I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

The Federation was evidently facing obstacles in investigating Ma En. Seraphina could sense that they hadn't fully realized how difficult Ma En truly was. If this continued, the Federation would likely waste some time before deploying those truly precious, top-tier anomalous entities. Once they used those, it shouldn't be difficult to find Ma En.

However, they definitely wouldn't activate these resources in the short term. These top-tier resources were inherently rare, and using them would signify an escalation in the severity of the matter. Therefore, unless Shadow wanted to make his mistake seem even more serious, he would definitely not proactively suggest doing so.

And the politicians' understanding of ability users was far inferior to Shadow's. If Shadow, who knew whether or not to use high-level anomalous entities, hadn't spoken up, they were even less likely to let him use them.

After all, there was no benefit to being right about such matters, but being wrong would only bring trouble.

The ability users who truly understood the anomalous realm were unwilling to speak, and those who didn't understand were even more unwilling to cause any trouble. This was why the Federation, this colossal organization, hadn't yet swallowed the world.

Even if its structure was incredibly sophisticated, it still had flaws in these minute details. This was actually a problem that the Federation's creators ultimately failed to solve—human nature.

No matter how powerful this machine was, as long as it relied on human existence to interfere with the world, it couldn't escape the ugliness of human nature. But unfortunately, it still had to rely on humans themselves to reach its current state.

After all, humanity was one of the most powerful forces in the world today.

Moreover, in the process of its continuous expansion, it had countless times utilized the ugly or beautiful aspects of human nature. Since it accepted the parts that were beneficial to it, it couldn't refuse the parts that were harmful to it.

But if the Federation was allowed to operate slowly like this, things might not go as smoothly as before. Seraphina didn't think that Ma En could withstand the Federation's upcoming offensive. He had personally felt Ma En's power.

Not weak, but far from strong. However, the Federation's opponent wasn't just Ma En, but also the mysterious organization behind him. If they were given too much time, things might not go so smoothly.

Even if Ma En was eventually found, that organization would definitely be able to conceal its existence very well. But this was contrary to Seraphina's purpose. He didn't have any grudge against Ma En.

Ma En's life or death was completely unimportant to him. What Seraphina cared about was the mysterious organization itself. He wanted to use the Federation's stimulation to find evidence of this organization's existence.

Therefore, Seraphina planned to help the Federation a little.

Moreover, he actually knew what to do. Ma En was a very cautious and careful person. His seemingly weak sister on the surface was actually very well protected, and she might even be safer than Ma En.

But he still had a flaw, a flaw that he would never be able to fix.

To be honest, it was incredible for a mortal to only have a flaw of this level. Even most Tier V ability users would leave many weaknesses before they grew up.

And often, they couldn't simply erase these weaknesses with their own will. For example, some slightly less cold-blooded Tier V ability users might care about their parents, and they couldn't control the fact that they had parents.

Ma En's situation with only a single flaw was extremely rare. A guy like him could almost be said to have no weaknesses at all. It was just a pity that he met him.

One flaw was enough for him.

This was also why Seraphina was now standing in the center of this hellish magic circle. Around the magic circle were filled with the incomplete bodies of various intelligent creatures, and fragments of broken souls floated in the air.

These things were all alive not long ago—before he descended.

Seraphina raised his hand, glanced at his blood-red skin, then turned to look at the ritual crystal, carefully examining his "demon" body.

A handsome face that looked like a human, winding, dark, sharp horns, sharp claws, eyes that spewed dark light, and a dark sun mark on his chest symbolizing his identity.

What a fragile body, completely inconsistent with his memories of his past hellish incarnations.

But Seraphina had long been accustomed to it.

He raised his tail and swept away the flesh and blood debris from his body, then raised his slender leg and walked out. When he opened the door, dozens of demons and humans in black robes were already kneeling before him.

Moreover, they were staring at Seraphina who came out with fanatic faces, as if they had seen the god in their hearts personally descend into the mortal world, but this was still somewhat different from his previous believers.

"Master, Hell is ready to welcome you," the black-robed man at the front said with his head lowered, "When shall we hang the Dark Sun in the skies of Hell again?"

Seraphina didn't care about his demon identity at all, nor did he care about the affairs of Hell. The existence of this demon church that worshiped him was never because he had any ideas about Hell.

In his most prosperous period, countless similar churches or organizations naturally emerged. He didn't do anything at all and gained many twisted worshipers. These demon worshipers also mistakenly regarded the afterimage of his past as some powerful demon, but in fact, this view was not entirely wrong.

Hell did accept him, allowing him to appear as a demon, but Seraphina wanted to use Hell to escape the mortal world when he cultivated this body, but later he realized that doing so was not wise.

Then, after this body was challenged and killed by other creatures in Hell, he never tried to recast this body, which had wasted his accumulated resources for many years, because it was useless.

Until now, when he had new needs, he had these believers remake a temporary body for him.

Seraphina ignored the questions of his believers and directly commanded from on high:

"I want to see the Dragon Mother."

This familiar tone was completely consistent with the memory of the leader of the believers, and he also showed a look of surprise.

"As you wish, my master," he said with his head lowered, "I'll arrange it immediately."

Watching his believers retreat like a tide, busily preparing for his meeting with the Three-Headed Dragon Mother, Seraphina also leisurely sat directly on the "throne" they had prepared for him.

It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to speed up the process. Seraphina wasn't just lazy, but his real action would only bring more trouble, because now they saw him as a god.

Gods are above all things.