I Devour Deities

The corridor was thick with the stench of blood.

On the floor lay the bodies of five girl group members, chopped to pieces and strewn about. Their swimsuit-clad figures, now pale with patches of exposed skin, were smeared with fresh blood and dust, creating an eerie and sinister atmosphere.

"God Lin, it's me, Li Taiwu!"

The first young man to emerge, despite his panic, managed to squeeze out a smile and greeted Lin Baici.

He glanced at the body of the lead girl on the ground; they had made plans to meet just half a month ago, and now they were separated by life and death.

"Lin Baici, a friend of Jin Yingzhen!"

Lin Baici took a quick look around; there were still quite a few people, probably more than thirty.

"God Lin, are you a divine hunter?"

"What do we do now? Hide and wait for rescue?"

"By the time the Sejong Order's people come, we'll all be dead!"

The young people huddled together, buzzing with discussion.

From their conversations and behavior, Lin Baici roughly figured out their identities and status. Those who could access this floor were either Li Taiwu's VIP guests or close friends brought by these people, mostly girls.

These friends knew their place, or rather, knew their words carried little weight, so they remained silent.

"God Lin, can you purify this rule contamination?"

Li Taiwu looked at Lin Baici, still relatively calm: "Money is no object!"

"Too little information, unclear."

Lin Baici couldn't guarantee: "Have you offended anyone?"

His own luck was just unbelievable. He attended Jin Yingzhen's friend's birthday party and stumbled upon a Divine taboo game. Would he have to consult fortune-telling before going out in the future?

"My family has many competitors!"

Li Taiwu was the only son of the chairman of the Samson Group. Although his father had several illegitimate children in secret, even if they had him killed, they wouldn't be eligible to inherit the fortune.

Legally, they weren't considered part of the Li family.

As for competitors, there were too many. The Samson Group had become the number one giant in Korea, and anyone could guess they had made plenty of enemies.

But none of that mattered now. Survival was the priority.

"God Lin, as long as I survive, once I take over the Samson Group, I can give you one ten-thousandth of the shares!"

Li Taiwu made a direct offer.

Everyone who heard this, even in the midst of crisis, couldn't help but gasp in surprise, their faces crawling with envy.

One ten-thousandth might sound small, but considering the Samson Group was not only the top in the country but ranked 21st among the global Fortune 500 last year, with annual profits exceeding 300 billion US dollars, it was a conservative estimate that God Lin, after paying all kinds of income taxes, would still pocket tens of millions of dollars a year, and he wouldn't have to manage anything. It was a bloody fortune.

Cui Shixiao did some quick math and immediately felt sour, as if he had just been fished out of lemon water.