.

"Soon? How soon? I heard that the United Council is a bloated organization, it could take months to just hold a meeting," George retorted.

"We are the Council Army; we’re different from the Council," Mr. D said.