Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 144 The Balancing Organization? Nothing special!
The sudden death startled some people, but the group of experienced and shrewd individuals quickly regained their composure.

The matter is already quite clear; a little speculation will lead to the conclusion.

A powerful, omnipresent entity called "Balance" periodically resurrects 10 to 20 people who died unexpectedly, bringing them into a hunt.

Those who survive can live a long life with a second chance. How things will develop afterward remains to be seen.

And clearly, the sign of being resurrected for a second life is the appearance of a black and white bird tattoo on the palm.

If these people do not participate in the hunt and choose to escape, there may be a limited range within which they will die without reason if they leave.

Now, another piece of information has to be added, revealing that this unknown entity will also die.

This explains why those people were so stubborn and unwilling to talk before.

After all, no matter how great the benefits or threats, they are insignificant in the face of life.

Moreover, these people have all died once, so they should cherish their lives even more.

"It seems we can confirm that a completely new extraordinary organization has emerged..."

The video conference room fell silent, but was finally broken by the blond-haired President Trump speaking.

Meanwhile, MacArthur was observing everyone's expressions.

Upon hearing this, he looked away from behind his sunglasses and nodded affirmatively.

"That's right, it can be confirmed that this is an extraordinary force with a complete organizational structure and operational guidelines."

"Unfortunately, the true decision-making body of this organization, which is temporarily named 'Balance,' remains shrouded in mystery, and no deeper information or images have been captured so far."

"Due to its small scale, simple pattern of behavior, and tendency to avoid crowded places, it is temporarily considered neutral."

After saying this, MacArthur closed the paper document in his hand and looked up to indicate that he had finished presenting the information to be announced at today's meeting.

According to the procedure, the next step is to ask some questions and discuss the next action plan.

And then, as expected.

An elderly man, dressed in fine clothes, had not made any unnecessary movements since the meeting began, but he was the first to speak.

"General MacArthur, what is the current status of the remaining ten individuals arrested and imprisoned by this organization called Balance?"

MacArthur knew this old man; he was the person behind a pharmaceutical company.

It can be said that they are a capitalist family that controls half of the Federation's lifeline in the medical and pharmaceutical fields.

The other party's tone clearly indicated that they weren't holding back anything good.

In such a formal setting, it wasn't appropriate not to answer, so I could only lower my eyes and utter a stiff sentence.

"He is still being held in custody, and my men are trying to extract more information about the organization through other means."

Hearing this, the well-dressed old man did not notice the unusual tone in the other person's voice.

He simply nodded with a calm expression.

He then straightened his collar, turned around, and bowed to Trump in the center.

"Your Excellency, I recommend that the ten innocent citizens detained be released immediately, and that compensation and reassurance be provided."

Before Trump could even reply to his words, MacArthur couldn't sit still any longer.

He stood up directly from behind the conference table.

"Osborne! Watch your words!"

"Stop with your annoying rhetoric. There are no innocent civilians here; they are all superhuman terrorists who could threaten the Federation at any moment!"

As for this blunt accusation...

The old man named Osborne on the screen remained unmoved, even bowing slightly in MacArthur's direction.

"I'm sorry, General MacArthur, but it is immoral to use the lives of innocent civilians as a means of achieving merit."

"Besides, we are all just executors. This kind of thing should be left to the President to decide."

These words were so well-placed that even those who could clearly sense his hidden meaning could find no fault with them.

Having never been good at debating, MacArthur, a former soldier, could only stare intently at his opponent for a while before giving up and returning to his seat.

Meanwhile, the others watched the whole thing with schadenfreude.

Trump, who had remained silent, lowered his eyes and pondered for a while before finally speaking.

"General MacArthur, release those who are imprisoned, and make reparations and appease them."

"Furthermore, the information was released by a soon-to-retire military officer, who acted on his own initiative to detain citizens."

As the president who can manage an entire vast country, he is certainly not a fool.

Everyone present was aware of the words spoken by the head of Osborn Corporation and the implications behind them.

Anyone with a bit of inside information can understand what's going on in their family.

A genetic disease has long plagued the Osborn family.

This means that each generation of them can only live to the age of 40 before rapidly aging and dying.

That vast medical and commercial empire and biological experimentation industry were merely byproducts of self-preservation.

Those words just now clearly showed that this old man, who was on his deathbed, was once again pinning his hope for life on this newly emerged supernatural organization.

To others, it was nothing more than a blind attempt to save themselves.

Although the Osborne family is quite powerful, it is still slightly inferior to other top families and government officials.

It's extremely difficult to get a share of the pie in other extraordinary fields.

Clearly, this newly emerging supernatural force presents an opportunity.

Everyone understands this, so most people just watch the show in silence.

But as the highest-ranking person in the United States, Trump has much more to think about.

Regardless of the authenticity of the information obtained by expending the resources of a member of the opposing organization.

The fact that someone can instantly take a life under the best medical supervision in the United States simply by uttering a single sentence is particularly terrifying.

Moreover, they also possess abilities such as resurrection, unpredictable invisibility, or teleportation.

The mere fact that it transcends the boundary between life and death is something that no existing supernatural organization within the Federation, such as werewolf and vampire families, can compare to.

Perhaps only the terrifying hell and the mysterious heaven can be said to be superior.

It would be unwise to antagonize such a mysterious and powerful organization for the sake of information that could be obtained with just a little more effort.

As a general, MacArthur was determined to strengthen the United States.

However, this long-standing ability to command overwhelming support and the confidence cultivated by leading a powerful army have also caused him to lose the ability to accurately assess the gap in strength between himself and the enemy.

Moreover, among all the extraordinary forces we've encountered so far...

MacArthur's Extraordinary Response Force has been too successful all along.

This led him to underestimate and misjudge the supernatural organization to some extent.

But Trump, as president, knew all too well the terrifying aspects of the extraordinary.

This is why he chose to agree with Osborne and release the detainees.

Whether Osborne will benefit from this remains to be seen, but the downsides of not releasing him are certain.

But clearly, MacArthur, who had just sat down, did not understand.

Upon hearing the order issued by Trump, he froze for a moment, then looked at the blond president on the screen opposite him with a puzzled tone.

"Your Excellency, President..."

"Alright, General MacArthur, this is naturally in the best interest of the Union. Just carry out the order."

The question was abruptly and forcefully interrupted.

Upon hearing these words, MacArthur's expression changed, as if he had realized the key point. He then nodded to indicate that he understood.

"Yes, Your Excellency President. After the meeting, I will release the detainees and handle the follow-up matters."

Seeing that his capable lieutenant had finally realized what was happening, Trump nodded slightly.

He then changed the subject.

"Regarding this newly emerged supernatural organization, we should first make friendly contact and avoid rashly engaging in combat."

"Unless it shows hostility toward the Union, the United States, as an inclusive nation, will naturally not exclude its own supernatural powers."

"In order to prevent similar incidents, the scope of investigations by agents in various regions will be expanded."

"We strive to be able to react and make judgments quickly at the first moment when some extraordinary events occur." As he said this, he glanced around at the officials from various fields, then turned his gaze back to the table.

"And General MacArthur, you should also send more men to investigate any other clandestine supernatural organizations that may exist in America."

"Search for individuals who hold ancient professions such as wizards, sorcerers, mages, or alchemists to investigate whether they might be hidden supernatural beings."

As the order was issued, all the federal officials nodded in acknowledgment that they had received it.

Those family members or businesses that participated in the meeting under the guise of cooperation or assistance all bowed to the center and indicated that they would cooperate.

Next.

After a series of formulaic meeting summaries, the displays on the connected devices went dark one by one.

Finally, Trump exchanged a few words with a grim-faced MacArthur, and then, like him, cut off all communication.

The meeting room fell silent once again.

The secretive internal meeting came to an end.

At this moment, atop a towering skyscraper in downtown Manhattan, New York City.

A room decorated in a retro style, reminiscent of old European aristocracy.

Osborne's previously trembling and hunched body straightened up abruptly the moment the communication ended.

He then casually tossed the cane that had been with him for over a decade onto the carpet beside him.

His face, which had been expressionless in the video, suddenly became respectful.

He turned to a young man sitting on a sofa not far behind him, his legs crossed and most of his body hidden in shadow, and bowed respectfully.

"Lord Smith, greetings. I have proposed to the President the release of the remaining ten newly recruited members of the Extraordinary Organization who are currently in official custody, and this has been accepted."

"He should be released tomorrow, at which point the Earl can send someone to make contact."

The young man, whose body was mostly shrouded in shadow, showed little reaction to this formal and respectful attitude.

He took a leisurely sip of the wine glass in his hand, then drank the bright red liquid inside in one gulp.

On the face shrouded in shadow, a pair of blood-red pupils gradually lit up, piercing the shadows and looking at Osborne, who was bending over waiting for a reply.

Waited for a moment.

Only then did he leisurely get up from the sofa and stroll over to the floor-to-ceiling window that seemed to be located in the clouds.

The neon lights flashing in the night outside the window looked like a scene from some futuristic science fiction.

The cool moonlight shone through the thick bulletproof glass, making the young man's meticulously styled hair and blue-purple suit look incredibly alluring.

At this moment, he, who had remained silent the entire time, raised a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, revealing a pair of sharp fangs that gleamed with a cold light.

“Well done, Mr. Osborne.”

"I came to you because you have a good relationship with my family, and I hope you will cherish this opportunity."

"How does this body feel? Limitless stamina and energy—something many people can't achieve in their entire lives..."

Upon hearing this, Osborne, who had been bending over and waiting, straightened up and looked at the young man's back.

A pair of equally scarlet, but slightly dim, pupils gleamed with suppressed excitement.

Then, he began to speak in a voice that was old but filled with suppressed excitement.

"Yes, yes! Your Excellency! I have never felt so good."

"Since learning about the hereditary disease in my family, I have been living in the shadows, only able to feel my body weakening and aging little by little."

"Even with the world's most advanced technology, one can only live a few years longer than their ancestors..."

"But now I feel a sense of ease I've never felt before! It's simply a miracle!"

Hearing the increasingly agitated words behind him, Smith moved and turned around.

He raised an eyebrow and said in a somewhat amused tone.

"You're satisfied with this? You're just a slightly better blood servant among the vampires now, with a weak body and a meager supply of blood."

“This is just the beginning, Mr. Osborne.”

"An immortal body, eternal life, and immense power—these are all things you can obtain."

"As long as you help the vampire clan expand and develop, oh... no, no, now I should say, help 'our' family expand and develop."

As he spoke, he glanced up and down at Osborn, who, though he had regained his energy, still looked old and frail, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the area around his temple.

He was originally in his thirties and already had some faint wrinkles, but now, his skin is smooth to the touch, as tender as a baby's.

"As long as you do well, you can get everything that you can only dream of, even restoring your youthful appearance is just the most basic reward."

"Ah~ I remember your only child, who also has the same disease as you."

"You wouldn't want to see his body, like yours, slowly aging and waiting to die, would you?"

Although these words were somewhat rude, Osborne didn't care at all.

As he listened to what the other person was saying, Osborne also thought of his young son.

As his only son, he still lived a carefree life.

They had no idea that in just over a decade, they would age overnight and gradually approach the end of their lives, waiting to die of old age.

This further solidified his resolve.

"Yes, Your Excellency! I will dedicate everything to the vampire clan!"

"I only ask that the noble vampires grant my son the same opportunity for advancement, and an even more powerful bloodline!"

Smith nodded in satisfaction at his reaction.

"Not bad, very good~"

"You proposed the release in the previous meeting."

"They probably all think you want to get your hands on the extraordinary power of that newly emerging organization."

"That is also your justifiable reason to take action."

At this moment, the elderly Osborne, who was standing respectfully, also had a very serious expression.

After a moment's thought, he bowed and touched his chest, asking respectfully.

"Your Excellency Earl, wise Dark Knight, what should I do next?"

When asked about the question, Smith simply flaunted his cape with a flourish.

Turn around and look at the dazzling city night view.

"Just follow my instructions from now on..."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, placed it in front of his eyes, and slowly clenched it.

It was as if he held the entire beautiful yet polluted city in his hands.

"...A balancing organization? It's fit for the vampires!"

"... "

at this time.

Raise your gaze.

It penetrated through the floor slab.

It pierced through the clouds.

Finally, it stopped above the thin, sand-like clouds, illuminated by the moonlight.

Under a full moon as round as a jade plate.

A slightly larger crow scanned the sky with its two eyes before flying over the bustling city.

As the preset program is triggered.

Strands of information, invisible to ordinary people, were scattered across the city below.

Of course, it also covered the towering skyscraper that had just pierced the clouds.

Hidden "resurrection" programs have been deeply implanted into the bodies of every intelligent life in the city.

And the crow that did all this.

It changed its perspective and flew towards the faint lights in the distance.

(End of this chapter)