Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3850 is all "bubbles"

Remy felt a strange, inexplicable feeling when he looked at the cubs of Night Forest.

The child she painstakingly "raised" has now had his own child?!
In a sense, could Ya possibly call her "Grandma"?
She certainly wouldn't go looking for fault with such a cute little girl, but suddenly didn't know what to say to her cub, so she just smiled kindly at Akko.

Akko's big, dark eyes looked at the beautiful older sister with great curiosity; she had never seen her before.

“This child is a gem in both talent and wisdom. Would you like to become my follower? I will create a holy name for you.” Remy finally found a topic to talk about, carefully examined the adorable cub, and gave it high praise, believing that Akko’s future achievements would be extraordinary.

And there are currently four such adorable cubs.

"This is just the beginning. If you each have one, you can have over a hundred cubs in the future." Remy subconsciously complained, "You guys could open your own kindergarten."

She has always been outgoing, down-to-earth, and approachable; she can even tell dirty jokes. She was previously troubled by the parallel dimension issue and had no mood or time to joke.

Now that we've reached a preliminary consensus with Celia and are prepared, the tension I've been feeling has eased a bit.

Akko tilted her head slightly, not understanding what "sacred name" meant.

Despite Celia's repeated attempts to persuade him to stay, Remy didn't stay for dinner at the manor. After saying goodbye to them, he left the manor and headed to the Remidia Grand Cathedral, one of the iconic buildings of Huttonmar, to personally see the first tier of the Arad continent.

Before heading to the Grand Cathedral, Remy used a secret technique on himself that allowed him to conceal his appearance.

Looking at her from someone else's perspective now, Remy is just an ordinary young woman in her early twenties.

"If beauty is a sin, I can bring down Prana."

As the sun began to set and the summer heat subsided, more and more pedestrians began to appear on the streets of Huttonmar. In the wide square in front of the main entrance of the Remedia Cathedral, two clergymen were carrying wooden buckets and using water ladles to wet the ground.

The weather was too dry, and with so many worshippers coming and going, a lot of dust would be stirred up inside the church. Sprinkling water helped to cool it down and keep it clean.

Remy stood silently in front of the door for a few seconds before entering the cathedral. She was like a tourist visiting for the first time, curious about everything around her, looking here and there.

The occasional passing clergyman who saw her didn't find it strange at all. As the first-tier Grand Cathedral, it was extremely famous in the Arad Continent. New faces appeared here every day, and it was normal for someone unfamiliar with the place to feel curious.

After a while, Remy found his way to the chapel, found a seat at the back, and sat down, closing his eyes to rest as he waited for the evening service to begin.

As the chanting of the sacred texts began, she slightly moved her eyelids but did not open her eyes, waiting until the service ended.

They were all praising her; I'd heard it countless times.

Then, some believers bowed and left quietly, while others walked forward and put some money into the donation box as a token of their appreciation.

After a brief silence, she turned to a man who hadn't yet left and asked:
Do you believe that God will protect you?

The man was about fifty years old, with ordinary features, a sun-tanned face with the marks of age, and a calm and unassuming demeanor. His clothes were made of ordinary material, without any luxurious or extravagant decorations. Overall, he was an ordinary person who would be hard to spot in a crowd.

The man, who looked to be in his fifties, glanced at her curiously and replied in a voice with a slight regional accent:
"God is always with us."

This is a common phrase used by the clergy, and any believer who frequently goes to church will certainly know it.

“But God didn’t give you great wealth, nor did He give you extraordinary abilities. Do you still believe that God will watch over you and protect you?” Remy continued to ask.

The man found the young woman a bit strange. Shouldn't people go to clergy for answers to their questions? Why was she asking me? He wasn't a clergyman. Besides, there was an unusual calmness in her tone.

"So whenever I have free time, I pray to the gods, hoping they will make me rich," the middle-aged man replied with a laugh.

Remy smiled, nodded, and then got up and left the chapel.

The other party's answer was quite genuine; after all, you can't expect everyone to spout lofty principles.

Expressing your desires to God, even if it's a desire for wealth, is not shameful at all. It's normal and a reasonable desire. Life should have poetry and distant places, but it's mostly about the mundane necessities of life.

Praying for sudden wealth, praying for marriage, praying for power...

She is a goddess, but she is not ignorant of human affairs.

For the next period of time, Remi went to the Grand Cathedral to question people who came and went, including those who looked ordinary, those who were dressed in fine clothes and adorned with gold and jade, and of course, clergy. She asked many questions.

Some people patiently answered her questions, while others became impatient and waved their hands, indicating they weren't interested in talking to her about random things.

Finally, Remy asked an elderly clergyman, "You clergy often say that if you entrust your will and your faith to God, God will resolve all your doubts. Have you ever encountered a problem that even God cannot solve?"

“Well…” the elderly priest thought for a moment and smiled, “In my decades of life, there have indeed been times when I had questions in my heart, asked God for guidance, but received no response.”

"And these questions are often answered later in the future, and I realize that they are God's answer to me in the future."

Upon hearing this, Remy added, "I mean, are there any questions that haven't been answered yet, or let me put it this way, do you believe your God can solve all problems?"

"Haha, child, God won't satisfy everyone's needs," the old priest chuckled, giving an example as he said:

"If everyone prays to God to become the king of this land, then God cannot accomplish this task. So, in other words, there are problems that God cannot solve."

"Then you still devoutly believe in God?"

“Child, don’t look at what God hasn’t given you, but look at what God has already given you.”

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Remy wasn't looking for a precise answer, nor was she trying to test the believers' piety. She had heard it many times before, and many different answers, some of which were more elegant and perfect than those of the old clergy, answers that could be written in the holy books as models.

She just suddenly wanted to ask and hear for herself.

For the first time, the true form of God descended to the mortal realm.

Remy chuckled to himself, quite relaxed and cheerful, and muttered to himself, "If even I, a god, am confused, how can I be worthy of their faith? I am a god, after all."

Immediately, Remy noticed a passerby looking at her with a rather strange expression, the meaning of which she understood... that the person seemed to be suffering from chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

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Extraterrestrial universe.

Ye Lin paused temporarily on an ordinary life-bearing planet. Like Remy, he descended to the mortal world and entered the mundane realm. He disguised himself as an ordinary young man, neither outstanding in appearance nor in cultivation level.

An important reminder from Bubble: her mark can help him find the Nameless Mist, but he cannot deliberately seek it out.

The reason is that the Nameless Mist and the Darkness are blind and foolish primordial Outer Gods, and very few beings know about them. The vast majority of the Great Old Ones are unaware that these two exist.

They also believed that Bubble and Shub Nicholas were born directly from blind folly, and were the biological children of the Creator.

The relationship between those two beings and the Creator is very special. If Ye Lin deliberately seeks out these two primordial outer gods with a clear purpose, it is possible that he will trigger their senses in advance, so that they will know Ye Lin's purpose the moment they meet, and then attract the attention of the Creator.

So Bubble solemnly reminded him that he should just drift naturally and go wherever he wanted, and that her mark would help Night Forest find the Nameless Mist at some point.

Ye Lin already had a certain understanding of this place. The civilization here was based on swords and magic. There were powerful magicians who could summon wind and rain, and others who could shatter towering mountains with weapons. Many places in the world had interesting stories full of romance or wonder.

Legend has it that a brave warrior in ancient times slew an evil dragon and thus gained immense wealth, enough to last a lifetime, and even married a princess.

There is also a legend that someone jumped off a cliff to commit suicide, but was swept into a mysterious cave by the waves and obtained a powerful, lost secret technique inside.

Compared to the extremely twisted and indescribable Outer Gods that Ye Lin knew, the overall style here is relatively pure and natural, without any strange occurrences.

However, the level of cultivation here is not high. Awakened individuals are already top experts in their respective regions. There are only a handful of people at the legendary level, and each of them could be the subject of a book, described with many gorgeous words, becoming a legendary story.

There is almost no trace of Outer Gods in this world.

Ye Lin pretended to be a novice with courage, asking some older people if there were any strange things, his words filled with longing for those legends and stories.

“Yes, of course there are.” A man who looked to be about forty years old, with a scar on his face and clumps of brown hair, laughed.
"Outside the kingdom, there are mysterious ghost ships on the sea. There is no one on board, as if they are all dead. However, the tea is still steaming, and the ships are loaded with tons of gold and diamonds. Unfortunately, those who went on board never returned."

"In the dark forest far north of the city, it is said that a tree spirit disguises itself as a beautiful woman to lure people into the depths of the forest, from which they never return. The treasure of all the victims is hidden there."

"There is also the infamous swamp, where it is said that a magnificent palace lies deep within. It was there when the empire fell and the royal family refused to surrender, taking all their treasures with them and hiding there. They never came out again, and it is filled with mysterious miasma and fog."

"I went into that swamp when I was young and killed many magical beasts, but I never found the Empire's legacy. However, I did discover some interesting things. Would you like to know?"

Ye Lin immediately became interested and said expectantly, "Could you tell me more about the tree spirit? My main goal is to bring back the inheritance of those victims and give it to their families."

These stories are all so common they're practically ubiquitous. In the continent of Arad, they'd be as common as the stories of the white-robed mage Mar and the priest Gig—people of all ages could tell a few stories about them.

They embellish their stories and add their own touches, and the stories are complete; as for their authenticity, there's no way to verify them.

After chatting for a while with a group of lazy, boastful people, Ye Lin seemed to be filled with enthusiasm and energy, and then bowed and took his leave.

"I bet this kid, all courage and no experience, will be nothing but bandits and thieves, robbing and killing him once he leaves the kingdom's official road." Someone laughed loudly behind Ye Lin, seemingly sarcastic, but actually meant to warn him not to leave the official road.

Ye Lin did just that. He walked casually in conspicuous places in the city, and after leaving the city, he deliberately went to those remote places. He also had a flashy but impractical sword at his waist, which was inlaid with decorative silver and a small amount of gold, as well as a few worthless rhinestones.

This also successfully attracted some ill-intentioned people who tried to rob it, but they were all dealt with in return.

Ye Lin unexpectedly obtained information about an Outer God, or more precisely, information about a certain intelligent race that followed the Outer God.

Based on the very limited information he had, he deduced the opposite, and an even more unexpected situation occurred: the Outer God that the race followed was actually Bubble, or more precisely, one of Bubble's incarnations.

"Is this what they call going with the flow? But it seems like we've gone in the wrong direction, and ended up taking it out on Bubble." Ye Lin silently rubbed his forehead, then left this low-level life-bearing planet, not wanting to disturb its peace any further.

He set off again through the starry sky, following the most instinctive feedback provided by the mark, searching for the ultimate purpose of his journey.

Over the next period of time, Ye Lin entered several more inhabited planets and came into contact with civilizations, discovering traces of Outer Gods in various ways, including Outer Gods who had already perished.

Then, some traces of the Outer Gods will eventually point to the bubble.

"Damn it, how many traces and incarnations do you have? It's like the whole universe is your bubble. How many balls do you have?" Ye Lin couldn't help but complain.

Unable to recall how many times he had set off, Ye Lin finally made an unexpected discovery. It wasn't a trace of bubbles, but a remnant of divine laws. In the void, there was a power invisible to the naked eye, steaming with chaotic light, telling tales of the past.

This place had been deliberately dealt with, but Ye Lin, who was proficient in the power of eternity, still keenly sensed a trace of immortality.

“It’s Shub Nicholas’s Crimson Abyss Power, and… the power of decay.” Ye Lin’s heart sank. Did this mean that the other party had begun to try to fuse with the power of decay, but it didn’t seem to be going smoothly and some unknown accident had occurred?

After thinking it over, Ye Lin did not pursue the idea of ​​tracing the decline of the power; his primary goal was still to find the two original Outer Gods.

Until he saw with his own eyes Shub Nicholas, who had merged with the power of decay.

(End of this chapter)