As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

The remaining players who obtained Cone of Cold also tried to refine it, but the results were not so good. One of them even got the "Vulnerable" stat, causing Cone of Cold damage to plummet to 1-10 points.

As the sun began to set, Moen left on time, quietly arriving at the rooftop terrace of the clock tower in the square.

Moen leaned against the railing, with Erwin standing beside him, holding his grimoire in his arms, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Alvin was invited here today to watch the interactions between Moen and the other God-givers all day.

"That [Ice Spike]..." Elwin's tone was somewhat subtle.

"Actually, you can buy it for only 5 silver coins in a slightly larger magic shop, and in the Star Pattern Academy, it's just a trick for apprentices to freeze drinks."

"I know." Moen turned to look at Alvin and smiled.

"But in their eyes, this is a divine skill."

Alvin recalled the jubilant cheers of the Divine Graces when he learned the skill, and his doubts deepened:

"I know that when the church taught these ordinary mortal spells to those adventurers and commoners, they were also very grateful for it."

She turned to look at Moen: "Are you giving them these to imitate the church?"

"No." Moen shook his head.

"The church gives alms to make the common people content with their current situation, but that's not my purpose."

"And look," Moen said, pointing to the giant pineapple casting his unique ice spike spell.

"He learned this skill in just one second, without memorizing any spells or practicing building any magic circuits. In one second, he created it from nothing."

Elwin fell silent, watching the frost instantly condense in Diablo's palm, her fingers tightening involuntarily as she gripped the grimoire.

As a mage who had studied magic for ten years, this unreasonable talent filled her with an instinctive fear.

Alvin sighed: "I didn't take it seriously when the church announced a few months ago that God's chosen ones would descend. Now it seems that perhaps they really were sent by God to mock us."

"Speaking of which, is that variant of his skill also one of the talents of those blessed by God?"

"Uh, maybe?" Moen interrupted her thoughts, turning his gaze to the outside of the city and changing the subject: "I'm more concerned about that [Blackwater Rift] than that."

"It's a well-hidden location, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there's an existing camp there."

Erwin was taken aback: "You want to take over that place and use it as a base for your [Ember] organization?"

"That's right." Moen nodded, confirming Elwin's statement.

"Where there are monsters, they need to be cleared out, and that's where the 'Blessed Ones' get their tasks."

"There's also a camp there; didn't we have our first base there too?"

"It's a wonderful thing to involve them in the construction of the base and to motivate them."

After listening, Alvin hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Mr. Moen..."

She subconsciously touched the star-patterned badge on her chest, which, though she had taken it off, was still etched in her heart.

"Did you know that throughout the history of this world, countless people have stood up against the rule of the Church, but without exception, they all died?"

"I...I haven't officially agreed to join [Ember] yet, so your use of the word 'we' is incorrect."

Alvin lowered her head, avoiding Moen's gaze. Her voice was soft but carried a hint of stubbornness:

"I followed you to learn the truth. I wanted to understand the world through your eyes and to know why you could solve those mysteries that even the Dean couldn't solve."

"However, my logic, and all the books I've read, warn me that you're on a dead end."

"I respect you very much, Mr. Moen, and I know you must have your reasons for doing this. But right now, I cannot convince myself to stand firmly with you."

"Haha, don't be so serious, Professor Erwin." Moen shrugged, his face instantly switching to a nonchalant smile, as if the plan he had just made was just a casual remark.

"I was just playing around. After all, these people with divine favor have some peculiar thought processes. If I didn't come up with a seemingly prestigious title, how could I fool them into obediently doing hard labor?"

"As for the church, that's not something I need to consider at all. You don't really think that an organization I set up on a whim will achieve anything in the future, do you?"

In fact, Moen was telling the truth, because the game "Blood and Wine" has a main storyline, which is about the conflict with the Church. However, the protagonist only made his debut on the world stage in version 2.0, and it is unknown where he is quietly accumulating power.

Moen was just thinking of establishing an organization in advance to follow the plot and make some money by following the protagonist, and then making a clean getaway at the right time, because the resistance faction had already weakened in version 4.0.

"Really?" Alvin looked at him suspiciously, but Moen refused to let Alvin observe his facial expression and turned to walk towards the stairs.

"The wind up there is too strong, it's giving me a headache. Mr. Erwin, forget about it, let's go home for dinner!"

As Alvin listened to how Moen addressed him, he once again felt that perhaps Moen truly had no concept of class or social status.

Whether it was their first meeting or their subsequent interactions, Moen's attitude towards her was very casual, but Alvin felt that he quite liked her.

"Here it comes! Uncle Green looks like he's making grilled fish tonight..."

The sound faded into the distance, leaving only the bronze bell trembling slightly in the wind. From the top of the bell tower, one could see that Nohanville was already lit up with twinkling lights.

Meanwhile, Big Pineapple and several other viewers rushed to the wilderness to try out their new skills.

"Brothers! Watch closely! This is the divine skill I gained by sacrificing ten years of my lifespan at the Altar of Destiny!"

Big Pineapple yelled at the live stream camera, trying to cover up the embarrassment of tripping and falling while walking.

At this moment, their squad was facing a level 6 [Mutated Corpse].

This monster was different from the ordinary corpses; it was wearing tattered chainmail and wielding a rusty iron bar.

Teammate Lao Gui was struggling to hold up his wooden shield: "Boss! Stop talking nonsense! This guy is too strong, my shield's durability is almost gone! Let's attack!"

"Here it comes!" Big Pineapple took a deep breath, assumed a throwing stance like he was about to throw a shot put, and aimed at the corpse's gaping maw, which was wide open due to its roar.

"Take this! Ultimate Technique! Ice Cone Technique!"

He suddenly waved his hand.

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream held their breath, anticipating a spectacular attack.

However, a limp, translucent liquid, resembling snot, flew out at a leisurely pace. Because it flew so slowly, the corpse even had time to tilt its head.

Unsurprisingly, the liquid ended up hitting the corpse's stomach.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments:

[Hahaha! Refund!]

[Is this some kind of divine skill? Giving zombies a bath?]

The only use for this skill is to humiliate the opponent, right?

Big Pineapple's face turned green as he shouted, "Old Ghost, run! This thing didn't go in your mouth!"

The rotting corpse roared and raised its iron bar, preparing to smash the old ghost's shield with a powerful blow.

At this critical moment, a notification popped up.

[System determination: Fluid has seeped into the body]

[Skill effect triggered]

The corpse's raised iron bar suddenly froze, followed by a muffled explosion.

The swollen abdomen of the rotting corpse burst open instantly, and several thick, huge ice spikes pierced out from its body!

Some pierced the spine, some tore through the chest cavity, and one of the longest ice spikes even came out of its head, skewering it like a kebab.

Team up to kill mutated zombies

Experience points gained: 37 + 14 (reward for killing enemies above your level)

The elite monster, which originally had more than half of its health remaining, was instantly killed!

The entire arena fell silent. Old Ghost's hand, holding the shield, froze in mid-air, while Big Pineapple's mouth gaped open, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

The live stream audience was momentarily stunned when they saw this, then the chat exploded with comments:

【？？？？？？？？】

[Holy crap?! What just happened?!]

[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream... That's such a creepy skill!]

[This is supposed to be an ice spike technique? This is clearly an internal escalation technique!]

[Those who just mocked me for only dealing 5 points of damage, come out and get your comeuppance!]

"Cough cough..."

Big Pineapple was the first to react. He quickly suppressed his surprise and adopted a confident, masterful posture, tossing his hair at the camera:

"See that, guys? That's real skill."

"That's called letting him get too big for his britches, and then letting him go."

Old Ghost walked over, kicked the gruesome corpse, and swallowed hard. "Boss, this skill is a bit of a waste of corpses. If we play PvP in the future, won't we get reported for a brutal kill?"

Big Pineapple's eyes lit up, as if he had opened the door to a new world:

"Slaughter? No, no, no, old ghost, this is art."

"As long as there's a crack, I can get in. Once I'm in, hehehehe."

His lewd laughter echoed across the wilderness, accompanied by the corpses strung together nearby, causing other players passing by to shudder and silently move a little further away from him.