There were two groups of people at that location.

  One side was a group that persecuted the innocent and was attempting to use a miracle not found in this world to kill their opponents.

  The other side was filled with a desperate longing to find their precious loved ones.

  However, they were powerless. They might have been about to die in the face of utterly ridiculous irrationality.

  But sometimes, something unexpected can happen. And in a very dramatic form.

  Some would remember it. As the second coming of another miracle.

  And others would remember. That Heaven had helped them.

  Either way, they would all remember one thing for sure:

  That the world flashed brightly at that moment.

  That was all there was to it. A truth that neither side needed to interpret.

  The world flashed, and lightning struck the border between the two groups. No one on either side was hurt, but the ground was vertically furrowed as if a boundary line had been drawn.

  With that, everything ended.

  The intense murderous intent and hatred vanished as if alcohol had evaporated. All that remained were people whose energy had instantly drained away.

  No one moved. No one spoke. Those with weak nerves simply slumped to the ground.

  If they had been unlucky, everyone would have been electrocuted. But surprisingly, no one was electrocuted.

  The lightning had merely struck and split them apart. That alone was enough for neither side to consider any further confrontation. No, they couldn't.

  Neither side was bold enough to stand firm in the face of such an event. Only the executive forced himself to stand.

  However, the cold sweat running down the executive's forehead showed that he, too, was in great shock.

  "W-What in the world..."

  The representative of the victims' families muttered while slumped on the ground. It seemed he hadn't fully recovered from the shock.

  "Hmm..."

  The executive groaned and looked down at the ground. It seemed he was thinking about something even amidst the shock.

  Watching him, Jihyeon thought. That man's reaction was not that of an ordinary cult executive.

  At the same time, Jihyeon hid himself as best as he could. Although he brought a tool to nullify CCTVs, the power to manipulate fire meant that man was clearly dangerous.

  If he were to notice Jihyeon's presence, things could become troublesome. Ready to flee at any moment, Jihyeon instead thoroughly examined the information of the devotees, as he couldn't see the executive's information anyway.

  "As expected, there's something..."

  Jihyeon muttered, contemplating something based on the information that came into his sight. He needed to search more, but it would definitely be a clue to this matter.

  However, it seemed better to avoid digging deeper for today. It seemed better to find a new way to shake up the opponent based on the information he currently had, rather than taking risks.

  Meanwhile, the situation on the other side seemed to be settling down.

  As is typical of fights, the moment both sides lose spirit, the hostility disappears. The tension was fading, and it seemed all that remained was for them to retreat.

  "It would be better to end it here for today. There is no need for us to fight further. Would you mind going back?"

  The executive spoke quietly. In his voice, instead of hostility, one could sense a human weariness that indicated he no longer wanted to do anything more.

  "W-We will come back! Next time, hand over our families!"

  The victims' families' representative's words were still prickly, but there was no more strength in them.

  His voice, filled with the fear of wanting to stop this fight, was heavy with shock from which he had not yet recovered.

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  Nevertheless, after those words, the victims' families slowly got up, turned around, and walked away. Their faces were full of sorrow, but the flashing lightning had made them forget everything for a moment.

  Still, deep down, they felt relieved.

  If the lightning hadn't struck, they would have been dead. At least the victims' families present instinctively understood how much danger they were in.

  No matter how much someone wanted to deny it, the intense heat that was strong enough to singe hair tips was certainly not a lie.

  Furthermore, the murderous intent shown by the executive was not fake. He was genuinely determined to kill the victims' families. If it hadn't been for the lightning, they would have all died.

  Someone might ask how that was possible, but sometimes, reality is that severe.

  Therefore, they thought. That Heaven had protected them. They returned, thinking they didn't know what kind of terrible fate they would have faced otherwise.

  And the people from the cult, who had been watching them, entered the building, and everything ended.

  Watching the cult members close their enormous doors, Jihyeon also returned home.

  All that remained was silence.

  The incident during the day did not end as a small happening. All who witnessed it created many stories, recalling the former Leader.

  The executive did not try to stop these stories. Such narratives would surely be helpful to him. If, of course, they were well-crafted.

  But that required time. He had too many things to focus on to handle that right now.

  Therefore, the executive carried out all his usual schedules until all appointments were over. And only when he finally returned to his room could he think about the future.

  The lightning that struck today.

  Some might think it was a coincidence. But the people here were different.

  The power to command lightning, or electricity.

  That was the miracle possessed by the dead former Leader. Of course, those who knew the truth knew it was never a miracle, but the devotees were different.

  For them, the reason they dedicated everything to this place was precisely because of the former Leader's miracle. The re-emergence of that miracle would rekindle their slowly crumbling faith.

  And the executive, who was closest when the lightning struck, could be seen as the chosen one of the former Leader. Now, it was only a matter of how well he would craft and spread that story.

  The devotees didn't need to know the truth anyway. What was important to the remaining executives was the money and everything else, including the loyalty, that the devotees offered.

  If the truth doesn't help with collection, it is meaningless. No, if it interferes, the truth must be erased.

  The point was that if their blind loyalty could be directed toward him, then incitement and fabrication were worthwhile efforts. Thinking that, the executive took out liquor from the refrigerator in his room and poured it into a glass.

  The special taste and aroma of the amber-colored premium liquor made the executive's mind even sharper. Enjoying the burning sensation going down his throat, the executive thought.

  The cult was still in a state of confusion.

  With no successor, he couldn't miss this opportunity. The executive even considered the possibility that this lightning might have been caused by the guy who took the former Leader's tool, and he smiled coldly.

  "Things have become interesting."

  This lightning was definitely not a coincidence. Someone must have used it with intent. And it wasn't difficult to conclude that the person with this power was naturally the guy who took her tool after the former Leader died.

  The people who gave them their powers had told them the truth. Along with the fact that the former Leader's power was actually due to a tool, and that someone had taken it.

  Thanks to that, the executive and his rivals were all left feeling empty. But if someone obtained that tool, they could become the Leader.

  But since no one knew where or how to get it, they were maintaining an uneasy peace for now. A thin layer of anxiety and tension was circulating throughout the entire cult.

  However, no one knew how long that would last. Eventually, someone would succeed the former Leader and become the new Leader. The tool that commanded electricity would become the evidence of the one who would be the next Leader.

  The executive looked at his hands. Now he could command fire that could burn anything. Although the sensation of his lifespan being shortened every time he used that power tormented him, he could endure that much.

  Through that power, the executive could solidify his position. Power always comes with a price, and his tool granted the executive benefits far exceeding the cost.

  But that wasn't enough to become the successor. All the rivals possessed that level of power. That's why everyone was just watching each other warily.

  The executive wondered what would have happened if no one had gained any power.

  In the past, when they knew nothing, the upper echelon of the cult, including the executive, were merely fools. All they did was live like fear-stricken dogs in front of the former Leader.

  But now, things were different.

  Every one of them had become a charismatic religious leader. The weight of their every word had completely changed.

  However, even with such dignity, they couldn't become the successor. Everything would ultimately end when someone obtained the tool that commanded electricity.

  But he didn't know what to do about finding it. He didn't know who the guy who took the former Leader's tool was.

  But now, he might be able to find a clue. Through today's incident.

  "It's funny, truly funny..."

  The executive muttered with a cruel smile. This might truly be the opportunity the former Leader's spirit had given him. If he obtained the tool this time and made it his own, everything would belong to the executive.

  But if he failed to accept it, his end was already decided.

  "Speaking of which, that woman... she can't even handle her own power..."

  The executive recalled the former Leader's adopted daughter. The poor, foolish woman who was forcibly implanted with the tool that commanded electricity by the one who gave them power.

  She hadn't woken up immediately after the implantation. Was it low compatibility? The one who gave them the tool said that and shook his head.

  That was her misfortune. But the executive was relieved that they hadn't ended up like her. It wasn't important that some foolish guy coincidentally witnessed this situation during the process and was locked up.

  "I need to go look for them first. For those guys, just in case..."

  The executive muttered. Knowing he absolutely shouldn't miss this opportunity, he decided to hurry. Competition is won by those who seize the opportunity.

  But not tonight, immediately. Pouring a new glass of liquor, he enjoyed the liquid, which had a different aroma than water, as if commemorating the events of the day.