American Comics: BOSS Invasion

It's hard to say when it started, but more and more people in the city began wearing the same white uniform. The only differences were slight variations in the edges and ornaments. The overall color and material of the clothes were impossible to replicate with any other material.

The Land of Rice Fields was a small country. Apart from the capital, almost no outsiders passed through the rest of the land.

Precisely because of this, the capital became an important hub for commerce and a necessary stop for long journeys. To go from the Land of Rice Fields to the Land of Hot Water, or even further to the Land of Light, as well as to the Hidden Leaf Village and the Land of Earth to the north, one had to pass through here. So, despite its small land area, the flow of people coming and going was actually quite large.

Unbeknownst to the common people, a pure white building, with a symbol resembling a giant tree, suddenly appeared on the main street.

The church had a clean exterior, and the interior was solemn and dignified.

Usually, there were five to six priests in the church, each of them old, standing ramrod straight, looking like true believers who had spent their entire lives immersed in devout prayer. Who would have known that just a few days ago, they were all slaves trapped in dungeons, waiting to be sold.

After being dressed up and having a portion of their memories altered by superpowers, these fellows transformed into qualified priests.

That would have been fine, but what attracted the most attention were the nuns, who wore thin veils over their faces, revealing only their bright, large eyes, with graceful figures and elegant manners.

They usually didn't talk much, but stood outside holding a flower basket, distributing small cards printed with words to passersby.

Some busybodies specifically asked for one. Sure enough, it was propaganda for the Evil God religion. Although the name sounded scary, their transactions were quite proper. This sect believed that after death, a human's soul could enter a pure land and, under the protection of the Evil God, enjoy eternal peace and tranquility.

The common people weren't interested in transactions or anything like that. What they were paying attention to was what was printed on the back of the card.

As long as they took the card to the church to listen to the priest's lecture and declared themselves to be followers of the Evil God religion, they could receive a small gift after the service.

The gifts could be freely chosen; they could choose a portion of grain, a portion of cooking oil, or even a small amount of money.

But such a good thing only happened once.

It was because of this policy that the Evil God was rapidly expanding in the capital of the Land of Rice Fields at an astonishing rate. Every time Qishan checked the changes in influence, he would scare himself.

In just a few days, with the strong support of the people, they had actually managed to reach the condition of ten thousand people. Although there was still nine-tenths of the effort needed to complete the task, the current speed was fast enough.

The money to support the large-scale expansion of believers came from the three hundred plus people harvested in the sewers that day.

Qishan was still very kind. He didn't make things difficult for them. The conditions were the same as those offered to Rokuro and Kuro, with only a slight addition of monetary restrictions. Each person had to hand over ten thousand taels.

Ten thousand taels might be an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but for these guys living in the underworld, they could quickly raise it by simply doing two or three ordinary small tasks.

Like these three hundred people, their savings would definitely not be less than one million taels per person. Ten thousand taels was too easy.

Hearing that they could save their lives, almost everyone chose to exchange others for their own.

In order to allow them to move freely, Qishan opened the door to convenience, requiring them to only hand over a deposit of one hundred thousand taels, and they could leave directly.

If they didn't hand it over, they could lead away one person for ten thousand taels. After ten people, the original one hundred thousand taels would be returned.

As soon as this condition came out, the vast majority of people chose to pay the money immediately, believing that after experiencing that terrifying fight, most people would stay far away, preferring to spend ten times the amount rather than approach them a second time.

But as time went by, they would definitely feel the pain of spending an extra one hundred thousand taels. Some of them, unable to restrain themselves, would choose to redeem themselves by using others.

However, the time left for these guys was not much. Qishan didn't want just anyone; what he needed were non-Evil God believers.

Once he gradually occupied the entire lower level of the Land of Rice Fields, and most people could call themselves Evil God believers, then wanting to find non-believers in the vast sea of people would probably be harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

So, in order to recover the ransom as soon as possible, they had no choice but to leave the capital and attack the people outside.

And this was precisely Qishan's goal. Without him having to put in any effort, they would naturally expand the influence outward.

And for those who couldn't come up with the ransom, Qishan also had other options available to them.

If they didn't have money, that was easy to handle. They could work for him. Whether it was providing supplies, providing channels, or providing land and real estate, it could all be converted into cash.

And those who had nothing and didn't want to take anything out could also sell themselves.

Preaching in a strange place, Qishan was quite short of manpower. These local snakes could be of great use.

In this way, Qishan gathered a large amount of funds and integrated many channels in just a few days.

He obtained a shop from an unlucky ghost. That night, Qishan used liquid metal to flatten it and quickly transformed it into a solemn church.

Afterward, through various unsavory channels in the sewers, he also collected some auxiliary personnel, thereby rapidly spreading the evangelistic activities.

Qishan also did not give up on the small tavern in the underground sewer. Old Man had to join the Evil God religion, which also gave Qishan manpower that could be used in the underground world.

On the surface, it was just some transactions of money and materials, but in the dark, the hunting of rats had never stopped.

This number was not a simple quality, and it immediately attracted the attention of many interested people.

The rats in the sewers originally had no conscience at all. In order to obtain more money, they could sell everything. What if they worked for the enemy? Obtaining money was the most important thing.

So some rats couldn't restrain their impulses and began to attack others.

As the underground world gradually became chaotic, more and more rats swore to join the Evil God religion, which also caused the funds gathered under Qishan to increase, and the snowball rolled bigger and bigger.

With the support of a large amount of funds and materials, the speed of attracting civilians was even faster.

When enough people had been gathered, Qishan's preparations were also completed, and he could start the next stage of the plan at any time!