Green Monster Epic

Chapter 764: A Crucial Step

Allen's tendrils of mental power transformed into a constantly rotating and climbing spiral, tightly entwining the strand of faith power that Allen had locked onto, while the liquid rage now transformed into droplets of ribbons, forming countless electric shocks between the faith power and the tendrils of mental power, binding the three together tightly.

Previously, the rage and mental power tendrils, which were distinct and immiscible, had now become the most tacit allies, allowing Allen, as their master, to finally glimpse the full picture of the new energy.

It was a constantly spiraling ladder, and at the end of the ladder was the core of the seed of faith. With this ladder, Allen was finally able to feel the purest will of the seed of faith, which originated from his own most steadfast belief.

Allen, as a novice, had ultimately found a glimmer of opportunity through accidental encounters, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem entirely illogical.

The origin of the faith power that Allen currently possessed was presented to believers in the form of the God of Cookery. The existing doctrines of the God of Cookery, as well as the words and actions of the preaching priests, were actually closely related to the established image of the God of Cookery. Since it was the God of Cookery, the faith power gathered from this source naturally aligned with the domain of the God of Cookery, even if Allen himself was just a pseudo-god who couldn't even perceive faith power.

And when Allen cooked, it happened to coincide with the domain of the God of Cookery, making it the easiest time to resonate with the faith power. When he focused on the ingredients and cooking, he unconsciously completed synchronization with the new star that belonged solely to him in the endless starry sky. Ultimately, the new star's feedback to Allen was the faith power that shared the same origin as him, helping him establish his own divine authority domain.

With a thought from Allen, the seed of faith, which had been perpetually rotating clockwise, sensed Allen's will and underwent a change for the first time. The clockwise rotation of the seed of faith suddenly stopped, and the rotation of the rage vortex also came to an abrupt halt. Immediately afterward, the seed of faith and the rage vortex suddenly began to rotate counterclockwise.

The function of the rage vortex to condense liquid rage did not disappear, but the faith power that had been constantly absorbed was slowly circulating back with the counterclockwise rotation of the seed of faith. At the same time, countless strands of faith power emerged from the seed of faith, which was the faith power that originally belonged to Allen, accumulated from distant stars.

More mental power tendrils and liquid rage gathered, and the newly born energy gradually grew stronger, until Allen's mental power was exhausted and the rage could no longer sustain it, this newly born energy gradually stabilized.

Pure!

This was the only word that Allen felt could match this newly born energy, and he had no doubt about the power and divinity of this energy. Even though it had just been born within his body, it had already begun to flow through his body spontaneously, and every time it flowed through a place, Allen's dilapidated body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every new cell was cheering and full of vitality.

In a short period of time, the injuries on Allen's body had recovered by two or three points, which would have taken at least half a year with normal recuperation. Of course, the price for this was not small. The energy that had been painstakingly condensed had now been consumed by seventy or eighty percent, with only a small amount of residue being guided by Allen back to the vicinity of the rage vortex where the seed of faith was located.

The divine consciousness separated from Allen's main consciousness and took control of the body. The divine consciousness, in a state of absolute rationality, was most adept at analyzing this situation, and Allen's main consciousness could take this opportunity to calm down and carefully consider the reason for this anomaly.

The divine consciousness immersed itself in that cluster of golden, magnificent, and sacred energy, carefully perceiving its structure and principle, while also continuing to link and control the seed of faith, which it had never manipulated before, making it rotate and reverse.

The intangible and immaterial faith power now appeared in Allen's perception as a colorful array of colors, some as pure white as snow, some as brilliant as rainbows. The colors of each strand of faith power were different, but when it combined with Allen's mental power tendrils and rage, it uniformly transformed into a magnificent and sacred gold. Allen himself didn't even realize that his slightly closed pupils had now turned into a pure gold color, like a pair of eyes of a true deity overlooking events.

After exploring again, the divine consciousness finally made its next move. With the manipulation of consciousness, it suddenly poured the remaining divine power into the core of the seed of faith, the place where countless faith power originated.

Boom!

Allen's entire consciousness was occupied by a magnificent golden color. In an instant, he seemed to have crossed a world. His consciousness, wrapped in divine power, appeared near a fiery planet that was huge to the point of being exaggerated and looked extremely dangerous.

The gold originated from the raging flames on the planet's surface. The flickering tongues of fire formed golden ribbons tens or hundreds of miles long, floating around Allen's consciousness, very lively. Outside the fiery planet was a deep and quiet black, so black that it felt like staring into an abyss, and a sense of fear and icy coldness arose from the bottom of the heart, freezing the entire body and consciousness.

Only around this burning planet could one receive shelter and warmth, making people yearn for it and want to join it as a part of it.

Just like the colorful faith power that slowly drifted from the darkness behind Allen, it was now returning to its nest, throwing itself into the raging flames. And among them, the most conspicuous was the pure golden energy—divine power—formed by the intermingling of Allen's own mental power tendrils, rage, and faith power.

The light threads formed by the golden divine power were very small and insignificant compared to the huge and unimaginable fiery planet, but even though the two colors were very similar, this touch of pure gold was still dazzling, making it impossible to ignore.

When it finally slowly plunged into the fiery planet, the entire planet instantly turned into a pot of boiling oil that had just been splashed with cold water. The rising flames instantly soared hundreds of miles away, and the strong aura forced Allen to subconsciously retreat.

More intense flames and beams of light brandished on the planet's surface, and powerful undercurrents stirred beneath the golden planet, often stirring up golden sea waves hundreds of meters high on the liquid-like surface, as if the entire planet possessed its own consciousness, cheering for the arrival of that tiny bit of divine power just now.

Allen could clearly feel the emotions expressed by the huge new star in front of him. An invisible connection bound him and this planet together.

With the agitation of the nova, clusters of golden light spewed out from its surface. The starlight bloomed in the black void, its colors captivating, surging in the opposite direction from whence the power of faith emanated, ultimately vanishing from Allen's sight.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Rings of light emerged from the nova's surface, forming halos. Allen's divine consciousness also diligently adjusted his own mental fluctuations, harmonizing with the nova's heartbeat-like rhythm, memorizing its resonant frequency, and sending strong feedback to his main consciousness, alerting him to the crucial significance of this frequency.

Though still uncertain of its meaning, Allen felt an intuition arise within him: perhaps the nova's current vibrational frequency held the key to harnessing the power of faith in the future.

… … … …

On the snow-covered mountaintop, within the crystalline, pure observatory tower, Yodeler, the legendary human prophecy grand mage and stargazer, peered through a massive astronomical telescope, witnessing firsthand the radiant halo that suddenly erupted from the nova they had been observing in the depths of the endless starry sky, his eyes filled with a mixture of fascination and envy.

Suddenly, the observatory's doorbell rang, and a familiar figure appeared behind Yodeler, gazing up at the cloud-covered sky, his white film-covered, listless eyes seemingly able to penetrate the thick clouds and observe the starry sky beyond.

"Teacher, you sensed it too?"

Yodeler withdrew his gaze from the telescope's eyepiece, then walked to the elderly man's side, inquiring with concern.

"Indeed. I didn't expect our gamble on this goblin to progress so rapidly. He's already discovered the key to the secrets of the power of the divine source so quickly."

"Shouldn't we be calling him 'He' now?"

Abel, the current Vice-Chairman of the Eternal Truth Council and legendary high-level prophecy master, the 'Sober One,' continued to gaze at the sky with a complicated expression.

Yodeler's mood was similarly complex, and he couldn't help but look up again, asking with envy.

"Heh heh, there's still a long way to go before he becomes 'He'! However, this nova representing him has undergone such a change, I'm afraid it will attract a lot of trouble for him!"

"Then we…"

"Let's wait and see. With our current power, we're not qualified to participate in this matter for the time being."

"Then, should we inform the royal family about this…"

"I'll discuss it with the chairman first…"

It wasn't just the stargazers of the Eternal Truth Council who noticed the nova suddenly bursting into light in the endless starry sky. Many major forces in the Feyman world also discovered the anomaly, and the already restless world once again showed signs of impending turmoil.

… …

Within the Green Lake Town underground temple, Zerlang, the high priest of the Food God Society, was beaming with excitement as he continuously manipulated a ball of holy and majestic light in his hand. Eventually, when his mental strength became strained, he casually tossed the light ball, sending it crashing into the hard stone wall nearby. A bowl-sized crater slowly appeared amidst the flying gravel before Zerlang and Albard, who had been watching Zerlang's spellcasting with great interest.

"After praying last night, I was preparing to sleep when I suddenly felt a throbbing in my heart. Then, a golden ball of light shot out from the statue I usually worship. After that, I gained the first-level divine spell, Holy Light, as well as seven or eight other divine spells such as Heal Minor Wounds, Detoxify, and Identify Ingredients. The highest-level spell is the fourth-level Heal Moderate Wounds."

"Moreover, many more knowledge appeared in my mind, such as how to cast divine spells, and the specific functions of divine spells…"

After demonstrating to Albard, Zerlang continued to excitedly report the many changes in his body to the leader before him.

"According to what you said, you should have received the grace of our Lord and become a true divine clergy member!"

Albard didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing so soon after taking over the Food God Society. His curiosity about the unknown mysteries was immediately piqued.

"Yes, not only can I cast divine spells now, but I can also perform the divine grace techniques that other church clergy members bestow upon their followers. Our believers no longer need to feign faith in other deities in order to materialize their power levels!"

Zerlang was genuinely happy for obtaining his current divine spellcasting ability, but the majority of this happiness wasn't because of his own increase in strength, but for the bright future of the Food God Society.

Just imagine, a church with its own deity is unable to perform the divine grace manifestation technique for its believers. How can it convince the believers to be sincerely devoted!!

"What is your level now?"

"I am now a level 7 warrior/level 5 cleric. According to other churches, I should be considered a level 12 battle cleric."

"Not bad, advancing from a low-level warrior to a divine official about to break through the high-level in one fell swoop. This divine grace is truly a good thing!!"

Albard didn't envy Zerlang's sudden opportunity. He knew very well that the strength gained through divine grace, like Zerlang's, seemed easy and simple, but in reality, they also needed to pay a heavy price, and that price was to be forever bound to the deity they worshiped, pleasing Him.

If one day, these divine officials and priests suddenly betrayed their faith, then they would also be cast down from heaven to hell, and all the graces would be taken back by the deities.

This situation of being at the mercy of life and death was not a path that Albard would choose. Even if he now served as the leader of the Food God Society, he would sincerely believe in the Food God, but if divine grace were to be bestowed upon him, then he would probably refuse it.

This was the dignity of a mage, especially a legendary mage like Albard who had found his own path and truth. It was absolutely impossible for him to abandon his ideals and pursuits.

"I'm now wondering, besides you, will other goblins also receive such grace?"

"This… is not impossible!!"

Zerlang was first stunned, then his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "I will now go find High Priest Kehan and the others to discuss it, and let them check the followers and priests below to see if anyone is like me."

"Okay, go."

Albard looked at the beaming Zerlang, wishing he could dissect this goblin on the spot to study the changes after his advancement, but in the end, reason suppressed his desire, and he waved his hand to signal Zerlang to leave.