I, The Dragon Overlord

Chapter 410
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White House, Washington, United States of America —

Homeland Security Director General Robertson pushed to have an urgent meeting with the President and the Secretary of Defense.

“Director Robertson, I am very, very dissatisfied with your recent work. You should know what I mean when I look at you like this!”

The president tapped his fingers on the table. He had never been a daring president due to his former background as a shrewd businessman.

“I have satisfied enough of your requirements. When you wanted money, I lobbied hard for the State budget Committee to give you funds. When you wanted soldiers, I risked offending the CIA and FBI, offering to have them send you elite agents. When you wanted research institutions, I had let you use one of the best research institutes in the United States, but General, look at what you gave me in return. Nothing!”

“You are wasting taxpayer dollars. If this continues, even I can't bail you out in the face of pressure from both houses!” the president spat.

General Robertson stood in front of the president. He stood straight, but his forehead was drenched in sweat.

He was someone who had once sought to retire but chose to foray once more into politics. He had lobbied for a position as director of Homeland Security since it involved supernatural events. But with the enviable position came a lot of pressure. If he didn't provide results, he would be forced to step down.

Thinking like this, Robertson hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully handed the data, Your Excellency, this is a book collected from a cult that we have recently destroyed. This book is a true supernatural item that contains incredible power.”

The president picked up the information and read it without comment. The number of liars had been on the rise recently, and they made up the vast majority of reported supernatural events. As a result, the president had also turned from initial excitement into indifferent numbness.

The president briefly flipped through the information inside and said with uncertainty, “Are the reports here all true?”

He originally thought that his director had submitted a false report to save his position. How could there be any mysterious items from a small cult that could easily be eliminated by a group of marines? This was completely different from the supernatural events shown before.

It must be known that the supernatural events in Tokyo and Kenya were severe to the extent that even a carrier fleet could not win, let alone a team of marines.

“The Dark Bible? Why does it feel like I have heard this somewhere?”

The president meditated on it before finally drifting off and saying, “Oh I remember. The last president had captured a terrorist leader. After searching the previous files, I think I saw these words… could… could it be that the terrorists had contact with supernatural forces at that time?”

Speaking of which, the president's voice tensed up, and he began to suspect that the once world-renowned terrorist was related to supernatural forces.

His fingers subconsciously reached for his phone.

The Minister of Defense beside the President grabbed his wrist and whispered, “Your Excellency, the Dark Bible in that computer is just an animation from Japan, different from the one in the report. Take a look, the report says that this scripture is also called the Satanic Bible.”

TL: Only people of culture know what animation this is.

“The Satanic Bible…”

Hearing this, the president looked aghast. He made a prayer with his eyes closed and then sincerely said, “Since meeting Christ, I have become a devout believer.”

The president wasn't really sure whether he was sincerely praying or not. After a bit of hesitation, he asked Roberston, “This Satanic Bible looks very evil. Can we take it out of the United States of America when performing research on it?”

“Mr.President, I don't think such an important item should be taken out of the country.”

Robertson and Johnson quickly advised.

After a moment of hesitation, the president nodded and said, “You guys are right. This is the first item we obtained related to supernatural abilities. It's better to not make any mistakes, but try to research this item in a sparsely populated area. Remember to inform me if you find anything from your research.”

The president said with some expectation. Towards these supernatural powers, an old man like him was naturally interested. Now that he was the president, it was necessary to get into more contacts.

“Yes, Mr. President!”

……

In the research facility somewhere under the desert of the United States, General Robertson walked through a corridor with a gloomy face.

“How is the research on the Satanic Bible going?”

“Reporting. We have transferred a felon and exposed him to the book… he… he immediately turned strange. Just like cult leader Ravi mentioned, after being exposed to the book, he suddenly became schizophrenic.”

“Be more specific.”

“This felon has a violent personality. Even when we brought him into this facility, he had an indifferent attitude and often insulted the guards, but after we let him touch the book, he chanted scriptures fervently in one moment and fearfully told us to take the book away in the next.”

The researcher took Robertson into a surveillance room. He pulled the monitor of what was happening to the prisoner.

The surveillance showed that the prisoner was currently on his knees, chanting something. In the next moment, he tapped on the door frantically, screaming in terror to be let out.

“What language is he speaking?”

“It doesn't seem to belong to any of the known languages. We've asked linguists and they all said that they had never heard of it before. They couldn't translate it because it lacked comparisons.”

The researcher clenched his fist and continued, “Since the book is called the Satanic Bible, and the test subject gives off an evil air when he speaks it, it might be the language of hell.”

This researcher did not know that his guess was very accurate because anyone from San Soliel would have been able to tell him that the language that the prisoner was speaking was Abyssal.

General Robertson nodded without saying anything else. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, “How is research going with the book?”

“After seeing what happened with the prisoner, no one dared to touch the book, so we are operating remotely through fiberglass.”

“According to our research, this book is made from unknown animal skin. After we cut off a corner of the book or cut the sheep's head on the cover of the book, the head made a miserable sound. We concluded that this book should be a living creature!”

The researcher played the video and said with fear in his voice. He thought about the terrifying scream that still lingered in his heart.

“Have you investigated its origins?”

“Our people investigated Ravi's life history. He was a cult leader in the past but was simply a small-time crook. He had never shown any extraordinary powers. According to the people who had contact with him in the past, he suddenly began to brandish the book some months ago. No one knows of its origins. With Ravi now dead, it's impossible to learn anything from him.”

“What is written in the book?”

“Sorry, director! This book is really too dangerous. We dare not open it,” the researcher said cautiously.

“Ridiculous!”

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Director Robert suddenly became furious. He slammed the table and said, “How would you know the contents if you don't open it? How can we study it if we don't know the contents? We are the United States of America, the most powerful country in the world! But what have we become ever since the appearance of the supernatural?”

“Our military has suffered losses, our economy is in freefall, and our global influence is declining. At this rate, the United States of America, the symbol of freedom and democracy, is going to be reduced to a third-rate country!”

The researcher wiped the sweat on his forehead and said nervously, “But… but director… This book is really dangerous. I think it's better if we understand it more first.”

The researcher secretly cursed. Although the United States had suffered losses, it was still one of the world's largest powers. Other countries also did not obtain any mysterious powers, and even if they did, it was impossible to catch up with the United States in a short amount of time.

“We have to plan ahead. We need to learn the principles of magic before other countries. How do you know that other countries are not researching in private? Especially those people in England. They even had contact with those wizards. We absolutely cannot lag behind!”

Robertson gritted his teeth. If he didn't come up with something, he would really have to step down!

The researcher was admonished. Under Robertson's power, he dared not disobey and hurriedly went over to order the researchers to open the book.

A machine slowly approached the Satanic Bible in the culture tank. All the onlookers gulped as the operator flipped the book open without a second thought.

Nothing happened. When the book was opened, everything was calm.

Just as the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, the felon in the incarceration facility suddenly let out a wretched scream.

“Hahahahahah!! We will be reborn. We will descend on this land, so dedicate your souls and properties, come and welcome the great coming!”

In the creeped-out gazes of the crowd, the felon suddenly bit off his own tongue. He chewed it with his teeth and revealed a hideous smile before choking to death in his own blood. However, his last words cast a gloom over the crowd.