A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Marlowet?" Gandalf smiled, a rare moment. "Are you worried about his revenge?"

He thought for a moment. "Indeed, although Malovit suffered no actual losses this time... the fire is more than enough to compensate. But He did lose face, that's true. For a deity, face is very important. Yes, He is very likely to seek revenge, and of all people, you and Boris will probably be the focus of His vengeance."

Thomas complained in his mind, but didn't say it in the end.

"If a god keeps staring at me... I think it's necessary to be worried."

"Don't worry," Gandalf said. "The gods have a very different sense of time than humans. Yes, Marlowet will remember who hurt him, and he will seek revenge. But by the time he actually carries out his revenge plan, who knows how much time will have passed."

He paused and looked at Thomas with a slight smile.

"Five years. As long as you leave Kiev within five years, I guarantee that none of Malovit's revenge will fall upon you—if 'He' truly desires revenge."

This is really... an unexpected statement.

"One last thing," Thomas said. "Master, you keep talking about 'person'. What exactly is this 'person'?"

"From a magical perspective, personhood is the position you occupy within a certain dimension of the world's laws," Gandalf replied. "If someone's personhood is higher than yours, they can use this advantage against you. When a fight breaks out, you'll feel like the whole world is on their side. For example... it's like wrestling. One person is on top, the other on the bottom. You'll find that the person on top can easily use their weight as a weapon. But the person on the bottom, even if they're just as heavy, is actually just a burden. Their weight makes them even more bloated and inconvenient."

"Just like a fleet sailing downstream against a fleet sailing upstream, it naturally has a great advantage in maneuverability?"

"That's about right. I'm fine with that understanding."

"Then, how do we fight against an enemy who has a higher status?"

"The best way is to improve your own status," Gandalf said. "If you can't do that, then you can only compensate in other ways. Just like Marlowet's nightmare. You've practiced the secret art of Steel Soul, which can resist the nightmare. But be careful, don't try to play fair with an opponent of higher status than you. You're not playing fair at all! In short, while status suppression is useful, it's not a panacea."

With these words, Gandalf went into the room carrying the bags.

Thomas was used to Gandalf's straightforward style and knew that he had important things to do, so he returned directly to his mount.

Because there was no need to hurry, Thomas rode slowly and at a leisurely pace.

Something stirred on his arm. Thomas looked intently and saw a small rope sticking out of his sleeve, slowly turning in time with the swaying rhythm of the horse.

It looks very much like the pet snake in my memory from my previous life.

When he noticed Thomas staring at him, the rope instantly retracted. After a long time, it slowly emerged from his sleeve again.

Looking at the world cautiously.

"Hey!" Thomas shouted, frightening the little guy so much that he hid back in his sleeve. It took a long time before he poked his head out again.

After making sure he was safe, he cautiously stuck out about half a meter, as if to look at Thomas.

"Hey, my name is Thomas, and I'll be your partner from now on." Thomas said. "What's your name?"

The rope end was shaking, as if it didn't understand what Thomas meant.

"Your name, I mean. Do you have a name?"

The rope swayed, like a pet snake gently shaking its head.

"No name? That's a bit troublesome." Thomas thought for a moment. "How about I give you one?"

The rope seemed to nod nervously.

This name seemed difficult to come up with. Thomas thought about it and decided to follow a deep-rooted habit.

Name it after a famous rope.

"How about calling you... the Immortal Binding Rope?"

Rope shook his head firmly, obviously not liking the name at all.

"Then... the Demon Binding Rope?"

The rope retracted most of the way angrily, leaving only a little bit exposed outside the cuff.

"Huntian Ling?"

Not at all.

"Dragon tendon belt?"

Even worse.

"So, what kind of name do you want? Are these names too simple?"

Rope shook his head.

"You mean, these names are too complicated?" Thomas was surprised.

Rope nodded.

"Then you..." Thomas said. "How about calling yourself Hajime? It's a very appropriate name, very similar to you."

The rope stretched and straightened forms the Chinese character “一”, which is indeed very appropriate.

It is also very simple to pronounce, in fact it only has one syllable.

The rope hesitated, as if nodding, and as if shaking its head.

"That's a great name," Thomas said, his voice utterly deceptive. "Simple, easy to remember, and full of meaning. Plus, I can teach you ten different ways to write it!"

Although he is not a charlatan, he is like someone who enters a shop selling abalone. After a long time, he no longer smells the stench and becomes one with it.

Ah! No, it is like entering a room full of orchids. If you stop smelling their fragrance for a long time, you will become one with them.

This time, the rope nodded.

"Okay, from now on you will be called Hajime," Thomas said.

Time passed quickly as we walked and chatted with Hajime.

The city of Kiev is in sight.

As usual, Thomas didn't go straight to the Knights' headquarters. Instead, he first got a room in a humble tavern or inn. When it was completely dark, he crossed the busy street and arrived at the Wolf's Lair.

Knock on the door, enter, close the door. Everything is the same as before, Thomas saw Anna.

"Master Wolf." Anna saluted and took out something. "This is for you."

That's a box.

Thomas opened the box and found four glass vials and a letter inside.

It’s finally here, the rewards from the Wolf’s Lair!

Chapter 186 Harvest 6

As for Wolf's Den, Thomas has made two consecutive contributions.

The first time was when I helped Gray Wolf find the hiding place of the Marlowite followers—Gray Wolf had promised me that if I could find out, it would be a great achievement. This year, no matter what KPI assessments or anything like that, I received an excellent rating!

Calculating the time, it has been quite a few days since the first meritorious service, and it is indeed time for the reward to be received.

This is the special potion!

According to legend, this medicine can help people upgrade from a mid-level player to an elite player.

After special adjustments, its mortality rate has dropped to an acceptable range and is quite safe.

If it is put on the market for sale, it costs 10,000 florins per bottle, and there are many people who want to buy it!

As for the reward for the second merit, that would definitely take some time. Thomas was not in a hurry.

After all, he actively participated in the war and played the most crucial role in the battle against Malovet.

The rest of the Wolf's Den were all taken down by Marlowit mid-flight. They weren't even able to reach the temple, let alone play any role. Thomas was the only one who rescued them after the battle.

Thomas uncorked the bottle and began to study the liquid.

It has no distinct odor and is an amber-colored liquid. If I had to describe it, it's very similar to Thomas' cough syrup from his previous life, though not as thick.

This thing can be considered hard currency, and it is small in size and very convenient to carry.

But in terms of quantity... there are only four bottles, which is a little too little.

The box and bottle are matching and the sizes are consistent, so there is no need to worry about someone leaving something empty during the meal.

After Thomas examined the four bottles, he opened the letter.

The contents of the letter weren't anything special. It basically said Thomas was doing a great job, and the Wolf Lord had stated that the Kyiv Wolf Lair had achieved excellent KPIs this year, so as a special reward, he'd bestowed four bottles of a special potion. Of course, there were also some words of encouragement like "keep up the good work!"

In addition, there are also financial rewards. However, this reward is not a huge amount for the Wolf's Lair in Kiev.

The key point is these four bottles of medicine...

On the surface, there are four bottles of medicine, but in fact they are four quotas.

A place that can lure outsiders into the wolf's den.

There are core-level fighters all over the world, but there are really not many elite fighters.

One bottle of potion is enough to make people work for the Wolf's Den.

Of course, it can be turned into gold coins at any time if you want. Forty thousand florins is a huge sum of money anywhere.

"Anna," Thomas asked.

"Yes, Lord Wolf."

"You should have seen potions...are there many potions this time?"

"That's the most I've ever seen," Anna replied sternly. "Normally, if you do a good job and complete multiple important tasks, you'll be rewarded. But during the previous Wolf Leader's tenure, the most he ever received was two bottles."

"Two bottles..." Thomas hesitated for a moment.

In other words, this time the reward is indeed huge and generous.

Well, I'm just being greedy.

After putting away the potion and asking about some other daily matters, Thomas left.

Instead of going back to the hotel, he walked straight to the city gate.

Two or three sous were enough to get the guards to let him pass. He was already familiar with this matter.

After leaving the city, we soon arrived at a wasteland outside the city. It was a rocky area with no weeds or shrubs.

Even if you use gasoline to set fire here, the fire will not spread.

This is the terrain chosen before entering the city during the day.

If you close your eyes and look inward, you can see your own damaged godhood.

Although a lot of the broken godhead had been filled, several major cracks were still there.

Overall, the only change from before is that the brightness has increased a bit, after all, there are fewer cracks.

This should be the reward for killing Malovit.

Thomas still remembered the words of the chief priest... Absorbing the essence of the gods, only the same gods can do it.

So, am I a god now?

But Thomas knew very well that even if he was recognized as a god in the world's rules, it was just a kind of opportunism.

It's probably a situation where you have a name, but only a name.

The real him, who is at the peak of elite strength, would be suppressed by his status when facing the Protector of the Nation and would lose in ten moves or so.

This is how he is called a god? It's just a joke.

If it weren't for the mental strengthening brought by the Steel Soul Secret Art, he would have collapsed from the nightmare long ago.

However, Thomas quickly shifted his attention from the damaged godhead to the fire.

Thomas has been wanting to try it out these days, but he doesn't dare.

If a fire occurs, the consequences will be serious.

After all, he had witnessed the high priest's inability to control the fire freely, and he knew very well that this power was very dangerous.

But now, there's no problem.

From the outside, the fire starter is just a ball of flame burning out of thin air, similar to an ordinary campfire.

It is located in another dimension and can only be seen but not touched, nor can it act according to Thomas' will.

So... Thomas began to drive a ball of divine power towards the fire.

He had tried this trick on the sacrificial knife, but it had no effect.

But this time the situation was completely different, the divine power "touched" the flame.