Chapter 028: Storm

Wang Bo sorted out his chaotic thoughts, rose from the underground bar, and left. He had a new plan.

Back at the Ginza mansion, Wang Bo said to Friday, "Hack into the Black Ball system and use its power to find the last Transmigrator."

"Yes, master, but I need to get in contact with the Black Ball."

Miss Friday nodded. She knew well that the Black Ball's defenses were not weak. If she forcibly invaded its system, she would likely be counterattacked, and her location might even be pinpointed.

But since it was Wang Bo's order, Friday would never oppose it.

Wang Bo took Friday and, with a flash, appeared in the Black Ball room. Friday nimbly climbed onto the Black Ball and began to hack into its system, searching for intelligence.

Wang Bo was not idle either; he used magic to brainwash the man inside the Black Ball, making him cooperate with Friday's actions.

With a two-pronged approach, Friday quickly entered the network where the Black Ball resided, gaining access to various aliens living incognito on Earth and some little-known information.

With the help of the man inside the Black Ball, Friday was not discovered at first.

But as Friday's search expanded and she gathered more intelligence, she soon attracted the attention of other Black Balls. At this point, Friday should have immediately retreated.

However, due to Wang Bo's order, Friday did not retreat; instead, she had already found information on the last Transmigrator.

She was now risking exposure to download this data.

Three minutes later, the data download was complete.

Friday successfully withdrew from the Black Ball's internal network just seconds before being exposed.

"Found it, master."

"Good." Wang Bo couldn't help but show a faint smile. As he had imagined, the Black Balls were spread across the world, forming a vast network. Few things in this world could escape the Black Balls' notice.

The same went for Transmigrators.

"Let's go." Wang Bo teleported back to the villa with Friday in a flash, placed her on the coffee table, and asked, "Tell me, who is the last Transmigrator?"

Friday nodded, and her two electronic eyes projected the image of a man dressed as a pastor.

"The last Transmigrator is this man. His name is Goenitz."

Wang Bo clicked his tongue. He knew who this man was—one of the Eight Collective of the Orochi clan, and also one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the clan, with the ability to control wind, nicknamed "The Storm of the Whisper."

He was also one of the bosses of the King of Fighters world.

No wonder this guy could evade the control of the First Diary. In the King of Fighters world, Orochi was one of the wills of the Earth, holding a very high status. In a sense, it could also be considered a primordial deity, naturally able to circumvent cause and effect.

And Goenitz possessed the blood of Orochi within him, making him, in a sense, a divine child. It was not at all unbelievable that the First Diary was ineffective against him.

"Where is Goenitz?" Wang Bo asked.

Friday replied, "Goenitz is currently in a church in Tokyo."

"Address."

Friday's electronic eyes flickered, and Goenitz's image dissolved into specks of light that vanished, then gathered together to project a street. At the end of this street stood an ornately decorated church.

After confirming the street's location, Wang Bo's figure flickered and disappeared from the room.

The next second, he was already at the church's main entrance.

Wang Bo raised his hand, pushed open the church door, and walked in. Inside the spacious church, a man with his back to Wang Bo was praying to his lord.

And throughout the church, aside from Wang Bo and this man, there was no one else.

Hearing footsteps, the man said in a low voice without turning his head, "No mass today."

Wang Bo asked, "You are praying."

The man nodded and said, "Indeed."

"To whom are you praying?"

"To my lord."

"Is your lord God?"

The man paused his prayer, turned around, and looked at Wang Bo. Wang Bo also looked at the man. It was indeed the big boss of the King of Fighters world in '96, Storm Goenitz.

Goenitz looked at Wang Bo with sharp eyes and said slowly, "My lord is my lord."

"But I can be sure your lord is not God. You pray to another lord on God's turf. You're quite something." Wang Bo couldn't help but marvel.

This could only be done in a godless world. If you did this in a world with gods, believe me, a bunch of angels would descend in no time to teach you a lesson.

"Who are you?" Feeling that his inner thoughts had been seen through, Goenitz couldn't help but ask a question that made Wang Bo's ears grow calluses. Wang Bo had heard this question countless times.

But he still answered, "I am Wang Bo, someone who can help you."

"No one can help me." Goenitz shook his head.

"I can." Wang Bo said.

Goenitz couldn't be bothered with Wang Bo and said in a low voice, "Please leave."

He simply didn't believe Wang Bo could help him.

Wang Bo continued, "I can help you meet your lord."

Goenitz was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh, "You don't know my lord." The implication was that if you don't even know my lord, yet you want me to meet him, you're just dreaming.

"Orochi, why be so mysterious?" Wang Bo said with a smile. "With your mysterious demeanor, I thought your lord was the unnameable Cthulhu."

Goenitz finally became serious. An invisible breeze lifted the hem of his robe; with just a thought, this breeze could transform into a devastating storm at any moment.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Didn't I just say? Why don't you people listen? I'm Wang Bo." Wang Bo said helplessly.

Goenitz stared at him with sharp eyes. Wang Bo slowly and briefly introduced his background. "Now you should believe that I can let you meet your lord, right?"

Goenitz said, "Unbelievable."

Wang Bo didn't deny it and said, "In a sense, it is indeed so."

"I don't know if I should believe you, but my intuition tells me that what you said can be believed. Although I find it incredible, my intuition never lies."

Goenitz possessed the blood of Orochi and was the leader of the Eight Collective. His sixth sense was astonishingly powerful.

Ordinary people simply couldn't lie in front of him.

Wang Bo was well aware of this. Just like now, he could tell at a glance whether what an ordinary person said was true or false. These abilities were nothing for someone at his level.

The same went for Goenitz. After all, he had the blood of Orochi; he couldn't be fooled by crude lies.

Unless Wang Bo deliberately used some lying abilities and techniques.