I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 398 - 265: Luring the Enemy into the Trap

Due to the insane flyers, chaos erupted within the city, soldiers everywhere, city gates locked, the Hex Bird Society surrounded entirely, but it was empty inside, leaving nothing behind.

Of course, the search teams suspected the bird society had secret paths, digging three feet deep to search, though the Night Patrol had already left long ago. Their operation this time was all or nothing, either they overturned the game or were completely cleared from Moncalleta. This move was partly to strike against Oliver and ease pressure on the royal side, and partly to provoke Oliver. The crowd had developed a deep fear of Oliver’s schemes and coldness; his patience and meticulousness were beyond imagination—being cautious is never too much.

Now, all they can do is pray that an angry and inflated person won’t decide as calmly as usual.

When Oliver awoke, it was already dusk, and his body once again felt a very intense hunger.

Outside, Duke Zheng was extremely anxious. The butler did not allow him to bother the prince’s rest, and the handling of the flyers was not going smoothly. The public was initially half-believing the content, but as the duke’s soldiers roughly searched and arrested people, everything soured. Many soldiers took this chance to break into homes, extort and rape women; unforeseen malicious events continually occurred in the Royal City, pushing everyone toward the side against Oliver. Chaos and battle were everywhere in the Royal City, but Duke Zheng did not consider this his problem.

"What’s the matter?" Oliver frowned. He gets very irritable when hungry, and from the looks of his counterpart, it didn’t seem to be good news.

Duke Zheng hurried to report the situation, "Your Highness, it’s the George Family behind the flyers’ tricks, maliciously slandering Your Highness, while provoking those unruly civilians to rebel, attacking the City Guard!"

Oliver, who had already transformed, loathed others mentioning his past the most, yet these lowly people dared to distribute flyers defaming him. Oliver was furious, slapping Duke Zheng across the face. Despite being quite capable, the duke dared not dodge, and took the slap squarely.

Oliver’s eyes were blood-red: "Immediately, arrest anyone who dares defy orders. Let the Funeral Attendants assist you. Those who resist, execute them without mercy!"

"Yes, Your Highness, I’ll handle it right away!" Duke Zheng said while suppressing a gleeful look, holding his face down. "But some have identities..."

"These beasts really think they’re people." Oliver’s gaze was cold, devoid of humanity, "You have one night; no matter who is involved, handle it decisively. Any who resist, execute without mercy. I want Hedan to return to its rightful order by tomorrow morning."

Having received Oliver’s token, Duke Zheng departed immediately. With the help of the Funeral Attendants, he was unrestrained. His arrival was intentional too; some needed to be dealt with, but without Oliver’s order, it wasn’t convenient to act directly. Leaving those people was a future threat to the Zheng Family, but now the opportunity finally came. It’s a pity Old George died too early to witness this spectacular scene!

After Duke Zheng left, Oliver in the room remained irate, strong emotions continued to surge from within him. This complex emotion mingled with desire, hunger, anger, madness among others, seeking an outlet—not just simple hunger, but also a craving for slaughter. Thinking of the flyers’ contents made this feeling stronger. As the kingdom’s former heir, he cherished his reputation since childhood; even stripped of his heir position, he continued to do so, but now everything was ripped open, akin to public execution.

Bam~~~

Things around Oliver shattered, the maid in the room suddenly looked terrified, a tentacle emerged from above her head, another from her belly. Following a gulping sound, the maid’s body rapidly shriveled, collapsing.

But such things cannot solve the problem. Oliver’s remaining rationality still restrained his instincts—a characteristic of Retro Angel. In the Old Era, humans were nothing but livestock.

At this moment, a black cat arrived at the Prince’s Mansion wall. Justin trotted lightly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom; foolish humans really thought he would be that stupid? Provoking the Retro Angel—was it crazy? Such a monster, the further away, the better. Deliver messages?

Let whoever wants to go!

The black cat had survived and thrived in the Underground City, always knowing that wise cats don’t suffer for immediate benefits. Once led in by Night Patrol, it turned and sprinted in another direction. Hedan was no longer a place to stay; it didn’t matter, the Dao Yuan Continent was vast, everywhere felt like home. With the breeze, mood brightened.

However, with just a few steps of pleasure, the body became uncontrollable. The black cat struggled; it did not want to approach that room one bit, yet its paws kept getting closer step by step.

Outside the Prince Mansion, a Night Patrol was stuck to the wall, controlling the black cat’s advance. Regarding Spirit Beast control, all major Church Courts are naturally professional and adept.

Oliver looked at the black cat before him, which shivered with fright. By now, escape was too late, life-and-death decision—Justin suddenly stood upright, bowing in respect, "Respected Oliver Your Highness, my master has found Alain Ducasse for you, the only gourmet on Dao Yuan Continent capable of making Dark Cuisine. He said either you go with me now, or you’ll never see him again."

Justin finished speaking, quietly awaiting judgment. Damned despicable humans.

Oliver’s gaze turned lethal, the room enveloped by a thin layer of frost. The black cat shivered terribly, not knowing when the wretched thing preventing its movement disappeared—Mama, it darted out instantly.

Oliver followed closely behind, gaze lethal; the world had gone mad, continuously provoking him, but Alain Ducasse was urgently needed right now.

Justin sprinted with all four paws, wishing for eight more legs, using every ounce of energy cats possess, crazily dashing across rooftops. But the terrifying presence behind tightly followed; it dared not stop, running toward the destination, furiously sprinting, running for its life. Prince Oliver followed like a ghost, seeing if anything was playing tricks.

After Oliver departed the Prince Mansion, two figures with the aura of the Earth Temple also floated from within, sensing Oliver’s presence, they flickered and vanished.

Hedan’s Ola Manor, for hundreds of years, has been the Ola Royal Family’s vacation resort. After generations of kings’ embellishments, its opulence rivals the Royal Palace. Yet within just a few days, signs of decay unexpectedly appeared. Lush greenery turned yellow, rampant vines spread throughout the manor and surrounding mountains, where vibrant life once was now lay shriveled animal corpses. The air was stuffed with damp, cold corpse stench.