Chapter 353: Abort Mission

Perseus POV

"Such resolve, such resistance. You truly are a challenge." she giggled "The night is long, and temptation never sleeps. I can relieve you if you surrender and tell us your identities and motives, how about that, hun? It's a very tempting deal."

The intensity of it is overwhelming. My heart was racing, pulsating erratically like some wild beast. Adrenaline was rushing and coursing through my veins and it felt like it was about to burst from my skin.

My fists were clenching involuntarily and so I dug my nails into my palms as my vision turned into a blood-red haze due to anger.

I can see Lust, she was this stupidly beautiful woman who looked to be around 30, with smooth brown skin, 170cm tall, amber color, and black hair. Don't let the others know this, but she's completely my type, her sparkly eyes, and that gorgeous smile...wait, I'm falling into the trap.

I don't know whether to be horny or angry, I'm incredibly confused, but I then lean into my anger rather than my lust. My once somewhat coherent and calculated thoughts were splintering into shards of madness. It's as if I'm drowning in my own emotions.

"Aye, that lady looks awesome, if you don't want to, give me control of your body." The voice said

"Your head's a mess." Wrath commented as he created some magical bind to hold me and Ruka still in place, "Heh, it's entertaining, this kind of anger is exactly what we're trying to avoid."

"Oh, how about we take on the job of destroying this world for them." the stupid voice suggested, "We then offer it to that beautiful hot woman and have incredible sex with her for the rest of eternity."

"Jack, we could really escape right about now." Ruka said while breathing heavily as it seemed that this bind prevented the use of magic and she would need to rely on my shadows.

Memories of the experiments were rushing back into me, the cold, sterile rooms, and the indifferent faces of those researchers who inflicted pain upon me resurfaced. Nothing was good, the stares, the injections...the screaming...

The scars, both physical and emotional, were burning anew as I was being overwhelmed by the memories, and the thought of the world always being my enemy slowly crept into me. My rage was this wound that refuses to heal.

Faces in my memories contorted into grotesque masks of hatred, and every whispered conversation becomes a conspiratorial plot to bring me down. I can remember the laughs of the guards as I struggle to be freed.

"Just end it, man, this world stinks anyway." the voice said

It was growing stronger with each passing moment. But I started to slowly accept it and for that brief moment, it felt like liberation, like freedom from the relentless torment of existence.

The world has been my tormentor, my jailer, and I am done being its victim. I see familiar faces of those who have judged, ostracized, and condemned me. At this moment, they are not just individuals, but they are the embodiment of a world that has rejected me.

This isn't good...my anger is rising, I need to escape before anything else happens.

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Lilith POV

Can't believe that they're actually letting me play my role individually, well, this is my fault for giving this kind of character all the time. I like being alone, but I can't believe that none of my sisters actually even offered to accompany me, I liked saying no.

So, my job is to go find Greed. Due to mortals having a lot of self-interested ideals, Mom said that he may be the easiest to find as she did go around and couldn't find him anywhere in the realm of the gods, so a clueless person like me in a strange world can find him easily.

Well, the reason is that since I am clueless, I can easily get scammed, so I'm an easy target for them to approach me. I don't get how I'm an easy target for scammers, I'm pretty smart, and if anything, they stopped me once they saw me texting this Indian prince who was offering me gold.

So, I went to a loan office, car dealerships, psychic parlors who possess no magic or vision abilities whatsoever, headquarters for online dating sites, and sketchy travel agencies... with my speed, I just ran around the world and tried to find those with a god's presence.

Mom gave me this pill that suppresses my godly aura, and my last stop is this so-called mega-church...what a weird word, for a televangelist. Also a weird word.

The lobby was a carnival of contradictions. The scent of freshly baked bread from the church bakery clashed with the faint scent of perfume. People, dressed in their Sunday best, bustled about, eagerly anticipating the sermon. The air buzzed with excitement and expectancy, like a prelude to a grand illusion.

It was weird. This televangelist thing is also considered weird by a lot of people, but these people are so desperate for miracles and riches that they'll buy into anything that promises a divine payday. Well, they call the process sowing seeds of faith or something.

The man in charge of this whole thing is named Elijah Samuel Thomas. Based on the pictures, he's a man in his early 60s, about 175cm tall, got blue eyes and white hair. I was trying to search for him, but the staff told me to just go take a seat and wait for him like everyone else.

After about an hour or so as they were preparing the cameras thingies, I sensed the presence of a god out of nowhere, it's been suppressed greatly, but not enough. This guy is it, what luck. I can take him on right now and end this pretty easily, but Mom said to not hurt the civilians, so that's a bit hard.

I took out my phone and texted everyone that I found Greed, but this phone thing is so small and as I was typing, Maple sent out a text saying that Lust was not at the location and for Perseus to abort the mission.