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Chapter 102 Transcending Mortality

Transcendence and sainthood? What does divinity mean? Can I become a god?

Looking at the series of panels that popped up, Herren was a little confused. He could understand everything else, but what he cared about most was the quality of this "Radiant Virtue" artifact and the so-called "transcendence".

He didn't feel any changes in his body—what does it mean to activate one's own divine power?

Seeing Herren's face turn red as if he were constipated, as if he was brewing something, Zhao Xin was a little puzzled.

"Um...are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm—I feel like something's about to come out—"

"???"

"Cough cough————"

Herren almost let out a fart, but ultimately didn't sense any divine power.

I feel like I've been given a huge promise.

Now he understood somewhat—it meant that the panel gave Heron the qualifications to become a god, but how to acquire his own divine power was up to him to find out.

Nonsense! If I could become a god on my own, would I need anyone else's approval?

Herren was somewhat disgusted. The idea of ​​becoming a saint sounded impressive, but now it seemed worthless—at least for now.

Then, he began to examine the Radiant Virtue, which was hailed as a "divine weapon".

"Special fuel —"

Herren tried pouring kerosene on it and putting the Radiant Virtue into the furnace to try and light it, but even as the outer iron sheet became red-hot, the Radiant Virtue still showed no sign of igniting.

Herren dared not release any more, fearing that it would burn the Radiant Virtue.

Herren raised the torch, frowning as he examined it, trying to see if there were any changes.

But Shining Virtue remained as cold and aloof as ever.

"strangeness----"

Herren stared intently, but gradually his mind wandered, inexplicably drifting off.

My thoughts drifted far away, and I imagined this torch planted in the middle of a field, surrounded by lush greenery, a scene of abundant harvests and prosperous people.

The scenery was beautiful—but then a bloody color inexplicably appeared before Herren's eyes.

That was a place Heron had never been before. The Noxians were burning, killing, and looting. They were fighting across the sea and could only resupply locally while advancing rapidly—they couldn't stop to buy supplies and could only rely on looting.

Countless people have left their homes and are suffering from hunger and thirst—if not for self-interest, but out of a sense of morality, should Freljord extend a helping hand?

Herren's eyes were somewhat dazed until Zhao Xin called his name, at which point he suddenly slapped himself.

"Holy crap!"

Heron finally came to his senses, and the Radiant Virtue in his hand was now emitting tiny flames, like a newly formed bud, fragile yet full of life.

"What's going on—so the fuel for this thing is the so-called 'virtue'?"

The scene that Herren just saw while lost in thought was exactly what Herren had been pondering recently.

But the radiant virtues seemed to have some influence on him, making him think about a certain possibility.

These ideas may not be correct, and many even seem quite impractical to Herren, but it must be said—

If he really did it, Helen could be considered a great philanthropist.

But that would be asking too much of him—Herren couldn't possibly risk sacrificing so many Freljordians to persuade Sejuani to send troops.

Yes, it's about seduction, and this is not a good time.

Herren shook his head, trying to clear his head as much as possible.

He can't keep holding this thing in his hand forever—who knows if he'll suddenly get carried away?

They were sent to the fields and entrusted to someone to look after them.

Thinking about this, Herren felt a little regretful. How come he was the one who created this thing?

He believed that his so-called "virtues" were far from being cultivated properly, and that this thing might truly benefit the people if it were in the hands of someone like Bloom.

Seeing Herren suddenly start sighing, Zhao Xin was somewhat puzzled.

Hmm—are all masters this eccentric?

The next morning, Herren set off for the Black Raven Merchant Guild.

This visit was unexpected. Heron could only refuse Sejuani's request, so he brought a few attendants, traveled light, and did not give any prior notice.

When Jessica saw Herren after two months apart, she was still very enthusiastic about his sudden visit.

His words were full of "longing" for Helen, and he even asked about Helen's whereabouts over the past two months. Helen brushed it off by saying that he had been on a mission to other tribes.

Although Jessica behaved very politely, Herren keenly sensed that Jessica's attitude had changed—she was no longer as humble as she had been two months ago, and she was becoming more and more confident when talking to Herren.

Come to think of it, Jessica was initially trying to stabilize trade with Freljord, but now that the front lines have won a great victory, Jessica, a Noxian, is also proud of it.

In Jessica's view, the war was about to end with Noxus's epic victory, and his mission was about to be successfully completed. There was no need for her to painstakingly try to get closer to Herren; she only needed to maintain a superficial friendship.

Perhaps it won't be long before the Freljordians are forced to kneel and submit.

Herren sensed this, and it wasn't a good sign—although he was convinced Noxus would fail, he saw a possibility in Jessica.

That is, a temporary victory might blind the Noxians—who knows, they might use their momentum of victory to open up new battlefields.

With this concern in mind, Herren brought up the matter of the Noxians occupying Dire Mountain.

"Oh, you mean Fort Juve?"

Jessica poured Herren a drink with great enthusiasm, and casually replied.

"Fort Worth?"

"Yes, I only recently received the news that the Northern Army, under the Emperor's orders, is opening up new strongholds on the border, and Juewo Fort is one of them."

Fort Worth — It seems the Noxians are determined to establish a foothold there.

"Why are you setting up a base? Honestly—it offends us."

"Ah—I apologize to you, but I hope you understand that I am just a businessman, and national affairs are none of my concern. In fact, this is a good thing for me. It is said that this outpost is also to protect our trade routes."

"But that's Freljord land."

"Oh, this... I heard that the Hand of Noxus took that mountain pass from the Trolls, but I didn't see the Winter's Claw flag planted there."

Herren frowned upon hearing this; this was rather shameless.

"Would you be willing if our people settled on Noxian lands without the Noxian flag?"

"Of course! We are very hospitable, please come on over!"

Jessica said with a smile, as if she were genuinely very pleased.

Because of her friendship with Herren, Jessica's tone was not provocative, but the arrogance in her words was fully revealed.

Herren remained silent.

When the Noxians occupied Freljord territory, Winter's Claw could only watch helplessly, carefully considering how to deal with them, but conversely—Winter's Claw was practically committing suicide.