Divinity: Against The Godly System Chapter 372
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"I'll write it!" The Police Chief said in a pleading tone as if he couldn't bear the thought of Ryder misunderstanding him.
He wrote what Ryder said.
"I did it!" The Police Chief said after he finished.
"Good. Tear off that page and let me see," Ryder responded as he smiled. He wore rubber gloves as he walked closer to the man and took the piece of paper that was torn off from the notebook by the Police Chief.
Holding the paper in his hand, Ryder started reading.
"Good. You did good," Ryder said as he smiled after nodding in appreciation.
He folded the paper and gave it back to the Police Chief.
"Here, keep it in your pocket," he told the man.
"Why?" the Police Chief asked Ryder in confusion.
"Fine! Don't do it! You don't trust me at all! I'll jump off of this building and die!" Ryder said as he started walking towards the end of the roof.
"Wait, wait! I did it! I did it!" The Police Chief said as he placed the folded paper in his pocket while he ran to save Ryder.
Stopping right at the edge of the roof, Ryder turned back.
"You did it?" he asked the Police Chief, who breathed a sigh of relief as Ryder had stopped.
"I did it! It's in my pockets!" The Police Chief said proudly, patting his chest.
"Give me my pen," Ryder said, reaching out his hand.
The Police Chief returned the pen to Ryder.
"Good. Now that everything is fine, I believe that you're a genuine person. Come here," Ryder said, smilingly, as he spread out his hand to give the man a hug.
The Police Chief smiled happily as he moved closer to Ryder to hug him, but as he got closer, Ryder caught him by his collar
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"Be glad that I'm busy nowadays and can't give you a cruel and thoughtful death!" Ryder thundered as he twisted his body. His strength was enough to pull the Police Chief in the air as he threw him off the roof.
Watching the Police Chief fall down and hearing his scream, Ryder enjoyed the extreme satisfaction.
He knew that he shouldn't feel happy at the death of someone else; however, he really enjoyed killing when it involved him killing his enemies. It was as if it satisfied some deep part of his soul that wished for chaos and destruction of the ones he didn't like.
(Smash)
The body of the Police Chief finally crashed on the concrete ground. His skill cracked as blood spilled everywhere.
Patting his hands, Ryder played with the pen as he walked over to the notebook that was lying on the ground.
Picking up the notebook, he kept it inside his clothes before he went downstairs.
Reaching the ground floor, he broke the window in the back of the building and left through there while the Police Chief's body was lying on the ground.
He left the building and walked over to his building.
As this place was mostly abandoned, no one found the body.
Ryder reached the parking of his building, still surprised that no one saw the body.
"I should've chosen some crowded place. It'll take so long before his body is found," he muttered as he entered the lift.
Pressing the button inside the lift, he went to the Fifth Floor, the floor assigned to the Pharmaceutical Department.
It was after four in the afternoon, so there were still some people in the office.
Stepping out of the lift, Ryder walked towards the office of Alesons, who was a prominent scientist in the original timeline of Ryder.
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In this timeline, Ryder didn't give Aleson the chance to suffer, which became a driving force of his action in the first timeline. Instead of letting the young man become big on his own, Ryder used his knowledge to hire him shortly after he graduated.
Not only that, he gave Aleson the ideas of what he was going to find in the future, presenting them as his own ideas. In this way, he acted as an intermediary who stole from the future Aleson of the Original Timeline to give to the Young Aleson of this timeline.
Ryder knocked on the door of the office despite being the boss.
"Come in," a young voice came from inside.
Opening the door, Ryder stepped inside.
A young man was sitting on the chair, reading a file. Raising his gaze, he looked at the man who had just entered.
Seeing Ryder, the man on the chair stood up, shocked.
"Ah, boss! Why did you knock! You should've just stepped inside. No, no! You should've called me. I would have come to you!" Aleson asked Ryder in surprise.
"It's nothing. I just came to see how things are progressing with your research," Ryder replied as he sat down
" It's going great. The concepts you provided me are so amazing. I always wondered about these things, and I finally have an answer. If I follow this same line of thought and we are successful, we can really come to something revolutionary in terms of solving this problem!" Aleson replied to Ryder excitedly.
" That's great. Keep up the good work. I have high hopes of you," Ryder said as he patted the shoulder of Aleson.
"A boss, I had a question," Aleson inquired as he picked up the file in front of him.
'Hmm? Does he want to ask about the research that I gave him? I wrote everything I remembered. I'm not a scientist. I can't explain anything other than what I wrote. It's his own research. Shouldn't he do it on his own instead of asking me?' Ryder wondered as he thought about what the man could be asking.
"Ah, sure. Ask what you want," he said, wondering about the question he'll receive.
"I saw the concepts you gave me. They are so revolutionary. You're so good at it. Why aren't you a part of further research? Why aren't you leading this department?" Aleson asked Ryder.
"Ah, that's what you wanted to ask. It's because I have more responsibilities as the head of Divine Corporation. There are many things that take my time, which stops me from giving so my focus on research. That's why I can't do it anymore," Ryder replied, shaking his head. "At Least not until everything settles down."
"I understand that. I have another question, though. Why am I the head? Ah, Don't get me wrong. It's not that I dislike having such a high position, but with the money you pay me, you could've hired some reputed, experienced scientist. Why did you choose me?" Aleson asked Ryder in confusion.
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