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"Hey, what's with the temper?!" You instantly jumped back a step, frowning as you looked at the door panel pierced by the believer. You yelled at the tavern owner, "Make him pay for it, don't come after me!"

The tavern owner stood up from behind the counter and said hoarsely, "The Twelve Gods' Joint Conference—any outsider who dares to come will die! Kill!"

You looked at the patrons preparing for the fight, sighed, and then a look of excitement appeared on your face.

[First, you used "Animated Object" to make the beer glass yell and swallow the cultists' throats; then you used "Exile" to throw a madman who was summoning an evil god into a plane full of evil gods; next, you used "Acceleration" to make a leaping man stab Brother Niu into his companion's mouth before he could react; then you stomped on the ground and used "Force Array" to instantly repel all kinds of incoming projectiles, and also knocked away one guy's iron teeth.]

Jennifer's actions, however, felt like overwhelming force. She directly filled the area with divine light, instantly reducing the status of all enemies. Then, she grabbed her longsword and swiftly began cutting them down.

Finally, you stepped onto the table, flicked your hood, and said to the messy tavern:

"Oh, I forgot to ask, which gods' henchmen are you all?"

Upon hearing this, the tavern owner, who was lying on the ground barely alive, couldn't catch his breath and died on the spot.

Well, it's true that drinking alcohol is bad for your health.

[Unfortunately, there are no Shadow God's henchmen in this tavern, but fortunately, it seems to be the force behind one of the people you threw into the Inquisition.]

[You talked to the deceased and a few believers whose deaths were relatively normal, and found that they might have been mentally damaged from long-term religious practice, as they started spouting things like "Maka Pakka"...]

[However, you did get some information, such as who the twelve gods are, but since they're just background information, you're too lazy to write down their names, and this simulator is too lazy to make them up either.]

[Besides that, there are also some schemes to secretly smear other factions, steer conflicts towards them, and then take the opportunity to tarnish their divine power. And the recent trade information coming and going from Pandora Town is all useless junk to you.]

[After thinking about it, I realized that, according to them, the people gathered at the town's official strongholds were actually lower-class professionals. The higher-level professionals and even higher-ranking believers were said to be hiding in secret, unknown corners.]

[In that case, searching for people at each outpost seems pointless and might even alert the enemy, potentially leading to more chaos. Even if you're a level six mage and level six warrior double agent, with Jennifer, a level six knight, you might still encounter danger.]

"Since I'm already here..." you sighed, turned, and walked out of the tavern.

Around 8 or 9 p.m., after Tusda finally finished processing several times more meat than usual that day, he wearily took off his apron and left the kitchen, only to unexpectedly see you and Jennifer squatting on the path outside the kitchen, laughing and talking about something.

He scratched his head, utterly puzzled, slung the giant sword over his back, and approached you.

"...Otherwise, how else would you say that even a dog would be reborn in Lundian?" you said while piling mud to resemble your mage tower.

“Look at Runetic II, a sovereign, yet his subjects were all estranged. And this Janium, who served men as gods, his spirit waned and his love waned; in the end, he will be left with nothing but a desolate, white expanse.”

"Wow, that's incredibly profound?!" Tusda couldn't help but be taken aback. He'd initially assumed you were illiterate like him, given your seemingly unremarkable demeanor, but he never expected you to be so incredibly knowledgeable!

"That's what gods are like." Jennifer stuck two large breasts onto the chest of your clay statue, lifted it up, couldn't help but laugh, then stuffed the statue into the mage tower you made, and continued:

"If a deity is an unresponsive confessional, then your feelings and expectations towards the deity are more genuine, and less driven by those repulsive desires. But when the deity responds, requires you to perform tasks, and you can profit from it, then there is no longer a purely faith-based relationship."

"Sigh, so it seems that relationships between people are the same; when there's no response, emotional attachment becomes purer..."

"Wow, this is so profound?! It's actually a philosophy about emotions?" Tusda felt his brain jolt again.

"Oh, so that's what you were thinking?" You looked at her in surprise, scratched your head with your muddy hands, then grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, intending to roll it into a tree, but it turned into a giant golden mushroom. You stared at the giant golden mushroom in silence for a while, then planted it next to the mage tower, and continued:

"I think that sometimes, although it is better not to disturb, disturbing is not entirely a bad thing. Similarly, it is good to have no desire for personal gain, but it is not a bad thing to have it."

"That's how love is. If it's just a superficial connection that doesn't delve into the other person's heart, it's certainly safe, but I don't consider that love. Only when we're entangled in a dynamic of mutual pursuit, seeking balance amidst differing interests, and finding daily dynamic joy hidden within a long, seemingly static life—that's the kind of love I'm truly willing to accept."

"That makes sense..." Jennifer nodded in agreement, placing her Squirtle clay figure on the forehead of your clay figure.

"Too profound..." Tusda sighed sincerely. His admiration for you and Jennifer inexplicably turned into a faint, bitter smile. He thought bitterly to himself:

"That's great, it's a pity I've never been in a relationship..."

He was lost in bitter sorrow for a while, then came to his senses and suddenly found that you and Jennifer had stood up and were standing in front of him.

"Hey, Tutu's off work? We've come to bother you." You patted the mud off your hands and placed a clay sculpture of a Demon Tower in the hands of a bewildered Tusda.

"...What is this?" Tusda asked, acutely aware of his illiteracy.

"This is the magic network. Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I explained." You grinned, ignoring his increasingly bewildered expression, and said:

"Alright, Tutu, take us back to the Flip-Dump Garden. Grandpa Niu wants to come to your house for tea."

"Huh? The Tumbler Garden?" Tusda had just taken out a box and placed the clay Demon Gathering Tower inside when he heard this, and he was stunned for a moment, asking:

"Wait, weren't you busy with something? Why did you change your plans again?"

"All done with work?" You scratched your head, patted Tusda's shoulder, and pushed him towards the exit of the alley, saying:

"Anyway, things might be a bit hard to explain, but I'm afraid I'll have to stay at your Flip-Dump Garden tonight. Oh, and I'll also need your help to prepare some food..."

Your voice echoed in Tusdar's ears, but his gaze instantly went unfocused as he saw the figures of the fleeing believers. Tusdar looked at the flames burning above several taverns, gradually regaining his senses, only then hearing you still laughing and saying:

"...Yes, and then I thought, if we wipe this place out, no one will be able to hide in the shadows anymore..."

Chapter 183 Recommends a novel: *The Record of the Goddess of Janium*

This is a very strange night.

[With war raging outside and everyone suffering, this should have been a time for unity to find the culprit. However, some busybodies took advantage of the chaos and added fuel to the fire. The situation, which should have quickly calmed down, was reignited. Cultists, murderers, and madmen mingled together, completely unaware that they had long forgotten their original purpose.]

And you, standing by the window of a secluded thatched hut, listening to the noise outside, shook your head and said, "This environment is no good. How can anyone sleep at night with all this noise?"

After casually making a comment that seemed completely unrelated to you, you turned around, looked at the tea stems standing upright in your bowl, and suddenly paused, stunned.

"What does this mean again?" You pondered for a moment, then your eyes suddenly cleared, and you exhaled knowingly: "Shugeng, unable to sleep at night..."

Tusda scratched his head in utter confusion, completely unable to comprehend your philosophy. He rubbed his hands nervously, then instinctively picked up the soup simmering in the pot and placed it on the table.

"Because I chopped too much meat today, I didn't want to do any more chopping, so this soup is just ordinary wild vegetable soup." He poured himself a bowl of soup and gulped it down.

"Wild vegetable soup..." You nodded, about to praise him for eating healthily, when suddenly you paused, muttering to yourself, "Wild vegetable soup... that means, vegetarian soup?"

【“?” Tusda looked at your blank expression, and for some reason, felt a chill run from his buttocks to his head. He shivered and suddenly gulped down a bowl of vegetarian soup.】

You snapped out of your reverie, glanced at the scar on Tusda's face, frowned slightly, sat back down next to Jennifer, and fell into deep thought.

At first, you assumed that Tusdar, as an adventurer, belonged to the Lawful Good faction. However, in his candid account, you discover that he was exiled to the town of Pandora, which, considering the sins he committed, makes perfect sense.

"Since my debut, I've taken on over a thousand jobs, more than half of which were assassination plots. I was exiled because I publicly called Runetic II a fool, and the Inquisition punished me." That's how he introduced himself. You listened with trepidation for a long time, fearing he would eventually say the Inquisition punished you for "leaking state secrets." Thankfully, he said it was because of the many killings he had committed, and that his soul was too evil, which put your mind at ease.

"This is completely unsettling!" you thought to yourself, then fell into deep thought.

In such a chaotic country, one cannot judge others by common sense. Janium has his own national circumstances; one can only say that these people are not "normal in the secular world."

In Tusda's mind, assassination was a perfectly normal thing. His life as an adventurer was spent frantically carrying out commissions. Of course, he would also abandon commissions that were too difficult; he wasn't such a "pedantic" person.

However, even in such a chaotic country, there's a system that seems familiar: the divine land system. It's somewhat like your household registration system from a past life, but much more stringent.

Because the relationships between the gods are complex, in order to prevent believers from repeatedly betraying their cause and acting as traitors, they will guide believers who borrow their divine power to the "divine kingdom."

[It's called a divine kingdom, but it's really just an illusion where you passively communicate with the gods, receiving divine blessings and hearing their will—nothing more.]

However, believers who accepted the guidance of the Kingdom of God were labeled as divine beings. According to the rules of the rulers of Janium, believers from different divine realms could only live in specific areas. If they wandered to other areas, they would be deported, exiled, or executed on the spot upon discovery.

The gods of Yanium are less gods and more like a group of evil creatures wielding divine power. After all, according to Tusdar, the oracles received by the believers are far more vicious than the assassination commissions he undertakes.

Thinking of this, you shook your head, your impression of the Yanium United Nations worsening even further. You stood up, about to pull Jennifer out to see what was happening outside, when suddenly there was a frantic knocking on Tusda's door, and a voice outside shouted menacingly:

"Tusda, open the door! You dare to skip out on your bill? You dare to open the door!"

Tusda's face showed embarrassment. He shouldered his giant sword, walked to the door, opened it, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I skipped out on the bill..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man outside shoved him aside and rushed in. His forehead was dark, and his eyes were black with bruises; he looked like he'd been kicked in the street. Seeing you and Jennifer sitting against the wall in your hooded robes, he paid them little attention, walked straight to the table, slammed his hand on it, took a deep breath, and said:

"The commission has been cancelled. Our god has decreed that the mission ahead has failed, and the targets have not been teleported here. For now, we should lie low and observe the situation. You can return the deposit."

"There's no reason to return a deposit!" Tusda muttered, then pulled up a chair and sat down. He coughed and said:

"The cancellation of the commission due to the failure of the previous mission shouldn't be my fault, right? Isn't this deposit a bit unreasonable?"

"Hmm?" The believer frowned, his dark circles appearing even more intense. He let out a cold laugh and said loudly:

"No deposit required? Then you can continue with your commissions! I'm sending people to the Adventurers' Guild to inform all the clients that your commissions haven't been completed. Let's see what you do then!"

"Don't be like that, it's too childish..." Tusda sighed with a bitter face and asked, "But your mission failed, where am I supposed to find someone to sacrifice for you?"

"...No, that's not right." The believer suddenly said with a grim face, "Although the mission ahead failed, two people were still teleported here. Didn't you see? Those two should be killed too!"

"I saw it..." Tusda nodded hesitantly.

"Where are they?! You let them go?" the believer roared in fury.

"Ah... um... how should I describe it to you?" Tusda sighed and said, "You should tell them yourself."

["What…" Before the believer could finish speaking, he suddenly felt two pats on his shoulder. He turned his head in confusion and caught your fist, as big as a hot pot, right in the face.]

"How rude! How can you speak ill of someone to their face? Looks like he needs to be taught a lesson." You dragged the unconscious believer out the door, grinned at the stunned Tusda, and then muttered to yourself:

"How strange! I arrived just moments before he showed up at my door. Is this... this is speed dating?!"

That night, you subjected the Shadow God's follower to severe torture, but unfortunately, he remained tight-lipped. The existence of the divine kingdom protected his mind. After thinking about it, you felt that coercion wouldn't be very effective, so you decided to talk to him.

"Brother, have you ever heard of the Magic Network?" You pulled out a cigar you'd taken from Tusda's pocket, put it in the mouth of the Shadow God's follower, and asked curiously.

"Heh heh, the magic network is nothing but a conspiracy by the goddess of magic! It's all a deception!" the believer shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "Our god is the greatest being!"

"Let's not talk about that for now." You cleared your throat and said, "Let me introduce you to a magic web novelist and his most popular novel recently—'The Record of the Goddess of Yanium'..."

Chapter 184 Terrifyingly Powerful Like a Monster

The believer's spirit was quickly corrupted; the power of silence lies in the silence that is unspoken.

Even the devotees of the gods cannot resist, so how can we, mere mortals, escape this temptation? Please follow the guidance of your heart and shout aloud: Praise SeSe! Praise Brother Niu!

You snatched the photograph of the first ten chapters of the Annals of Janium from the hands of the emaciated believer, ignored his desperate cries, and coldly left the place.

[That's too cruel! Taking the story away from an excited reader is worse than killing them!]

However, you have already obtained the answer you sought. The reason you spared his life is that in this place, losing the protection of the gods is far more terrifying than losing one's life, and his gods departed from him when he became engrossed in the arts.

"Did you find out anything?" Jennifer asked curiously, standing not far away.

"The scheme set up between the gods, with the Shadow God being just the front line, because he has some grudge against the Goddess of Magic. If they successfully teleport the mages here, their plan is to study the principles of the magic network from the mages, and by constantly stimulating the magic power within the mages, they will find a way to counter the magic network through its repeated construction."

You shook your head and said, "It sounds simple, but their methods are actually extremely cruel. You could say that these guys who associate with gods have long since lost their humanity."

"Not true gods." Jennifer scoffed dismissively, then asked, "So what should we do next? We can't just go and attack their gods, can we? We don't even know where those gods are."

You didn't refute Jennifer's words, nor did you think she was overestimating herself, because she was right. The gods of Janium "are not true gods." In your perception, they might only be around the level of high-ranking legends, which isn't unattainable for you.

Now, perhaps the threat from Janium doesn't originate from any one person or deity, but rather from a complex top-down system. Like forces converging from all directions at a single point, after eliminating opposing forces, they ultimately combine into a single force pushing in one direction: to shatter the peace between Janium and Norard and ignite war.

However, although you're unsure what you can do, you at least want to try and disrupt the balance among the high-ranking gods of Yanium... As for your target, choose the unfortunate Runetic II.

"Why not ask the great God of Light?" you laughed, taking out a gold house coin and saying, "Whichever side is facing up, that's our target."