Mason's face lit up with joy. "Voice of the Oracle, you've arrived!"

His attitude was extremely respectful.

The figure in black was completely covered from head to toe. There was no telling if they were a man or a woman. Even their voice was deliberately raspy, like their throat had been brutally wrecked the entire night.

"Excellent, absolutely excellent! Mr. Ulrich, you haven't disappointed the High Oracle's faith in you. Keep up the good work, and someday, you'll become a person of immense power and influence!"

Mason's smile grew even wider. He bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you for your praise, Voice of the Oracle.

"Everything I've done is to show my loyalty to the High Oracle. Fame and power are just secondary. As long as I can serve the High Oracle, I will die without regret."

Andrew watched with a deepening frown.

High Oracle? Who the hell was this supposed to be? Some kind of cult leader?

Looking at Mason's behavior, it was like he had joined a pyramid sc