My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Faceless Ghost God Son?

Su Chen walked out of the wooden house, still pondering. Jasper was already extremely rare, not to mention scarlet, which had never appeared in the history of the Tribunal.

“I wonder if my talent can reach the scarlet level after I become a Spirit User.” Su Chen thought to himself.

He had inquired at the Tribunal’s Translation Department, but there were very few ways to fundamentally improve one’s talent.

Only a few professions, among which the Scholar and The Wise were the most widespread.

There were temporary ways to boost talent to meet some strange job requirements, but these were just deceptions, only increasing the success rate of the job, with no essential difference.

“I can also see if the path of the Immaculate can be completed, or if it still lacks something.” Su Chen had been looking forward to this for a long time. Thinking of the Yuandu people who had not yet arrived, he couldn’t help but sigh: “Why are they so slow? Can’t they hurry up?”

Old Sang waited for him outside the forest. Walking along the winding path, he again thought of what Pu Zhenghong had said about the uniqueness of Morning Star Tier professions, and couldn’t help but exclaim:

“Morning Star Tier is indeed extraordinary. The upper limit of the influence of high-tier Demonic God Power is an eighth-tier profession, and Morning Star Tier is not among them.”

“However, it seems no one has ever taken a Morning Star Tier profession before, but Pu Zhenghong spoke so confidently. Could it be information obtained from that ruin?”

Pu Zhenghong clearly explained what recognition and selection were, and that ruin seemed very dangerous, making it unlikely that the information came from there.

“Strange…”

As Su Chen was thinking, he had already walked out of the small forest. Sang Hanhai saw him deep in thought and knew that Pu Zhenghong hadn’t hidden anything from him, so he teased, “How is it? An eye-opener, right?”

“Indeed.” Su Chen came back to his senses and nodded, deeply agreeing, “I didn’t expect a profession to be so wondrous.”

“Haha…” Sang Hanhai laughed, “Morning Star Tier can no longer be simply called a profession; it can even be called a ‘Spiritual Being’.”

“Your talent for resonating with the Holy Word Stone might allow you to explore a different path, gaining information from the stone slab, and even its recognition.”

Su Chen also had some expectations, mainly wanting to see what the difference was between a profession that generated spirituality in the outside world and one derived from the panel.

Sang Hanhai saw him off from the Translation Department, but Su Chen did not return directly to the Tribunal. Instead, he set a new coordinate.

Before long, he arrived at his destination, a place in Yingfeng’s East City. The hovercar stopped on the street. After Su Chen got out, he looked around and spotted a figure, then quickly walked over.

The other party led him to a secret stronghold nearby. Teng Liang and Bu Siqi were both there, surrounded by various instruments and equipment. The staff were busy observing the surroundings.

“Junior Brother, is this the place?” Teng Liang asked upon his arrival, his gaze fixed on the holographic virtual projection in front of him.

“Yes, according to the intel I received, it’s probably here, but I’m not sure if it’s real.” Su Chen glanced at the tactical table, on which was a three-dimensional map of a small park.

This was the place where he felt a strange sensation. He had asked Teng Liang to bring people here earlier, and as for the reason, Su Chen concocted some intel.

He had been in the Tribunal for more than half a year, and as a core seed, it was normal for him to have his own intelligence channels. As long as the information wasn’t too outlandish, no one would question its source too much.

“This place is rarely visited, and the detection devices haven’t found anything amiss.” Bu Siqi fiddled with a detection device nearby. “If the intel is correct, the exact location will be hard to find.”

“It’s just this one area, just sweep it over.” Teng Liang said indifferently.

“Then the Supervision Department people will definitely come running at the news.” Bu Siqi said.

“I’ll handle it,” Su Chen said. Bu Siqi raised an eyebrow, hinting, “Junior Brother, you seem to be very close to the Supervision Department.”

“They want to win me over to cause trouble in the dark,” Su Chen said bluntly.

“As long as you know what you’re doing. You’re a core seed, be careful not to give others something to talk about.” Bu Siqi warned. They were both violent agencies of Yingfeng, so it was unavoidable for the Tribunal’s people to get involved with them.

But Su Chen’s situation was clearly not just a simple involvement. The Tribunal and the Security Division had constant friction, and the conflict at the lower levels was quite significant.

Teng Liang had already given the order for his subordinate judges to lead their teams and conduct a step-by-step screening.

“What exactly is it that feels so strange?” Su Chen also looked at the virtual projection in front of him.

………

At the same time, in a hidden space beneath the park, the grayish-white crystal on the altar flickered constantly. Faceless Men knelt on the ground, reporting:

“God Son, we still haven’t contacted the Chief Priest. The priests have returned to the embrace of the Holy Lord, making it difficult for us to construct a perfect magic array.”

“Useless!” The grayish-white crystal flickered, emitting a cold and harsh voice.

To this day, he could still recall the gigantic arm that descended from the sky. A portion of his consciousness was wiped out within that vessel.

He had almost never suffered such humiliation. He had thought that the biggest trouble this time would be competing with the believers of other gods, but unexpectedly, he had repeatedly fallen into the hands of the same native.

That brute, who would act decisively at the slightest suspicion, had a temper even more violent than his own.

“When the Holy Feast begins, I will make sure you taste despair.”

But for now, impatience was useless.

In order to reclaim his body and make the Tribunal feel sufficiently threatened, he had already deployed almost all of his subordinates and power.

Now that he couldn’t contact the Chief Priest, he could only think of other ways.

“Since the vessel failed to achieve a high position and see the stone slab, Yingfeng’s arrangements have been completely ruined. I must inform the main body as soon as possible and quickly unite with other Demonic Gods to push for the Holy Feast.”

He had secretly lurked, taking the upper hand, and had the opportunity to gain the greatest rewards without the Holy Feast even beginning, but that was now in the past.

“What’s the situation with the other gods’ believers?” he asked again.

“Less than one in ten, barely surviving.” The faceless man prostrate on the ground shook his head.

After a moment of silence in the grayish-white crystal, it spoke again: “When the commotion dies down, you’ll find a way to leave the city and pass on the message using primitive methods…”

Before he could finish speaking, the metal ceiling above trembled violently, emitting a harsh screech, and then exploded.

Concrete debris crashed down, twisted steel bars protruded from the broken sections. Amidst the swirling dust, a familiar thick arm slammed down with a resounding thud.

“This is…” The grayish-white crystal in the center of the altar flickered rapidly. He hadn’t expected to see this arm again, and within him, there was even a faint sense of terror, as if he had been traumatized.

The arm punched its way in, and then suddenly clenched its fist. A circular shockwave rippled out, and spiderweb-like cracks spread along the surrounding walls at an terrifying speed. Concrete debris was thrown into the air by the vibrations.

And the faceless man who had just been prostrate on the ground was sent flying, smashing into the wall and becoming a pulp of flesh.

Boom!

The top was ripped open, and daylight streamed in. Teng Liang clung to the crack, his massive head poking through, his voice booming like a bell, “It’s here.”

Upon hearing the signal, numerous judges leaped down, spreading out like a tide from the passage in all directions.

“How could it be, this guy again!”

The grayish-white crystal fell into a corner, covered in dust. He was furious and incredulous.

How could the other party have found his hiding place so quickly?

“No, I must not be discovered. The main body doesn’t know what’s happening here. Damn the Nether Mist, damn Teng Liang!” He suppressed all fluctuations, gradually transforming into an inconspicuous crystal, blending in with the concrete debris.

“It really is here…” Bu Siqi stood at the crack, arms crossed, looking at the empty space below with surprise.

“These Demonic God cultists all seem to like building their nests underground.” Su Chen stood to the side, not going down.

“They have no choice. Faceless Ghost cultists can disguise themselves as others, but Black Tuo cultists have very obvious features. Without disguise, they’d be noticed immediately.” Bu Siqi shook his head.

“Even with disguise, their behavior is still very strange. They also have to conceal the energy fluctuations of their Guiding, which requires special materials to block detection. So they pretty much have to go underground.”

The intensity of the resistance here was shockingly low. Let alone Teng Liang, even Bu Siqi didn’t have to lift a finger. Wu Yang, along with a few third-tier judges, managed to finish it.

“Only five believers?” Bu Siqi looked at the figures being led away in cages, highly disappointed. “I thought it was a big nest.”

“Most of them probably died in the last attack,” Teng Liang said. “There probably aren’t many believers left in the city. This is just mopping up.”

“And they also got rid of Wei Yinsuo.” Bu Siqi sighed. Although he wished Wei Yinsuo dead, he was still a living force in the Tribunal. He wasn’t very excited about it.

“Old Wu, have you found any strange items?” Su Chen asked Wu Yang, who was beside him.

“Not yet,” Wu Yang shook his head. “This place is quite large, and my subordinates are still searching.”

Su Chen nodded thoughtfully. His perception wouldn’t be wrong; there must be something strange hidden here.

After waiting for a while, items were transported up, stacked together, and almost all collected.

Bu Siqi looked at the overall map that had been constructed and was quite surprised, “This place is really not small, and there are many traces of life. It’s estimated that no less than thirty believers lived here once.”

“I guessed wrong. It really was a large nest, but unfortunately, it’s an empty one.”

Wu Yang also reported, “The items collected are basically common evil objects related to the Faceless Ghost, and there are no Guiding or similar items.”

“None?” Su Chen raised an eyebrow, walked to a large iron box, where all the collected items were stored.

There were human skin masks, and even separate facial features like noses and mouths, which looked quite creepy.

Su Chen rummaged through them.

“What are you looking for?” Bu Siqi squatted beside him, watching Su Chen’s actions.

“Just checking to see if anything important was missed.” Su Chen said casually, lightly touching each item.

Bu Siqi quickly grew bored and jumped into the hole to look below.

Su Chen’s movements suddenly paused, his fingertips touching a grayish-white crystal, and his expression changed.

“He… he can actually discover me?”

In the grayish-white crystal, the spirit son’s consciousness looked at the enlarged face in front of him.

It was clear that when Su Chen touched the grayish-white crystal, his expression changed, indicating he had detected something.

“I’ve encased it in divine power, and my father’s power is best at disguise. How could he…”

In Yingfeng, he had encountered too many inexplicable things, things he had never seen anywhere else.

Immediately, a sense of alarm spread, and a sucking sensation came from outside. His consciousness floated out uncontrollably.

He felt the divine power wrapping his consciousness being constantly drawn out, and even his own consciousness was pulled out along with it.

This incredible event filled him with a hint of terror and shock, “He can devour the power of the Father God, and even my consciousness?”

“What the hell is this thing!”

He was convinced that this person was definitely not human, but some kind of life form disguised in human skin.

[Discovered an invasion of heterogeneous energy, domestication successful, gained mid-tier Faceless Ghost Demonic Power, applicable to professions of Tier 6 and below.]

[Discovered a fragmented consciousness of the Faceless Ghost God Son, successful absorption by the priest, can choose to disguise as a Faceless Ghost Priest, gains ability—Faceless: collects biological information of others for disguise.]

“Faceless Ghost God Son?” Su Chen looked at the panel prompt in astonishment, listening to the faint wailing in his ears, then looked at the crystal in his hand, surprised:

“There’s a God Son hidden in here?”

“Could it be the one that possessed Meng Qi?” He couldn’t help but speculate, “Is it really a descendant of the Faceless Ghost? Or is it also a form of belief level?”

He guessed that what he felt earlier was this thing. Su Chen weighed the grayish-white crystal in his hand, which subtly showed cracks.

The divine power had been drawn out, and the hidden God Son’s consciousness had also been drawn out. This thing was now useless.

“A mid-tier Faceless Ghost power, not bad. It also gave the priest an ability, disguise… I’ll have to try it out sometime…”

Su Chen nonchalantly put it back in its original place.

Next was the cleanup work. Su Chen found what he was looking for and had no further interest in staying there, so he told Teng Liang and returned to the Tribunal.

On the way in the hovercar, Su Chen was still thinking, “To be able to create Meng Qi’s perfect disguise, could it really be the son of the Faceless Ghost? A fragmented consciousness…”

…

At the same time, in a place extremely far from Yingfeng, a gigantic Faceless Statue, over a thousand meters high, was slowly moving. Its form was fluid, and its body above the neck was a perfectly smooth sphere, without any facial features.

The colossal statue eerily floated above the ground, slowly moving towards a certain location. Wherever it passed, grayish-white mist would part for it, and numerous faceless figures followed silently behind it.

On the statue’s shoulder, a tall, slender figure stood there, its facial features constantly changing.

Sometimes it was an old man with white hair, sometimes a seductive young girl, and sometimes a calm and steady middle-aged man.

At a certain moment, he suddenly spoke, his voice layered: “Something happened in Yingfeng; a part of my consciousness was destroyed.”

“God Son…” Someone next to him spoke, with his own facial features, an old man with a face full of crevices. “It seems your plan failed.”

When he spoke, there was no fanaticism in his tone. “Do you know what happened?”

“This Nether Mist isolates everything. I can’t know what happened, I only know he disappeared.” The God Son shook his head.

“That complicates things,” the old man frowned. “It seems we can only move forward with the Holy Feast.”

The God Son’s features and voice kept changing, “It’s rare to encounter a Morning Star Tier profession on a planet. Compared to the Holy Feast, I’d rather corrupt its spirituality.”

“Only then can the Father God be more joyful.”

(End of this chapter)