The Deity Organization

Clicking the shortcut icon with the mouse, Huo Xuan opened a new page—black background with blue text, featuring two links: "Mission Board" and "Mission Acceptance."

Curious, he clicked "Mission Acceptance." A menu instantly popped up with four categories: Economy, Politics, Society, and Nature.

Selecting "Society," he found a dropdown list with over a hundred specialized options: assassination of individuals, suppression of groups, support for individuals, suppression of individuals, and more.

Next, he explored the "Economy" section. Subcategories included financial aid, equity acquisition, economic operations, corporate takeovers—again numbering in the hundreds.

Are these all missions available for acceptance?

He clicked "Equity Acquisition" under Economy. A scrollable menu appeared, listing tasks. One mission, for example, involved acquiring 5% equity in a U.S. bank, with a reward of 300 "points."

Unfamiliar with equity markets, Huo Xuan couldn't discern much, but the sidebar displayed the Dragon Head's profile: codename "Dragon Head," contribution points exceeding 65,000.

With 65,000 points, how many tasks could the Dragon Head issue? What's their real-world value? The laptop's purpose became clear, and his mind raced.

After a moment, he clicked "Financial Aid" under Economy. One task stood out: a user codenamed "Lobo" requested $120 million in cash, offering 120 contribution points in return.

Huo Xuan's eyes widened. So one point equals $1 million? He now understood—these "contribution points" were the same as the "merit points" the Dragon Head had mentioned.

Stunned, he closed the page and opened the folder on the desktop. Inside were six documents detailing the laptop's usage, the structure of eastern underground factions, territorial divisions, and the Dragon Head's personal records—family matters and classified operations.

After reading, his mind reeled. How could such a powerful organization exist?

In the shadows of the world lurked an enigmatic and formidable entity: the ​Deity Organization. Established before the First Industrial Revolution, it had initially been limited in scope and influence.

But with the dawn of the digital age, the Deity Organization harnessed the internet to expand. It created an open platform and introduced a virtual currency more authoritative than the dollar or euro: ​Contribution Points.

While traditional currencies held economic power, they were mere symbols of exchange—incapable of buying everything. Wealth didn't always translate to authority.

Contribution Points, however, were multifunctional. Holders could exchange them for anything: objects, events, even destiny itself.

With enough points, one could become U.S. President or EU Chairman. They could orchestrate assassinations, acquire any corporation, reshape nations, or alter the course of history.

The implications were terrifying. Like the Federal Reserve's grip on the global economy through the dollar, the Deity Organization—as the sole issuer of Contribution Points—wielded unparalleled influence over the world order.

Hence its self-proclaimed title: ​Deities. As if celestial rulers, they governed all beneath the heavens, untouchable and supreme.

Just then, Lin Yue stirred awake. Seeing Huo Xuan at the computer, she rubbed her eyes and asked, "Little brother, what are you up to?"

Huo Xuan closed the laptop with a smile. "Nothing much, just checking some references. Sleep well?"

Stretching languidly—a movement that accentuated her curves—Lin Yue said, "Well enough, but I'm starving."

Suppressing his excitement, Huo Xuan moved to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. "Let's get dinner, then."

Lin Yue brightened. "I grew up in Yundong—I know all the best spots. Shall we go now?"

Huo Xuan nodded eagerly. "I've heard Yundong cuisine is refreshingly delicate. Let's feast!"

They dressed quickly and headed straight for Lin Yue's recommended restaurant. A hotel chauffeur ensured their swift arrival.

As Huo Xuan stepped out, Lin Yue suddenly grabbed his arm, her brow furrowing at the vehicles parked outside. "Little brother, let's pick somewhere else."

Puzzled, he asked, "Why?"

"Those cars belong to several Lin family juniors. With them here... it'll be awkward. Lin Ye's car is among them too."

Huo Xuan chuckled. "Yue-jie, let's pretend we didn't see them. The place is huge—we'll just grab a private room."

Seeing reason, Lin Yue agreed. They entered and secured an elegant third-floor chamber.

While waiting for their order, Huo Xuan's phone rang—Huo Guoqiang calling. His voice was hoarse with strain. "Xiao Xuan... Han Xiao's family... there's been an accident."

Huo Xuan stiffened. "Uncle, don't panic. Her father's a district Party secretary—what could possibly happen?"

"Her parents... car crash. They didn't make it. Both gone." The man's voice cracked with grief, revealing his deep affection for Han Xiao. "She's devastated, won't speak a word. I'm beside myself."

Huo Xuan's blood ran cold. "A car crash? Impossible!"

A Qinglong District Party secretary held deputy provincial rank. Such officials traveled with police escorts ahead and security details behind—the odds of an accident were lower than winning the lottery ten times straight.

Huo Guoqiang ground out, "I know it reeks of foul play. You know the mayor—can you make inquiries?"

Sighing, Huo Xuan said, "I'll look into it when we're back in Jiangzhou. But don't get your hopes up—I doubt I'll uncover much. Focus on comforting Han Xiao for now. Leave the rest to me."