Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

Gilmore could hardly believe what he was seeing.

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visit to the Aro, he had done his homework.

The Aro was supposed to be bustling with activity.

How could it be that a city home to hundreds of thousands didn’t have a single soul in sight?

It was utterly inconceivable.

“Could it be that everyone in this city turns in for the night really early?” Christine wondered aloud, looking around at the

group.

Indeed, the entire city was shrouded in darkness, all buildings, even the towering skyscrapers, without a single light

Christine reached for the explanation that perhaps they all went to bed early.

But Lilian, Claire, and the other ladies found this highly unlikely

Sure, there might be some early sleepers, but an entire city? That just didn’t add up.

Gilmore felt there was a grave issue with this deserted city.

-To uncover the root of the problem, he realized he had no choice but to use God’s Eye.

As his pupils contracted, he activated God’s Eye.

And then, he witnessed a horrifying scene.

Under the cloak of night, the roars of monsters echoed throughout the city.

And then he saw them–in the thousands–bizarre humanoid creatures with wolves‘ heads and bat–like wings, soaring across the city skies.

These grotesque beings, wielding bronze hammers, iron clubs, and sharp axes, smashed through the windows, walls, and doors of the buildings, rampaging into the homes of the unsuspecting citizens, wreaking havoc.

The city was stained in blood.

Then, the survivors of the city began to flee.

Of course, there were many who stayed behind, either too attached to their homes or consumed by hatred toward the wolf- like beasts that had killed their loved ones, fueling their desire for revenge.

Those who stayed would hide at night, about several tens of feet underground in massive shelters.

This was why the city appeared deserted.

Through God’s Eye. Gilmore saw that these bloodthirsty packs of wolf creatures would emerge in the city every night from nine o’clock until midnight, patrolling the skies in search of human traces to hunt and kill.

This city has suffered an unprecedented disaster,” Gilmore said gravely to Lilian, Claire, and the others.

Their faces etched with curiosity, Lilian asked, “Gilmore, how do you know?”

Gilmore, feigning an air of mystery, took a sniff of the air and claimed, “Because I can smell it–the air in this city is thick.

with the stench of blood

Hearing this, Lilian, Claire, and the rest began to sniff the air frantically.

Although they couldn’t detect the intense smell of blood that Crore mentioned, they did agree that there was something odd about the air.

Just then, Gilmore pointed to a darkened building nearby and suggested, “If you don’t believe me, follow me and we’ll take a look inside that house.”

With that, he flew towards the building.

Fueled by curiosity, Lilian, Claire, and the others quickly followed suit.

As night fell completely and the moon rose, the dark outline of the building seemed even more sinister, chilling them to the bone like a haunted house.

They soon approached the nearby house, a three–story building

As they got closer, Lilian, Claire, and the others noticed that every window had been smashed, leaving gaping holes.

Peering through these broken windows, they looked into the house.

Some of them peered into bedrooms, others into living rooms.

Though it was pitch–dark inside, they, being cultivators, could see in the night as if it were day, making out every detail inside with crystal clarity.

Yet, without exception, the sight that met their eyes was horrifying.

Beds and floors were smeared with black and purple congealed bloodstains.

Even more chilling was the sight of a bloody handprint stark against one of the room walls.

The women were wide–eyed with shock, speechless at the gruesome scene.

It was clear that a terrible tragedy had occurred in this house.

While they were still reeling, Gilmore suggested, “Let’s check out the other buildings.”

Leading the way, he flew with the women to the surrounding buildings.

Illuminated by the moonlight, they saw that every window in each building had been smashed to pieces.

Looking through these shattered windows, they saw the same scene as in the first house- floors everywhere streaked with dried blood and walls marked with various bloody handprints.

The sight made their skin crawl.

After making a full round, the situation was evidently the same everywhere.

Finally, Gilmore landed with the women back on the ground.

“Now do you believe that a great disaster has struck this city?” he asked them.

The women all nodded solemnly, “Yes, yes.”

They finally understood why the city was pitch–black at night, with no light shining in any of the buildings and not a soul to

be seen on the streets.

The people of this city were living through an unknown catastrophe.

“What should we do next, Gilmore? Lilian looked at Gilmore with conce NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Given that a disaster had struck in Aro, they had two choices, either leave this place of misfortune or investigate to uncover what exactly had befallen the city.

Gilmore exhaled softly, “Since we’ve come to Aro, we won’t just leave right away.

“Let’s continue to enjoy the sights of Aro while we figure out what exactly has happened here.”