Tristan shook his head vigorously.
'This is stupid! I'm literally killing people dead and selling drugs to whoever asks for them. Weapons, too! And my organization absolutely lies to people about the profits and glamor of the job to impressionable people to recruit them on board.'
This line of thinking wasn't right, and if before there was a room for doubt, now Tristan was sure.
'Gospel is the Ass-Angel! This level of writing is not normal at all! It's on the edge of the supernatural, if it's not actually supernatural. It's like one of my skills, or even talents!'
Despite everything—like the fact that Gospel was still anonymous—the thought brought him some excitement. It went down quickly.
Tristan still didn't know how exactly Gospel's powers worked. Was his system anything like Tristan's? Or was it entirely different?
