The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 183: The Void (Part 2)
Chapter Subtitle: The Gods Are Coming
"Non-being, according to the principle of incompatibility between travelers..."
"Your Majesty, excuse me for interrupting. What is that principle of incompatibility with time travelers?"
"Void One, don't you understand this? There can only be one traverser per plane."
"Your Majesty, I understand... I don't understand again, but some planes have multiple or even hundreds or thousands of travelers."
"Nutribe, those planes are all gone."
"Hmm...I really do! Your Majesty, please continue."
"Void One, there is only one traverser in this plane right now, and you are also the only host of this system. So we can only ask you for help. Do you know His Majesty Sass?"
Our Master Yuan knows all too well the powerful lawful evil deity, His Majesty Zarus.
This true human God is a true great humanist, and only pure human beings can become his believers.
He loves to send his followers to destroy alien territories, kill their heroes and leaders, and steal their artifacts. He also encourages human armies to conquer alien territories and enslave their people.
Sass is also the god of human sports because he believes that sports can train perfect humans.
Sounds quite familiar, doesn't it?
"Your Majesty, I know."
"Nutribe, it's good for you to know. He is quite interested in your moderation, so..."
As expected, it would be strange if His Majesty Sass, who is quite interested in perfect humans, did not favor this Major Arcana.
However, the requirements of a human true god are not high...at least this requirement is really not high. So Master Yuan agreed immediately and said, "Your Majesty, please tell His Majesty Sass that this matter is no problem."
"Nothingness, I suppose you also know His Majesty Yege?"
Jergal, Lord of the End of All Things, is the most enigmatic ancient god of death in the Faerunian pantheon. He was once a powerful god of death, second only to the Supreme God, Ao. Later, he inexplicably grew weary of his duties and divided his portfolio among the three gods of death: Bane, Melkor, and Baal. He himself became a weaker force of lawful neutrality.
"Your Majesty, I know."
"None, His Majesty Jergal has fatalism in his ministry. He is very optimistic about your little blond lover, so..."
The God of Fatalism naturally has a soft spot for fortune-tellers, especially since this fortune-teller is responsible for more deaths. He wishes Lady Fate to become his priest. Honestly, this isn't a request, but a favor.
"Your Majesty, on behalf of Lady Rochelle, I thank His Majesty Jaeger for his favor. I believe this matter should be no problem."
"Nonesome, His Highness Denel asked me to bring him a message. He thinks you, the host, have performed quite well so far, but he believes you can do even better. He hopes you will keep up the good work."
Deneir, a weak, neutral-good power also known as the Lord of Words and Images, is the patron saint of artists, initiators, cartographers, and scribes.
He is also a subordinate god of Oghma, the god of knowledge, so Shar calls him "Your Highness." In fact, it is reasonable to say that Denair is the god with the closest relationship with Master Yuan.
Yuan Yanshu finally understood that this broken system was created by the God of Literature.
He also understood that the god of literature came from the Netherlands.
He understood more clearly. No wonder Denaire encouraged him to copy... well, create.
My goodness, this organization's recruitment standards are really broad, even broader than the human resources department of a certain food delivery website. Even those from the Yellow River flood area are required... No, those from the good camp are required.
"Void, those are the three things we need to take care of for now. However... my subordinate, Lovita, would like to ask for a small favor."
"Your Majesty, what does Her Highness the Maiden of Pain want?"
"The Void, this child, Lovita, has taken a fancy to a human girl and wants her to become his saint..."
Saints are truly remarkable. They are the mortals closest to the gods they believe in, and when necessary, they can even become vessels for the gods to descend to earth. Of course, they also possess the power bestowed by the gods.
However, the requirements for becoming a saint are also very high. One must wholeheartedly accept the teachings of God. This is not comparable to forced apostles like the "Nude".
"Don't worry, her saints will not harm your plan at all. On the contrary, they may help you complete it better."
Yuan Yan suddenly asked curiously, "Your Majesty, who is this human woman?"
"Oh, you don't know her yet, but you will soon. She's in England now..."
"Six six six... No, seven Qiao... No, it's eight Kana!" Master Yuan said in disbelief: "How, how, how could it be her?!"
He was really confused. Besides being a beautiful girl, how could the Girl of Pain fall in love with this human girl?
"Void, how can you not understand? Look at her life experience, and you'll understand why Lovita chose her."
After quickly reviewing... well, looking forward to the other person's life experience, Yuan Yan suddenly really understood.
He clenched his right fist and knocked it on his left palm, saying, "So that's how it is!"
So, the question is whether or not to make her a saint of the Maiden of Pain...
Nonsense, of course I have to do something like this!
However, I haven't gained any benefits so far.
So he said with difficulty, "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't want to help Her Highness, the Maiden of Pain. It's just that this will probably cost a lot of S-value."
"Hehehe..." The Night Goddess let out a series of seductive yet slightly scary giggles and said, "Void One, you helped us, so naturally you will benefit from it!"
"Neo? Mr. Yuan? Lord Fool!"
"Ah, Victor. Excuse me, I was just thinking about tuberculosis."
Although it sounded like Yuan Yanshu and Shar were communicating for a long time, in fact only half a minute had passed.
"Mr. Neo Yuan, my wife's condition is really quite bad..."
In fact, the doctor in Florida informed General ZOD that his wife would not live much longer, so he brought his family to New York.
In fact, the 10 of Swords has never quite believed it... To be more precise, this typical redneck Protestant is very resistant to the pagan-like Lord Fool.
If he could choose on his own, he would definitely not be able to afford to offend and would just hide away, quickly returning to Texas or even crossing the border to Mexico.
But for the sake of his lover and daughter, he returned to New York to meet this man who frightened him... To be more precise, he was afraid that this Oriental man made him deeply doubt his own beliefs.
The Ten of Swords finally lowered its proud head, its voice trembling with pain as it said, "P, P, Please..."
“Alright, Victor,” the expressionless Lord Fool said coldly, “You can go back first.”
