Becoming God starting with the word game in Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 102 The Goddess of Fertility and the Price

The next day, at the university student activity center.

"You've made up your minds and decided to join us?" Chen Fan pushed up his glasses and smiled.

"Part-time jobs are so hard to find these days, and you can earn 3000 a month," Lin Zicheng said. "By the way, you're not kidding us, are you?"

"Of course it's not a lie," Chen Fan shook his head.

"You can take a look at the contract first."

The contract was very detailed, and the three of them realized at a glance that it was a professional and standardized contract, and that it was likely backed by a professional legal team.

However, Li Qianyi used the "Key to Pure White Paradise" to sense something.

He confirmed that the three contracts did not involve the power of a notary public or any extraordinary factors.

In other words, apart from the constraints of secular law, they will not be harmed on a mystical level for breaching the contract.

"Regarding the game resources you mentioned, where are the payments for those funds?"

"Here." Chen Fan hadn't expected these people to notice this.

It pointed to one of the pages.

The three of them glanced at the items, and Lin Zicheng pointed to one of them, pretending to be puzzled, and asked, "What is this so-called divine faith?"

"This is the in-game currency."

"Is it difficult to obtain the 50 Divine Faith points I have to submit each week?"

What happens if you can't submit your 50 points of divine faith?

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan coughed a few times.

"If, due to unforeseen circumstances, we haven't accumulated enough divine faith, that's okay."

"But next month's subsidy will be reduced proportionally."

Furthermore, the three also discovered that the terms contained some restrictions regarding game items.

"This means that if we want to sell the items we acquire in the game, we should prioritize selling them to people in the guild," Wang Kun asked tentatively.

"Yes, and if it's a particularly rare resource, the organization also has priority in allocating it."

Chen Fan coughed lightly twice, "However, this will definitely be mainly distributed to the recipients."

"After all, in order to obtain good items, the person involved must also have strong combat ability."

After carefully reviewing the contract, Li Qianyi found that it had many requirements and was relatively demanding.

Players who have already participated would absolutely not agree to such an unequal treaty.

However, for Li Qianyi and the other two, as long as it did not involve mystical forces, such an agreement was not binding.

"If the three of you agree, would you like to sign and join our club?" Chen Fan asked. "The salary is just a bit low right now. Once the game is officially released, we will draft new contracts based on your skill levels."

The three nodded and signed the contract.

"Then the three of you will be members of our club from now on."

"Actually, besides the dragon chasers, we have recently discovered several other paranormal events involving the supernatural."

Chen Fan suddenly asked, "Do you know about the Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children?"

"The Goddess of Mercy who grants children?"

Li Qianyi and the other two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Anning Town, the Keeper's Hut.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the sacred emblem on the altar that represented "eternal darkness."

Jack Belmont slowly opened his dark brown eyes, a sharp pain coursing through his body.

He opened his eyes and instinctively called out a name, "Beliya!"

But he couldn't see that figure; all he felt was excruciating pain and dim lighting.

It sketches out a room that seems out of place in reality.

"Awake?" A voice came from the side, snapping the sheriff out of his daze.

He turned his head and saw an old man dressed in black with his silver hair neatly combed.

"You saved me, Mrs. Rachel?"

"How could I, an old man, possibly rescue you from those guys?" Rachel shook her head.

"Who saved me?"

"The one staying at your house, the one from the Western Continent, if it weren't for his efforts, you would be dead by now."

"It's him." Jack seemed to wake from a dream, finally recalling a figure.

Where is he now?

"He's resting, you'd better not disturb him."

"Okay." Jack seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and rolled off the operating table.

"where are you going?"

"Belia still needs me to save her."

Rachel didn't stand up, but simply asked in a flat tone, "Do you have the strength to face the priests of the Silent Covenant?"

Upon hearing this, Jack froze.

Rachel's next words made his expression freeze.

"Can you face the two saints directly?"

"A saint?"

Jack only remembers being caught by the night watch priest and falling in love with Sister Belia.

Hearing the old man's words, he was momentarily bewildered, "How could there be a saint in Anning Town?"

"Want to know the answer?"

The old man pointed to the small golden bottle next to the table and said, "Drink from it, and you will know everything."

"What is this?"

"The Fountain of Souls, also known as the Fountain of the Samaritan."

"Drink it, and your identity, which was separated from you by the Dream Weaver after midnight, will return, and you will naturally remember your mission."

"Once the holy remains are destroyed and the Holy Son descends, you will be able to leave this place, obtain the potion of Sequence 4—Catastrophe High Priest," and ascend to the rank of Saint."

"You're not kidding, are you?" Jack was stunned; he hadn't expected the old woman to say such things.

Although he was not an extraordinary being of the Silent Covenant, he knew that Sequence 4 had already entered the realm of demigods and was a saint, capable of unleashing natural disasters on the earth.

He was just an ordinary person, a sheriff, who couldn't even be openly with the nun of the Silent Covenant.

If he was a Sequence 5 Extraordinary, how could he have been bullied by those priests?

"Of course, you don't have to drink it," the old woman continued. "Pour out the potion that can heal the soul, and you might have a chance to forget everything from the past, gain the approval of the Covenant of Silence, and be with your 'Belia'."

"You mean, if I don't drink this potion, I can stay with Belia forever?"

"Yes," the old woman said slowly.

"They will also acquiesce to the covenant of silence."

"So, what's the price?"

"As a price, you will lose your career, your friends, and everything else."

Jack frowned slightly, realizing that for the first time he didn't quite understand what the old lady was saying.

What do you mean by "outside world" and "friends"? Aren't all his friends in Anning Town?

Of course, given his break with the Covenant of Silence, it's uncertain whether he still has any friends.

Jack had a vague feeling that what the old woman was saying wasn't the biggest price to pay.

He does seem to have forgotten something very important.

Jack asked, "Is there anything you haven't told me?"

"That person's mission may also fail," Rachel said.

"And what Anning Town will become, nobody knows."

"What's that person's mission?"

Jack remained silent. The person had saved him twice, and he shouldn't harm their interests no matter what.

He said slowly, "So you want me to drink that potion? To give up on saving Belia?"

"No, I just hope you don't make a decision you'll regret."

Rachel said slowly.

Are you really that close to him?

Do you remember his name? Do you recognize his face?

"Of course I know."

Jack replied instinctively.

But when he tried to recall that person's name, he found his mind to be blank.

He finally realized that he didn't seem to know the person's name, nor could he recall what the person looked like.

"So, you and Belia are truly in love?"

"Was your acquaintance and relationship with her truly your inner desire, or was it arranged by some external force?"

The candlelight flickered, and Mrs. Rachel's face remained calm, her voice tinged with indifference, "No one has to sacrifice for anyone else, just don't make decisions you'll regret."

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"The choice is yours."