Hand Of God

Chapter 53 Eradication Operation

Now, everyone had left. The seriously injured and students were hiding in the underground venue, while Thomas and others were rushing towards that battlefield.

The entire gymnasium hall was empty, with only Adam standing here alone.

Adam took a few deep breaths and walked around the venue casually.

Although he always seemed nonchalant, being nonchalant didn't mean being careless. He knew that he was likely about to face the toughest battle since he came to this world.

"Three hours of resistance for three million dollars, an hourly wage of a million! Where can you find such a good job?"

"As long as I hold on, it's almost equivalent to being able to retire. I won't even have to worry about graduating and finding a job."

"If I'm lucky, maybe no Acolytes will come to bother me here."

Adam held a basketball, walking and joking to himself.

At the same time, he began to understand the ability he had just copied and successfully upgraded.

In the vast, empty stadium, only his voice echoed in the enclosed venue, lingering endlessly.

Of course, such a good thing as getting three million dollars just by enduring for three hours couldn't be easy to Adam.

At this moment, hundreds and thousands of Acolytes were in action. It was hard to imagine how they had organized such a large-scale operation.

Among those not responsible for the Summoning Ceremony, many were rushing towards the vicinity of the gymnasium.

Their purpose was simple -

"Eradication Operation": To nip the buds before they grow into towering trees! A genius that has not "grown up" is worthless; they were indeed targeting those students!

Doyles Stadium was a large venue with many complicated underground passages for the convenience of visitors and vehicles.

Now, these passages were filled with the furtive figures of Acolytes.

A small team of seven or eight people was moving swiftly, each silent and reeking of blood.

Suddenly, a scar-faced man spoke up:

"Leader, are we really just going to charge in like this? Aren't we worried about running into people like Thomas Freud?"

"Humph! No need to worry. Those people wouldn't dare to stay with the students," the leader replied coldly.

"After the Lord arrives, he will confront them directly. If they dare to stay by the students, the aftermath of the Lord's battle would be enough to kill those novices."

"What do you think they will do with these students?" the scar-faced man asked after a brief silence.

"Probably scatter them and hide them in various places, hoping to save them after fighting against the Lord."

"Humph! Our goal is to kill those brats as quickly as possible!"

"Use their heads to welcome the great birth of the Lord!"

After speaking, the stench of blood on him became even stronger as he accelerated forward.

Without another word, they just focused on their journey filled with murderous intent. Soon, they entered Doyles Stadium and arrived at the central venue.

At a glance, the venue was already empty, which was something they had anticipated.

So, the leader was about to give orders to split up and search.

But before he could speak, the leading Acolyte suddenly froze, as if he had seen a ghost.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes, as if doubting his own sight.

This place was not empty; there was a person—only he was completely ignoring them.

The person was wearing a hoodie, with a black base and golden stripes, the hood covering his face, giving off an air of mystery.

He was sitting there, head down, focused on what he was doing—juggling a ball.

Thud, thud, thud.

Holding a ping pong paddle, he kept juggling a ping pong ball, the yellow sphere bouncing up and down, making a crisp sound that seemed so eerie in this environment.

Seeing this, the Acolyte squad quickly contracted, gathering together as if facing a great enemy, all their eyes warily fixed on the seated figure.

When something is unusual, there must be something fishy!

Who was this person?

What was he doing?

Were there any ambushes around?

For a moment, no Acolyte dared to make a move, all intently watching Adam who was juggling the ball.

Thus, the frozen atmosphere lasted for two minutes before it was broken.

His hand slipped, and the ping pong ball fell to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

"Oops, almost made it to two hundred. What a pity."

As Adam spoke, he put down the paddle, took off his hat, and looked up at the Acolytes.

"Although it's unlikely, I really hope you guys are just here to exercise at the gym."

The Acolyte leader, seeing such a young and unfamiliar face, was taken aback at first, and then, as if ashamed of his previous fear, he blustered and shouted,

"Cut the f*****g crap! Who the hell are you, kid?!"

"I, I'm just a student who hasn't officially enrolled yet."

"But I know what you're here for. But I'm afraid, I'm here today, and I will be paid. So this path is blocked!"

As the words fell, a chill surged wildly!

A chill surged wildly, and Adam resorted to his usual tactic: donning an ice armor and wielding an ice staff, his entire body enveloped in a cold aura, with the entire podium beneath him instantly frozen over.

Hearing of Everything had already informed him of the general condition of the people in front of him. He knew that although there weren't many of them this time, they weren't that easy to deal with.

"Kid, are you a student? One who hasn't enrolled yet this year?"

"Hahahahaha! With just you? Wanting to stop us? That's sheer audacity!"

"How about this, you lead the way and take us to the others. We're in a good mood, so we might let you be the last one to die!"

"Hahaha, if you also wish to serve the Lord, you might just have a chance!"

The scar-faced man and the others burst into laughter upon hearing Adam directly reveal his identity, claiming he was just a freshman who hadn't enrolled yet. All their previous apprehensions and fears were instantly swept away, and they began to mock him loudly.

They regarded Adam as a foolish young man, full of youthful vigor and naivety, attempting to play the hero without understanding the gravity of the situation.

They relished such individuals, taking pleasure in crushing and tormenting them, and then watching the despair on their faces.

They took turns taunting him, in no hurry to make a move, as if they were a cat toying with a mouse.

Adam observed their behavior, but he wasn't angered. Instead, he continuously infused energy into his armor.

Trash-talking was fine; if he could keep them engaged in verbal sparring for three hours, his mission would be accomplished. So, he spoke up.

"How much does your so-called Lord pay you guys a month? Judging by your lackadaisical attitude, it can't be much, can it?"

"How about this? Let's all take a paid vacation together. I won't stand in your way after three hours, deal?"

Seeing that Adam showed no signs of fear and was instead making nonsensical remarks, the scar-faced man and the others felt a surge of indignation.

"Money? You dare to sully the glory of the Lord with such a vulgar human invention!"

The Acolytes' leader snorted coldly, clapped his hands together, and a golden longsword radiating a divine aura materialized in his grasp.

Adam didn't know what this was, but his intuition told him that it didn't seem like a typical superhuman superpower.

"See this? This is the Lord's reward to me! It's the most direct form of power from the Lord, completely different from your second-rate abilities."

He spoke in a language that Adam couldn't comprehend, all the while fanatically admiring the golden longsword in his hand.