The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 731

"Who are you?!" The questioner was disheveled, his clothes stained with blood, and he appeared fierce but was actually weak.

Black Rob chuckled: "Number 1, if you need a name, you can call me that."

Instead of trying to approach the other person, he stood more than ten meters away, using skill to clearly project his voice into the other person's ear:

“We may not be friends, but I am an irreconcilable enemy of the group that just escaped. If you are willing to believe that, then it is a good start.”

The other person still looked tense, but Black Rob could sense that his unconventional self-introduction had achieved some success, and the tense atmosphere had eased somewhat.

Black Rob made no unnecessary gestures and said calmly, "I noticed that your relative is dying. He has been subjected to torture of a level of punishment, and he is almost bleeding to death. If you are not confident in treating him, I can help."

Black Rob's words not only diverted the attention of the chestnut-haired woman he was interacting with, but also made his accomplices realize what was going on, and the atmosphere quickly turned into one of grief and indignation.

It's more of a tragedy than a loss; they lost more than just one or two people.

To protect the sacred artifact, many familiar faces and voices were completely erased. I didn't have time to grieve before, but now I'm starting to feel the pain.

The chestnut-haired woman pouted, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't cry out.

She was very clear about the abilities her people still possessed, so she quickly made a decision and said to Black Rob, "I beg you..."

Black Robb waved his hand: "No need to beg. We help each other. I'll help you, and you'll help me. The first and biggest favor I need from you is to make sure the Cup of Life doesn't fall into the hands of that group and their accomplices."

The chestnut-haired woman's expression shifted from understanding to slight confusion.

She had suspected before that Black Robb hadn't just happened to be passing by, but had come specifically for this purpose, and most likely knew about the Cup of Life, or even came specifically for it.

This suspicion can now be basically confirmed.

She guessed the beginning correctly, but not the ending.

Of course, she wouldn't easily trust Black Rob completely. There are plenty of people who say one thing and do another. Perhaps it's just rhetoric, taking advantage of a moment when she's off guard to gain favor, and then revealing their hideous and ugly side once she lowers her guard...

Furthermore, given the other party's arrogant attitude, she believed they were likely confident in their ability to save the person, and that the act of saving the person was probably a way to lower their guard.

“I’ll take this sugar coating on behalf of the mutual aid society!” The chestnut-haired woman made a quick decision.

The next step is easy.

While Black Robo, as a god, is somewhat unorthodox, Victor, as the incarnation of a god, is exceptionally dignified, practically bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.

Twilight is also light, but unlike the midday sun, it is not so intense that it allows no darkness whatsoever.

This makes Twilight actually quite suitable for dealing with dark forces.

It's not quite the same as Dawn of Light.

The light of dawn needs darkness to nurture it, just as children draw sustenance from their parents when they are minors, exhibiting a certain degree of dependence.

Twilight, on the other hand, walks calmly into darkness as a being of light, and the process of merging into darkness reveals the grandeur of a past glory and the wisdom of seeing through fate.

The chestnut-haired woman and her accomplices felt this subtle yet powerful pressure. Those whose lives hung by a thread had their dark power quickly melted away, like paint being diluted by water.

The remaining evil, filth, or, to put it more humanly, malicious thoughts and their corresponding supernatural powers, are easily identified, opposed, isolated, concentrated, and eradicated because they lack the warm breeding ground of darkness.

On the surface, it appears as if golden light has entered the water. After being washed, the life-threatening person's breath changed from rapid and weak to steady and strong, and it is clear that they have fallen asleep.

This is actually a good thing. The previous struggle against death had exhausted too much energy, leading to a high incidence of sudden death. Being able to fall asleep in this situation indicates that bodily functions have recovered, and this method allows for a semi-forced recovery.

Among the chestnut-haired woman's companions were several insightful individuals; one man with half-gray hair and beard even knelt before Victor, proclaiming, "Holy one!"

The chestnut-haired woman then realized that the person before her was a deity, whose status was in no way lower than the Cup of Life that they had sworn to protect.

"Please forgive me..."

Black Rob waved his hand, interrupting again in a friendly manner.

Asking for favors and apologizing not only hurts a person's self-esteem and makes them feel embarrassed, but also puts the other person's social status at a disadvantage.

Black Robb wasn't making empty promises to win favor; he genuinely needed these people to protect the Cup of Life.

Some items only realize their value in the hands of certain types of people; otherwise, they are merely collectibles to show off one's status, like the Fel Orb, which is kept hidden away and never heard of. Occasionally, one might think of its usefulness, only to find it has exploded.

Although it can be considered to make the best use of resources, there is still a suspicion that it is being wasted. In the hands of the right person, it could have played a much greater role.

After settling the wounded, the group resumed their journey, and Black Rob made his intentions clear.

Inform them that the organization that attacked them was a deeply entrenched but short-established group, Chaotic Ladder.

The plague was created by him.

Afterwards, they wanted to emulate the Dark Hell's method of using demonic souls as jailers, so they set their sights on the positive power of the Cup of Life.

The chestnut-haired woman and her accomplices felt a chilling sense of dread, wondering, 'Is this the kind of secret we should be hearing?' And, of course, an overwhelming rage.

Black Rob said, "Anger is normal. I hope you will channel it into motivation, and not just be angry for a moment..."

These harsh words made the group of people feel embarrassed and ashamed.

Someone even publicly suggested that the Cup of Life be entrusted to Black Robb for safekeeping.

Black Rob laughed and said, "You don't need to test me. I will not give you the kind of help you want for the Cup of Life, nor will I save your brothers and sisters and their families from disaster."

I have my plans, my rhythm, and you should have yours too. Live up to the value of the Cup of Life: save yourselves and save others.

"Of course, to prevent those Chaos Children from attacking again the moment I leave, I can offer you three specific forms of assistance..."

The first thing was that Black Rob gave them a specially made pouch to hold the Cup of Life.

Once placed inside, the Chaotic Staircase can no longer be indexed by the artifact's fluctuations, nor can its location be determined using divination spells. This is because the pocket carries the blessing bestowed by the Staff of Nature, which can conceal the secrets of heaven.

Of course, the Cup of Life is meant to be used; it needs to collect the power of wishes and also to distribute the transformed holy power. Therefore, there will still be traceable energy fluctuations, and even remnants.

This requires these people to work harder and frequently change locations. Additionally, it would be best to inform their members and followers to conduct prayers in a temporarily agreed-upon manner, so that the Cup of Life can absorb the power of their vows.

After all, it's just a supernatural item, not a divine kingdom. Being placed in this specially made pocket is a typical form of isolation, preventing the fluctuations from dissipating and the power of will from being absorbed.

This brings us to the second piece of help Black Robb provided: the symbiotic bacteria. It was actually a result of Black Robb's research into the flesh and blood of the Great Old Ones.

Its rank is lower than that of the Fear Beasts, and it doesn't even qualify as an Outer Great Old One, but because it possesses hyperspace properties, it is very suitable for use in long-distance communication.

Complex text communication is not possible, after all, it's just a fungus, but Morse code level communication is no problem.

Black Robb's second gift was the addition of a soul puppet as a telegraph operator.

It's not just one or two, but as many as the Tianen Mutual Aid Association needs.

Black Robb painted a simple picture for them: "They're not just for restoring your organization's strength, they can also be used to help more people..."

Yes, hardship can strengthen a nation, and despair can inspire a religion. At least before the core members of the Tianen Mutual Aid Association turn from dragon-slaying youths into evil dragons, this organization has a great chance to grow stronger by taking advantage of the plague.

The third act of help Black Robb provided was an item he crafted on the spot: the Twilight Stone.

"Its philosophy is to use darkness to supplement light, to blend in with the light. It can dissolve and sever darkness, just like I did when I was treating someone. Without darkness, evil will manifest and can be eradicated. However, it still cannot cure those already contaminated by the plague..."

The chestnut-haired woman and her accomplices, whose eyes were already shining with excitement, had many of them starting to fantasize.

But when she heard Black Rob say that, she felt as if her beautiful dream had been shattered, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

A rather emotional woman, who had lost several loved ones in the process of the manhunt, questioned him in a somewhat out of control: "Why? Aren't you sacred? Why even you..."

"Shut up!" The half-white-haired man interrupted rudely in his haste.

Black Rob waved his hand: "It's alright. Since there's no 'conflict of interest' between you and me that I care about, I don't need to put on any airs or make you both respect and fear me."

Everyone suddenly realized that, stripped of all the layers of mystery, the relationship between the sacred and the mortal is nothing more than 'benefit and harm'.

If there is no such relationship, then there is no need to pretend, after all, it is also a cost and serves the purpose.

Black Rob said, "With such a huge disaster, why can't we save people? For the sake of the countless victims, I'll give you a brief explanation."

In order to become the most intelligent of all beings, our ancestors sought the help of the gods.

Of course, the gods also intended to exterminate the spirits, the favored ones of the gods of nature, just as the destruction of a powerful force often begins with clipping its wings.

Therefore, future generations of humans are born with original sin. This is the explanation used by the religious churches of the gods when they ruled the world, and the reason lies here, rather than simply for the purpose of keeping the people ignorant and making it easier to rule.

In a sense, this plague is like demanding repayment of a debt, forcibly requiring it to be paid.

If a human being is powerful enough, at the moment of infection by the plague, they would have the option to choose how to repay the debt.

Doesn't that seem very contract-abiding? They could have just taken it, but they insisted on following the rules, even though they used tricks.

But you must understand that sometimes, it is precisely because rules restrain oneself that one has the power to restrain others. If there were truly no law and order, the plague wouldn't be so terrifying.

Not long after, Black Robb rode Victor away, leaving behind the final piece of help: the Twilight Slate.

He also knows how to copy homework and apply what he learns. Things like certain stone slabs and clay tablets, which have a magical feel to them, are still very suitable as tools for inheritance and can be passed down in the world.

Black Robb's version not only has the lofty doctrines of Twilight, but also the down-to-earth practice of exchanging marks. As long as you have enough willpower (usually by sincerely praying for a period of time), you can exchange for the temporary mark you want, which is like a mark lightly burned by fire, constantly reminding you of the extra cost of 'asking him'. Of course, if you happen to be a masochist, then you win.

These flexible and versatile marks, or temporary buffs, can supplement the extraordinary technologies that the Tianen Mutual Aid Association has not yet developed.

In the past, their primary occupations were production and daily life, followed by travel and refuge, with combat being the least frequent activity.

We need to strengthen our travel and refuge facilities now, but that's too slow. That's where the Twilight Slab comes in. It makes it easier for this group to carry the Cup of Life and engage in guerrilla warfare.

Black Rob could certainly take care of things and make it safer for him to dodge, but that would defeat some of the purpose.

According to Murphy's Law and the law of entropy, it's only a matter of time before this organization descends into corruption and destruction.

Putting aside everything else, just take Annika, whom Black Rob trained. She was a natural saint. Although she could not live forever and it was difficult for her to become immortal, she could at least become an ancient being. Why did she only live for a thousand years or so before she died?

Therefore, without the epic effect brought about by overcoming countless hardships and pioneering efforts, Black Robb fears that the Grace of Mutual Aid will soon degenerate and fall into depravity.

When those survivors regarded the Cup of Life as a treasure for refuge and the core principles of the Heavenly Grace Mutual Aid Society as their only hope for guiding them toward the future, no one understood the overwhelming power of "I act on behalf of Heaven and bestow blessings upon the world" better than Black Rob.

So, just bear with it; as long as the external pressure is sufficient, the purity of the tissue can be maintained for a longer time.

This concludes the more direct interactions between Black Robb and the Tianen Mutual Aid Association.

He truly had no desire for the Cup of Life.

From a certain perspective, this item has been transformed beyond recognition by the long-term influence of the collective will, becoming a true sacred object of faith.

If such a sacred object is not used, a high maintenance cost must be incurred to prevent its properties from being lost.

Black Roboco had no intention of inviting such an energy-consuming creature into his home. Besides, from a divine perspective, these kinds of items are actually quite private; Black Roboco had no interest in wearing someone else's underwear or using their toothbrush!
Originally, Black Robb wanted Victor to hunt down that legendary action group.

He felt that doing this kind of thing was of great significance.

Mushroom grenades are placed in silos for deterrence, but ordinary guns are most commonly used to kill.

If a god's attack is like a nuclear strike, then the legendary action group's mischief is like an assault rifle plus a defensive grenade.

Black Robor means that these kinds of hard claws, which are most likely to cause pain, should be chopped off as soon as they are discovered.

Unfortunately, the Legendary Operations Group had long been wary of him, the Reaper.

The reason the gang ignored the surveillance of his most prized sentinel scout spirit bird (soul beast) was not because they had no choice, but because it wasn't worth it.

In particular, they also knew that there were many spirit birds and soul beasts, but not enough harvesters, so from a certain perspective, encountering harvesters was also a matter of probability.

When they actually encounter the Reapers, they activate their survival mechanisms.

For Black Rob, everything else is one thing, but the time cost is something he simply can't afford to play this game.

On the other hand, as the only powerful firefighter, there are simply too many things worth taking action to save in the current period when the plague has just broken out.

And so, the Golden Oak royal family, one of the constituent countries of the Pan-Northern Federation, was deemed worthy of having its life extended...

(End of this chapter)