To be a good prime minister, I first became the leader of a secret religion.

Chapter 7 Can other evil gods do it?

Yes, Winston's mission was completed at lightning speed.

The story begins with his discovery of the disorderly scene in the park: three men and two women, pulling and tugging at each other in broad daylight. In a time when ordinary people wouldn't even dare to leave their homes, this can't be described as oppressive; it's a matter of degree.

But it's absolutely impossible to get Winston involved—his stats still show him as in poor health. He's not exactly weak, but how could he possibly win a fight against four opponents?

Moreover, how could a prime minister compete with gamblers and hooligans!

Winston turned and left.

He was going to get help from nearby. As someone with excellent eyesight, Winston noticed the villa near the inner circle of Regent's Park as soon as he entered. The house looked old, with moss growing on the red brick walls, but the tiles, which were most prone to rust, were kept clean. Flowers were in full bloom all around, and spring was in the air. A black-crowned night heron was sleeping soundly in a treetop that had been pruned into a ball shape.

Just by looking at someone living in a villa, you can tell they're a person who lives a comfortable life.

Winston rushed to the door and banged on it.

Is anyone home? Emergency!

There was a rustling sound of someone getting up from inside the door. A moment later, an old woman with a hunched back and gray hair opened the door with her left hand and hid her right hand behind the door frame.

"What is it?" she asked in a hoarse voice. "I'm not ordering milk."

"...I'm not here to sell milk."

Have you ever seen a milk salesman dressed so formally?

Upon seeing who came out of the door, Winston couldn't help but feel disappointed. Anyone who has done gardening knows how troublesome it is to maintain a garden. Just now, seeing how well the flowers, trees, bricks, and tiles around the villa were arranged, he thought that at least one strong young man lived in the villa. With him added to the mix, even if he couldn't beat those hooligans over there, he could at least give them some intimidation.

But to my surprise, the person who opened the door was a 70-year-old man. These days, even lying on the ground to stage an accident won't work!

Winston stopped talking and quickened his pace, saying, "There's a girl in danger over there. Excuse me, do you know where the park ranger or security guard is...?"

"That's us!"

Before Winston could finish speaking, an old man with messy, unkempt hair, looking rather slovenly, poked his head out of the bedroom while changing clothes, interrupting him.

"To be precise, it's my wife. Who are you saying is in danger? Huh?"

As he spoke, he recognized Winston's face and was immediately stunned: "Winston Wheeler?"

Winston also retrieved the old man's identity from the original owner's memories: "...Professor Lovecraft?"

Yes, this old man shares the same surname as the author of the Cthulhu Mythos, only with a different given name, which makes the transmigrator inside the shell remember him very well.

"Didn't you teach at Gravenlaw School? I remember learning a lot of Latin from you when I was in high school. How did you end up working as a caretaker at Regent's Park?"

"Isn't this retirement?" Norman Lovecraft chuckled. "I haven't taught since you graduated. But you, I saw your name in the newspaper. What should I call you? Prime Minister Wheeler? I never imagined that one of my students would become a prime minister. It's truly unexpected and an immense honor..."

Winston gave a wry smile: "The Prime Minister isn't anything serious. I have a real emergency, Professor. Let's skip the pleasantries. A few people in the park have gotten into a fight. If either of you has any ideas, could you help me handle it?"

“No problem,” Norman Lovecraft gestured for Winston to look at his wife. “Let me tell you a secret, my wife is no ordinary person.”

Winston turned around and saw the seventy-year-old woman wearing a rose-red coat, holding a hunting rifle in both hands, striding out.

He said from the bottom of his heart, "Awesome."

You're really going to do it yourself?

"My wife's first five shots were second to none," Norman Lovecraft said. "Even if she's too old to lift a gun, lying in bed and using her toes to pull the trigger, she wouldn't miss. That would be more than enough to deter a few petty thieves. Don't worry."

He glanced at the silent Winston and continued, "Your Excellency, what are you doing here in Regent's Park all by yourself, instead of staying at Downing Street or Buckingham Palace?"

Winston initially intended to brush it off, but then a sudden inspiration struck him:

He's here to recruit people into the religion... to establish an investigator organization, so who isn't he lying to?

Isn't the Lovecraft in front of me (the fake) much better than the stranger on the street?

In the past, there were fraud gangs that sold health products to people in their seventies; now, the British Prime Minister has recruited retired teachers into a cult!

It's done!

"Yes, Professor, you've heard about the recent turmoil, haven't you?"

Having made up his mind, Winston immediately adopted a troubled expression, showing no airs of a prime minister, and as if he were still in high school, he consulted Norman Lovecraft, saying, "The previous Home Secretary died suddenly, and those cultists hiding in the sewers of London took the opportunity to wreak havoc, causing chaos and fear throughout the city. Although I have taken this position, I have neither power nor connections; I was only able to meet the Queen by sheer luck..."

"You're being modest," Norman Lovecraft interjected.

Winston: "I'm telling the truth. In order to solve the imminent crisis, I had to find another way, bypass the government, and seek help from talented people in the private sector."

He stopped, looked Norman Lovecraft straight in the eye, and said sincerely, "You are exactly that kind of person!"

Norman Lovecraft was taken aback: "...It must have been over ten years since we last met. Aren't you afraid I might be the cult terrorist you're trying to capture?"

Has Winston ever thought about this question?

I've thought about it.

Does he care?

not give a damn about.

You believe in evil gods, but does that mean my belief in them isn't also an evil god? Everyone believes in evil gods, so why distinguish between high and low, noble and base?

Oh, maybe it's possible. My evil god even gave himself a name. Can other evil gods do that?

"I believe in you!" Winston said firmly. "When you taught me Latin, you said two phrases to me that I still remember: 'Per aspera ad astra (Through this arduous journey, I reach the stars),' and 'Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici (Through the power of truth, I conquer all things in my lifetime)'. How could someone who so steadfastly pursues knowledge and truth harm others?"

Norman Lovecraft was moved: "...I didn't expect you to remember even this."

Winston pressed on: "Meeting you in Regent's Park today is truly fate! I intend to establish MI5 headquarters there; would you and your wife be willing to become founding members of the organization?"

"MI5? So you even had a name in mind. Looks like you came prepared."

Moreover, they have considerable ambitions.

Norman Lovecraft did not say this aloud.

"Alright, since His Excellency the Prime Minister personally invited me, how could I refuse?"

He was also intimidated by Winston's identity and didn't realize that the invitation was like child's play and had no real effect.

At the same time, a system notification popped up in front of Winston's eyes:

[Mission complete! Attribute points increased, 100 Authority Points gained, and the new skill "Eye of Insight" acquired.]

[Active Skill: Eye of Insight Lv.1 (You can now view the tags of Cult members! The higher the skill level, the more comprehensive the attributes displayed by the tags.)]

[Historical Patch V1888 Obtains Entity: Black Vulture]

Winston's spirits lifted; he'd succeeded!

He immediately activated his Eye of Insight and began to observe Norman Lovecraft beside him.