A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

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Then he just lay on the table, unable to breathe, unable to speak or call for help.

It just so happened that everyone around was so focused on the fight over there that they didn't notice what was happening with the Great Elder.

By the time everything was over, the Great Elder had already passed away.

The whole process was natural and reasonable, and there was no possibility of murder.

Only Ferdinand knew what had happened.

Naturally, he blessed himself with luck.

After several experiments, he had a preliminary understanding of the potential and limits of his abilities.

The "Lucky Balance" ability, just like the materialized golden balance, has the ability to change human luck.

But just as a scale has only two ends, Ferdinand can only impose "luck" on one person and "misfortune" on another person at the same time. This object includes himself and others.

It couldn't be stopped, couldn't be finished, until someone died, or Ferdinand himself died—of course, he hadn't tried this, it was just his guess.

Naturally, Ferdinand would keep this "luck" for himself and not give it to anyone else.

As for the ability of "Misfortune", the scope of influence is larger than expected.

The death of the great elder Jim was silent and did not affect others.

But another little bastard whom Ferdinand hated suffered a much worse fate.

The young man, born into a noble Fatimid family, was arrogant and looked down on others. He was particularly hostile to Ferdinand because he was a Christian convert, not from a Crescent-Israeli family. Not only did he refuse to obey, he also went out of his way to cause trouble for him, even publicly exposing his views.

Then Ferdinand inflicted his "misfortune" upon him.

The first wave showed no reaction at all, and upon closer inspection, there were only a few minor signs, like accidentally breaking a few pieces of porcelain, or getting into an argument while chatting with someone.

These are just trivial matters. In fact, there is no difference between him and a normal person.

It was only at this time that Ferdinand discovered that if the effect of "misfortune" was not strong enough, then after a period of time, about ten days later, another layer could be applied.

This time the effect was much stronger, and the little brat caused a series of troubles.

It was unlucky, but it did not meet Ferdinand's psychological expectations.

Then Ferdinand discovered that he could inflict another layer of misfortune.

After the third application, the situation was completely different.

The boy's proud father lost in the political struggle and was killed by the Mamluks on the charge of "treason", and all his property was confiscated.

The loyal servant who always protected him was out shopping when he encountered an unrelated conflict. The two sides used muskets, and a stray bullet blew the servant's brains out.

The Jewish man who had deposited his property with him was so generous in lending money that the desperate creditor came and killed the Jewish man at night, and set fire to the place, burning all the accounts, receipts, and deposit slips.

So his savings were also lost without any evidence.

In just a month or two, the kid lost his family, property and servants.

Almost nothing left.

Then, under the heavy blows, he became self-destructive and had a very bad temper. He quarreled with several classmates and fought with them.

If you beat someone up and seriously injure them, of course you won't feel any better yourself.

However, he was rich and received careful treatment from the sect, and later recovered.

He could not afford the medical expenses and refused to compromise, which resulted in delayed treatment and he became disabled.

In the end, he could only leave the lair of the Star-Moon Sword Cult with such regret.

Ferdinand did not continue to monitor the brat.

He only knew that after about another month, the scales of luck exerted the power of "misfortune" and there was a vacancy again.

So although this ability is very powerful, it cannot be used casually.

After all, you can only curse one person at a time, and the curse can only get worse, not stop midway.

Moreover, it sometimes takes a long time to curse a target.

Therefore, we must aim at the main goal and not at the secondary goal. Otherwise, we will waste time and easily make mistakes.

However, it is very convenient to use it to complete your tasks.

Chapter 239: Protectors of the Nation 8

Rome, mysterious basement.

Thomas walked down the steps he had walked on before and saw again the counter-magic circles engraved on the stone walls, which seemed to be eternal and unchanging.

It’s hard to say if it’s a psychological effect, but the last time Thomas came here he didn’t feel anything special, but this time he could clearly feel a depressing and extremely unpleasant atmosphere.

It was as if these walls with counter-magic circles painted on them were repelling him.

"Ah, see you again, young god!" Just like the previous times, the voice sounded at the right time.

The last two times Thomas came, he could only hear the voice but not see the person, and he couldn't tell where the other person was. He didn't even know how the other person was able to transmit sound in his ear.

But this time he was very clear in his heart.

It's the field!

The other party has a territory and speaks to you through this territory.

This thing called domain really has endless uses, no wonder it is the standard power of gods.

Unfortunately, Thomas really didn't know how to do this. For the time being, he didn't have the energy to study the mysteries of the field.

"Hello again," Thomas said modestly. "I'm here to ask for help."

"Oh, young god, how can you help me?" the voice asked.

"Look at this," Thomas said, and he pulled the wolf god's head from his back pocket.

After the Wolf God died, the rest of his body was reduced to ashes and fragments by the sacrificial knife and washed away by the strong wind and heavy rain, but some parts still remained.

There are some bones and this skull.

Even after such a long time, the flesh and blood on this head are still not rotten. In fact, it is not wrong to call it "lifelike".

Even if it is cut with a sacrificial knife, it can only cause normal wounds and has no effect of withering and decay.

A little stronger than other parts of the body, a little weaker than the heart.

"Ah... an immortal body." The voice expressed surprise. "You killed a god?"

"I didn't kill him, I just delivered the final blow," Thomas said vaguely. "What is an immortal body?"

"If you have to say it, it's the second step on the road to becoming a god!" said the voice.

Thomas understood a little.

"Is this why gods...have lifespans exceeding a thousand years?"

"That's about right," the voice replied. "Young god, do you find this both surprising and reasonable?"

"That's true," Thomas said. "But let's talk about the use of this head."

"Well, this... isn't very useful to be honest. It's not a remnant of the old times."

"Then why is it immortal?"

"I don't really know. I wonder if there's a bit of divine essence hidden within this wreckage?"

"Nature?"

"Essence is a name, but it could also be called 'element,'" the voice said. "Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to extract this essence."

Thomas's heart suddenly moved.

He now knew that his damaged godhead was likely in a state of "thirst." No matter what external power it could absorb, it would be absorbed directly.

Maybe, it can be absorbed?

"How do we extract the essence? Do we destroy it? With fire? Acid? With swords, saws, or axes?"

"There's no need to go to all that trouble, and these methods aren't reliable," the voice said. "I suggest you find a magician."

"Magician?"

"Yes, this requires some skill. Honestly, you could definitely figure it out on your own, but it would be a waste of time. So I suggest you find a magician and have him help you extract the useful items. These items are of little value to the gods, but they are extremely valuable to magicians. I suggest you don't give them directly, but instead exchange them for something."

“I see.” Thomas understood.

Because in an instant, he thought of the blue-robed wizard.

Is it...

Thomas naturally made an association, and he seemed to understand why Radagast followed him.

Gandalf had demonstrated his ability of divination, or precognition, before.

He even came to Kyiv for a purpose.

Radagast likely has similar abilities.

Maybe it's for this very reason?

Thomas nodded slightly. "I see."

"I have another question. Do you know...Saramakand? Someone told me that it is a place where gods gather."

"Ah, this is very likely true." The voice laughed. "Sarmakand, the City of the Gods. It's hard to say whether it's the Creator's deliberate act, or some deviation from the laws of the world, but the dimensional barriers there... are the thinnest."

"The world is divided into many levels. Depending on the standards, the material world we live in is the lowest level, or it could be said to be the highest level! If you want to break through the material world and enter other levels of this universe, Samarkand is a relatively good place. However, for other reasons, it's not a good place to be. There are many restrictions."

"Is that so?" Thomas understood a little. "Thank you."

His fingers reached for the hourglass in his pocket.

Without using your eyes, you can tell with a light touch of your finger that the sand in the hourglass is almost full.

This is something his teacher gave him to use to tell time.

On the previous two occasions, the pope had waited outside for the bell to ring to remind him that the time was up, but this time Leo XI was busy with other things and was not outside, so he gave him the hourglass.

"You're welcome." The voice laughed.

"I feel a little bad that you're helping me like this. Is there anything I can help you with?" Thomas asked tentatively.

"No, hahaha...haha..." The voice laughed as if it had heard a funny joke. "No need. This is just a contract I signed a long time ago. Besides, this little help is just a casual gesture and not worth mentioning."

"I was on Rhodes Island and met a being who called himself 'Thor'."

"Thor?" The voice was slightly startled. "Oh, Thor, it's him!"

"you know?"

"It's not a matter of knowing him..." the voice said. "But I suggest you be careful. He's quite cunning, and a bit dangerous for a New God like you."

"Danger?"

"Ha, I can't say for sure." The voice was clearly unwilling to discuss the topic. "It's just a suggestion. Of course, whether you accept it or not is entirely up to you."

Thomas nodded slightly.

"Then I'll take my leave first. See you next time if there's a chance," said Thomas.

Complete the cardinal's canonization ceremony quickly, then return home to see if Radagast is really here for this!

Oh, and of course, we also need to look for documents from the original founding of the Order.

The Pope has already agreed to this.

After all, checking old documents and archives wasn't a big deal. It was even more normal for the Grand Master to come here to look for old records.

Thomas is now highly suspicious of Saul.

There must be something fishy behind this.

"Wait, young god, do you want to know some information?"

"What information."

"I'm sure it's information that will be very valuable to you."

"Does it cost me anything?" Thomas asked.