Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

When Furen's memories returned, he felt like he had a cheat code.

【Sky Eye】

This wasn't a name Fren came up with; rather, his intuition told him that this was the name the cheat should be.

That day, Furen stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, trying to find any trace of Erlang Shen on his forehead. After observation, he realized that his third eye was different from Erlang Shen's; at least he didn't have a third eye between his eyebrows.

Like its own self-healing ability, the ability of the "Heavenly Eye" is also very simple: observation.

It can observe anything in the field of vision and interpret it in a way that it can understand.

When I met Miss Blair this morning, the sign above his head was a manifestation of the third eye.

Not just Miss Blair, but everyone Furen saw had an introduction above their head. However, in Furen's view, Miss Blair was a special case, so he didn't adjust the transparency of the identification entry above her head.

Having been shot in the head, it's likely that the brain tissue hasn't fully healed yet, and the person still can't control their body freely.

But even with eyes half-open and half-closed, one can still observe everything in front of them.

With a bullet piercing his temple, his brain must have turned to shreds, yet his consciousness remained remarkably clear.

Level 4 self-healing shouldn't be able to achieve this level. The ability to separate consciousness from the brain and yet merge with the body is likely due to some kind of external advantage.

It seems like this ability could be explored further, but right now I need to focus on my own situation and be more concerned about that.

Feeling her own body being dragged out of the car by the collar by the driver, her feet dragging on the ground. Her leather shoes were covered in scratches, and her clothes were covered in mud.

To keep a low profile at work, the suit is only 100 ducats; the expensive part is the shirt, which isn't visible on the outside. But shoes are a different story; having a comfortable pair of shoes is never easy.

Then I remembered the bullet that hit my head...

Even a clay figure has a bit of temper.

This driver was clearly no ordinary person; he carried Fren along and turned into an air-raid shelter.

With a history of wars that engulfed the entire continent a century ago and recent border clashes between Ostonia and Vestalis, it's natural that air-raid shelters need to be built frequently.

However, as the capital of Ostalia, Berlint was not affected by the border conflict, and many air-raid shelters remained abandoned and closed.

Now, this air-raid shelter has been "borrowed".

After descending about three floors, we entered through a rusty iron gate.

In a spacious hall, the items placed in the center were clearly not the facilities one would expect from an air-raid shelter.

What legitimate air-raid shelter would have an altar?

There are dark green bronze ornaments on the altar, which look rusty and must be quite old.

Its shape was extremely Cthulhu-esque, defying description. Furen could only vaguely make out a pair of eyes and an extremely exaggeratedly large mouth, its opening exuding a deep, eerie aura.

The driver threw Fren to the ground like a piglet, and he slid to his knees, his face filled with fanaticism as he stared at the holy image on the altar.

"Praise be to the loving father!"

[For those suffering from illness, this food is edible.]

The night is still young, with chills and fever mingling; a solitary lamp casts a thin shadow on the empty bed. No medicine can alleviate the suffering; a single thought of sorrow only deepens the heartache.

The birdsong outside the window signifies spring's passing; in my dreams, the flowers bloom in the cool rain. Only now do I realize that the body is not my true master; impermanence and decay are my true home.

[Effects of Consumption: Slightly increases self-healing ability experience points]

[Initially, people prayed to a being who governed life, seeking health and longevity; all beings revered this being as the "Compassionate Father." For those suffering from illness but possessing unwavering will, the Compassionate Father would bestow healing power.]

bitter?

Fren remained expressionless, but was inwardly astonished.

In his previous life, when he was called Jin Jue, he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. He built a huge company on his own and would give back to the orphanage and society from time to time.

Only Jin Jue himself knows the details of his experience, and he considers himself to be quite capable of enduring hardship.

Now that I've traveled through time, I not only have cheat codes, but I can also gain power by enduring hardship?

Suddenly, Fren felt that being brought here wasn't all bad.

Furen knew that the level of extraordinary abilities was not so easy to improve.

Behind the driver, three or four more people came one after another. Some were dressed in suits and ties, while others were dressed simply. There were elderly people and young people, and they were all carrying offerings in their hands.

They threw the offerings aside and, without exception, knelt and prayed fervently to the benevolent father on the altar.

They were muttering something incoherently, but unfortunately, Furen couldn't hear what they were saying.

Under Freun's gaze, next to the suffering, another diagnostic entry appeared.

The suffering of unfulfilled desires can be consumed.

Greed knows no bounds, desires surge like a tide; all schemes and schemes ultimately lead to desolation. Gazing at the moon, one often laments its waxing and waning; watching flowers, one sighs at their withering and decay.

Unfulfilled ambitions add gray to my hair; elusive wealth and status bring me down. Let things take their natural course—that is the way; do not let attachment to anything cause you unbearable suffering.

[Effects of Consumption: Moderate amounts increase self-healing experience points; slight amounts enhance luck, increasing the probability of "I am fortunate to obtain it."]

The desire for health is a beautiful aspiration, but amidst the complexities of human nature, it has become a means to pursue power. Some may choose to torment other living beings, unleashing extreme suffering in order to induce the Father to bestow upon them a higher level of power.

Desire is insatiable; with money comes the desire for more, with power comes the pursuit of greater power, yet ultimately there are things one desires but cannot obtain.

Looking at the suffering from illness that only brings a small amount of experience points, and the suffering from unfulfilled desires that bring a moderate amount of experience points, and then at the statue with its strong Cthulhu-esque style.

The style of the deity depicted in this painting is clearly what cults primarily use to seek power, so the suffering from unfulfilled desires far outweighs the suffering from illness. When the suffering from unfulfilled desires reaches a critical point, it can bring the good fortune of "I am lucky to have it," meaning that the probability of getting what Furen wants increases.

If one were to find ancient statues of gods who prayed for health, one would likely witness a great deal of suffering from illness. Reaching a certain threshold of suffering would likely amplify one of Fren's attributes.

This hardship is good; this hardship is worth enduring.

As the saying goes, suffering a loss is a blessing, and the ancients were right.

Looking at the statue on the altar, Furen began to wonder how to eat it. Did he really have to chew up the bronze statue and swallow it?

With a sense of appetite, he examined the man closely and, considering the father's abilities, realized that he was becoming more and more like the father from Warhammer 40k that he had played.

If the spirit of Nagu would know that he was worshipped as a righteous god at the very beginning of his life in this world, he would surely be very gratified.

Several cultists were kowtowing loudly ahead; if the air-raid shelter hadn't had a concrete floor, dozens of paving stones would probably have been broken. It was as if this might somehow elevate their supernatural abilities.

"Hahaha, look at the trash you brought, they're so scared they peed their pants." The man in the suit kicked another sacrificial offering brought by a cultist on the ground with a contemptuous smile. "They won't taste much pain before they faint."

To be blessed by a loving father, three conditions must be met.

Alive, conscious, and suffering from illness.

This is a rule that has been verified by countless believers. Those who faint are not included in this rule and therefore cannot receive the blessing of the Father.