A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The cold winter wind blew through the dark, hollow temple building, making a strange humming sound, as if there were ghosts.

Thomas stopped and looked around.

The forest has already eroded this man-made structure. The mottled marks on the walls tell of the ruthlessness of time, and parts of the walls are even entwined with the vines of the trees.

In a dozen years or so, I estimate that most of this place will be swallowed up by the forest.

There was no one around, not a single person.

The door was open, or rather, there was no door at all. The door panels had long been removed or had rotted away into the mud.

Thomas stood at the door but did not go in.

Be lenient in anticipating the enemy.

"Lord Wolf has arrived, why don't you come out to greet him?" Anna stepped forward first and said loudly.

The sound is not loud, but it travels very far in the quiet night.

Not long after, a voice came from deep within the temple.

"welcome!"

The voice was vague and echoed, but it was difficult to tell where it came from.

"However, Sir Wolf Leader, although the Wolf Lord has appointed you, we do not approve of it," the voice said. "After all, you are new here, while we have been in charge for many years and have everything running smoothly. We have no reason to think you can do better than us, right?"

"Who is this?" Thomas asked in a low voice.

"Fire Wolf." Anna replied.

"That makes sense," Thomas said loudly. "So what do you mean?"

"We hope that Sir Wolf Alpha can prove his ability," the voice said. "Are you truly worthy of being Wolf Alpha?"

"Oh? How to prove it?" Thomas found it interesting.

"It's simple." This time, a different voice, a noticeably sharper female voice, spoke. "As long as Sir Wolf Alpha passes our test, we will prove you have the ability. If you fail... then please return to Bohemia!"

Thomas turned to look at Anna and saw obvious anxiety and anger on her face.

Obviously she didn't know it would turn out like this.

But Thomas wasn't surprised at all.

This was much better than the worst situation he had imagined.

The worst situation Thomas anticipated was that after he arrived at the door, dozens of muskets would suddenly appear from all directions, and a round of intensive shooting would blanket the ground with bullets.

The other party can actually put forward such conditions... Well, it is obvious that they want to fight with words instead of fighting with fists.

This doesn't necessarily mean that we shouldn't fight. After all, civilized people know that we should use courtesy before force. We should keep fighting as a backup.

It would be easier to make Thomas give up.

“What test?” Thomas asked.

"It's simple," the first voice said. "There's a tree in the temple courtyard, its branches covered in icicles. Kick the tree, and the icicles will fall. If you can ensure they don't hit the ground, you'll pass."

“What’s the point?” Thomas asked.

"Wolf's Den has always valued agility over anything else. We don't need too much brute force." said the voice.

Thomas stepped through the door.

Inside the gate lay a field covered in weeds, thorns, and vines. Of course, by now, these plants had dried up, fallen, and even frozen. The dead tree was immediately visible.

On a branch, there was a row of ice ridges, not many, about twenty or so.

One kick and they'll all fall down.

It's difficult to knock these things away or catch them. Because they are all different sizes, they don't fall all at once, nor do they fall in a steady stream. It's all about randomness.

This is beyond human agility, no matter how agile a person is. An extraordinary exception!

"Master Wolf, this is definitely a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for you," Anna said indignantly. "Let's go back. I can report this to the Wolf Lord!"

“No need,” Thomas said, assessing the situation.

This should be a temporary arrangement, because if a strong wind blows, the ice ridges on this branch will most likely fall off.

In other words, it shouldn't be like this a few days later. Maybe it won't be like this tomorrow morning.

If he hadn't come here so recklessly this time, but had used the smartest and safest plan, spending a day or two to scout the terrain...

I guess it’s not an ice ridge problem, but a group of musketeers, right?

Thomas took off his coat.

Although the weather has been getting warmer recently, the temperature at night is definitely below zero. Naturally, he is wearing a fur coat now, and a thick one at that.

Spread the clothes out on the ground.

Then he kicked the tree, and all the icy edges on the book fell off - but not on the ground, but on his coat.

Chapter 110: Lord of the Wolf's Den 3

Thomas folded his coat and shook the ice crumbs aside.

"Is this okay?" he said loudly.

It was hard to say just now when he was outside the door, but now, Thomas has locked on several directions.

Only from these positions can the situation here be clearly observed - of course, under such lighting conditions, a telescope is definitely required.

The wolves probably didn't expect Thomas to do this.

This isn't a written test—there's no way to retake it.

The agreement between the two parties is not perfect in itself. It is something that was put forward temporarily, so there are naturally many loopholes that can be exploited.

Thomas's actions can be understood as cleverly exploiting loopholes in the rules, or as simply making trouble.

It depends on where your butt is.

After a long time, someone on the other end finally spoke.

"Although your actions completely deviated from the original intention, you have indeed passed."

"So."

"The second test!"

The voice that spoke was no longer the original one, nor was it a female voice, but someone else's.

Now Thomas could be sure that the three of them should be together instead of being scattered in three places.

This leaves them with even fewer possible hiding places.

"Inside the main hall at the front, there's a large, broken clock. It's not working now because a gear is misaligned. Please find a way to repair it and get it working properly again."

"In ten minutes."

"Don't blame us for coming up with this question. What's being tested is your keen eye. Fixing it is easy. Just find the misaligned gear and reset it. But not everyone has such a keen eye. Only with a keen eye can you accomplish what others consider impossible."

The voice was sincere and persuasive.

Thomas had already entered the dilapidated hall.

There were also some sculptures of pagan gods around, but Thomas really couldn't tell whether they were Buddhism, Hinduism, or some other seemingly plausible religions such as Brahmanism.

I can only say that the style is correct.

These statues have been badly damaged, almost all of them have fallen over or half-fallen over, and the few that remain are also crumbling.

This has become a natural cover.

Someone is lying in ambush, hiding in there, and it is difficult to detect. If you are not careful, you will be ambushed.

Although the main hall is dilapidated, its overall structure is still intact.

The clock is located high up on the beams. To reach it, you first need a ladder.

It is not an additional installation, but already exists.

The clock was covered in rust and looked old and decrepit—the kind that had no value at all. Otherwise, it would have been stolen long ago.

Even if the gears are reset, the chances of it working again are low.

In those days, there was no such thing as "stainless steel". Large clocks and watches like these required regular maintenance, oiling and rust removal.

If the gears and bearings are not maintained for a long time, they will rust and stop working.

Moreover, the light here...

Although moonlight shone through a few holes high up, it was still very dark.

Under these lighting conditions, repairing a large, rusty clock hanging high up, inaccessible without a ladder...

This is simply impossible to accomplish.

Even supernatural powers can't do it.

Unless it is the ability to reverse time and restore the gears to a dozen or even dozens of years ago.

The four walls...are generally intact. No one from outside can see in.

“Shall we start now?” Thomas asked.

"Of course. You can start anytime," the voice replied.

Thomas smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

The mental field is fully activated.

Then he opened his eyes and walked straight towards the tallest and largest statue.

Although the statue still stood, it was also shaky, with the wood at the base severely corroded.

Thomas stared at the statue for a few seconds, then chose an angle and kicked it.

The statue could not withstand the sudden external force and fell to the side.

There was a loud bang.

The statue's head hit the side wall, which was broken and a hole was revealed.

The wall here is actually a very thin sandwich wall with an isolation layer inside.

Inside the wall, three figures wearing wolf-head masks looked over in surprise.

"I'm sorry, but this test is too difficult for me to handle," Thomas said, looking at the three people before him. Two men and one woman, though masked, each exuded a powerful aura, clearly no ordinary expert. Without a doubt, these were the three wolves. "But I can handle the person who asked the question!"

He jumped over the statue that was in the way, his sword already out, and chopped it down with one blow.

The person in front tried to block it, but it was also with a long sword.

When the two swords collided, the opponent's whole body shook.

The electric shock made my whole body numb and I couldn't move.

Thomas swung his sword and attacked again. This time, if not killed, the enemy would be seriously injured.

But the other one had already drawn a swift sword and attacked, besieging Wei to save Zhao.

Thomas had to retreat to avoid being killed.

He swung his sword to block, hoping to use the magic sword to steal another blow from the opponent. However, the swift sword itself could not clash head-on with the standard longsword. The opponent's sword tip hesitated, and Thomas did not get a chance to engage.

Taking advantage of this precious time, the first person who was electrocuted got a chance to catch his breath.

"Be careful, he can control the power of thunder and lightning!" the man shouted. "Don't collide with his weapons!"

"Don't worry, it won't happen!" the man with the Swift Sword replied.

Upon hearing this, Thomas drew his sword and stepped back, confronting the three men.

The body language of the three people said a lot.

Snow Wolf was a female, and she retreated to the back of the three.

Clearly showing signs of wavering, ready to flee... or surrender at any moment. A classic speculative position.

She listens to whoever is stronger.

The other two, the Blue Wolf and the Fire Wolf, are on the left and right.