A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"It should be," the voice said with a tone full of self-mockery. "Or rather, I used to be. But as you can see, I'm just a remnant now. I've lost my former glory and I don't even remember who I was."

"How did you get here?"

"Of course it was put here by that woman. How else could it have come about?"

"Who was that banshee just now?"

"That woman's remaining consciousness," the voice said. "She was killed on the battlefield, but one of her men managed to bring her body here afterward. Because she and I once had a contract, her remaining consciousness, drawing on the power of our agreement, resurrected as a banshee."

"But what was resurrected wasn't Prasda, but merely an irrational creature. You destroyed it, and the contract was permanently ended."

"Young god, if I'm not mistaken, the era of Prasda is quite different from yours, right?"

"Hundreds of years," Thomas replied. "I wonder if you're afraid I might harbor ill will towards you?"

Jumping out like this... could it be a scam?

"If you kill me, I think that would be better. I'm tired of living this way. Death would be a relief for me," the voice replied. "The method of killing me is also very simple. Use violence to destroy the object I inhabit, which is this thing in your hand. Then I will die. Or rather, disappear completely."

"But killing me won't do you any particular good."

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"I'm sorry, Senior, I didn't mean to offend you," Thomas said. "But my principles prevent me from harming innocent people."

"A good idea, young god. But it means your path will be much more difficult than others," said the voice.

"So, Senior, do you have anywhere to go?"

"No." The voice was silent for a moment, then replied, "You can take me with you if you want."

"Is this the statue?"

"Yes."

"Why are you able to live in such a thing?"

The voice laughed. "It's not a complicated matter, but it's certainly not an easy one either. For example, you can't do it right now. If your body is damaged, you'll die."

"But after reaching a certain stage, it becomes very easy. The contract with Prasda has exhausted almost all of my strength. I can't help you much now, but I can give you some advice or share some experience. Young god, I think you need an advisor now, don't you?"

"Is this corpse...Plasda?" Thomas asked.

"She and her last followers. What a pity. She wanted to carry out her ideals in this world, but it's much harder than it seems."

"However, young god, you don't need to mourn for him. She is not as good as you think. She is a greedy, selfish, cruel and bloodthirsty woman. It is a normal story that those who kill with swords will eventually die by the sword. Moreover,"

Thomas sensed a hint of contempt in the other person's words.

"Only powerful gods would dare to make such a challenge. Although Prasda is powerful, she is only a demigod. If she attempts such an arrogant act, failure is inevitable."

"This kind of challenge? You mean... implementing her ideas?"

"Yes. Gods can change people, but people cannot change others," the voice said. "Young god, if you allow me, I would like to rest for a while. You can continue to carry my parasite, because I also want to leave this damned secondary plane. Everything here is unchanging, numb and boring."

"Oh, well, I have one more thing to ask you. How long has this secondary plane existed?"

"It's been a long time, at least a thousand years. And it will most likely last another thousand years."

"I want to control this secondary plane. Is there any way?"

"Why should we control it? What good would it do to control it?"

"I think it could be used as a warehouse or a temporary residence. As long as I can come and go as I please."

"You can definitely make one yourself. Besides, aren't you able to come in freely already?"

"Well, making it yourself is troublesome. Wouldn't it be better to have a ready-made one?" Thomas said. "As for free entry, I can't do that. I have to be at a specific time and place before I can use magic to enter this place."

Constructing a secondary plane requires at least ninth-level magic... Thomas has just touched the seventh layer of the magic network, and even the eighth layer is still a long way off, let alone the ninth layer!

"It's difficult to enter and exit freely. This place is set up this way. It is forcibly locked to the main plane. If you want to change this, you need a ninth-level spell. I know this spell and can teach you, but I can't help you cast it. I don't have the power to do so now."

"Thank you, senior." Thomas said sincerely.

By the way, after coming to this secondary plane, Thomas felt that his luck seemed to have improved.

There was a noise behind him, and Thomas turned around to see Radagast approaching.

The old wizard was very cautious, but Thomas made a "safe" gesture to him, and his pace immediately quickened significantly.

"Grandmaster, you defeated it!" he exclaimed in admiration. "That was no ordinary monster!"

“It’s impressive,” Thomas admitted.

When Prasda was in her explosive state, she was truly amazing. He almost lost, just by a hair's breadth.

What a pity, he is a warrior with only one specialty.

After her burst state ends, she becomes an easy enemy to deal with.

"Master, be careful. We still need to see if there are any other dangers here." Thomas said.

"Don't worry too much about that," Radagast replied. "Monsters like the banshee hate all living things, yet they possess some basic intelligence... It's difficult to deceive them. In other words, since it's here, there can't be any other monsters here."

As he spoke, his eyes looked around.

Whether it's the overall building layout or the solid ground beneath your feet, there doesn't seem to be any traps here.

If you really want to set a trap, it will be a huge project!

Such a project could not have escaped Radagast's eyes.

In this regard, he is still very confident.

The old magician walked away and began to tour this secondary plane.

Thomas remained where he was, not far from the two corpses.

He believed that the old magician would find nothing.

It resembled a temple, but it contained no deities, no statues, no emblems. In fact, it was completely empty. This meant that it had been completely abandoned by its builders shortly after it was built, before it was even finished.

I can't explain why, but I can only speculate.

It then fell into the hands of Prasda and was used as a warehouse.

Prasda probably couldn't use it as she pleased, meaning she couldn't come and go freely. So she used it as a treasure trove, not a logistics warehouse.

Otherwise, the Red Girls Army could have taken off directly, moving freely without any logistical constraints. If that had been the case, it would have been difficult for the Kingdom of Bohemia to eliminate them.

"Young god, what is your name?" the voice sounded again.

"Ah, Senior, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Thomas," Thomas replied. "You can call me that too."

"Thomas? A very common name," the voice said. "Whose son are you? Or whose inheritance did you inherit?"

"Offspring? Inheritance?"

"Ah, to put it another way, where did you inherit your divinity from?"

“Because I got it by chance.”

"You have inherited the legacy of a lost god?" The voice was obviously surprised.

"You could say that," Thomas replied. "But why must my divinity be inherited from someone else?"

The voice laughed.

"Because it is already difficult for new gods to be born in this world."

"why?"

"I don't know. But it's become an axiom, taken for granted by everyone—all those qualified to embark on this path. Of course, if you insist on giving a reason, it can probably be attributed to the evolution of the laws of the world itself. Just like... the mountains and rivers change, the seas and the earth change."

"But," Thomas asked doubtfully. "I know of more than one new god!"

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"That depends on how you define 'new,'" the voice said. "The one holding power may be new, but the power of the gods is ancient and has been passed down through the ages."

"I don't quite understand..." said Thomas.

In fact, he had already guessed it roughly, but that didn't stop him from pretending to be ignorant.

It felt like this "senior" hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time. He spoke directly and frankly, without any intention of concealing anything.

If feigning ignorance could gain intelligence, Thomas didn't mind keeping it up.

"When a god dies, their power remains," the voice declared recklessly. "At least a portion of it remains. So, to become a god, you either have to be gifted a godhood, or you can luckily snag one. The easiest option is to kill a god and collect the remaining divine power from its corpse. However, in either case, some of the godhood will be lost during the transfer, requiring you to replenish it."

"And a new... godhead... cannot appear?"

"That's understandable," the voice said. "Why don't you leave here?"

"Oh, well..." Thomas replied. "I might be here for a while."

In fact, Radagast might leave later, but Thomas would stay for a while.

He might even stay for a few months - he had no shortage of daily necessities, as they had already been placed in his own private demiplane.

Because this place can isolate the effect of the "Curse of Fate".

"why?"

"Well, to fight against a fate curse." Thomas decided to tell the truth.

"Fighting a curse?" The voice was filled with disbelief. "Why would you need to fight a curse?"

"I didn't mean to, but someone cursed me." Thomas shrugged.

"What a foolish act! Cursing a god... Doesn't he know how ridiculous this is? It's like using fire to fight a fire dragon."

"what do you mean?"

"The simplest method is the domain. Thomas, you should have mastered the power of the domain, right? Open your domain, and any curse will have only a limited effect and won't be able to harm you."

The realm can resist the curse? Thomas woke up.

"If you feel this isn't enough, and it's only a temporary solution..." the voice said. "I can help you once!"

"help me?"

"I happen to have access to a special power. But it can only be used during the new moon," the voice said. "It can block all external forces, including curses."

"Shuoyue?"

"Yes, the new moon! That's the day when the moon is completely invisible! Of course, you can also stick to your original plan and stay here."

Thomas made a mental calculation.

If we were to stay in this secondary plane, the plan was to stay there for at least two or three months, cut off from any news from the outside world.

And waiting for the new moon...that's actually only about ten days.

In the meantime, you can use the domain to "treat the symptoms but not the root cause" and reduce the impact of the curse.

On the other side, Radagast had returned from a tour of the entire secondary plane.

It looks like you've gained nothing.

There was nothing else except these precious metals piled up in the main hall.

"What a pity... What a pity..." The old magician sighed. "Grandmaster, I found some magical items, but unfortunately..."

"it's broken?"

"Yes, it must have been corrupted by the power of the banshee."

Thomas could imagine it.

This thing called a domain has a significant suppressive effect on magic. If a magical item was immersed in the Banshee's domain for hundreds of years... it wouldn't be surprising if it was damaged.

However, Thomas's original goal was neither money nor magical items, but the secondary plane itself.

In any case, compared to Thomas's demiplane, this one was significantly more spacious, larger in area, and could accommodate more things. Furthermore, the lifespans of the two were completely different.

A ninth-level magic in exchange for such a private secondary plane... Thomas felt that even if it was not a profit, it was at least not a loss.

Unfortunately, it is not possible for the time being.

Radagast might be able to use ninth-tier spells, but he was a true master of magic, able to truly understand and meticulously master every spell—a completely different approach from spellcasters like Thomas.

What if he plays some tricks and sets up a backdoor for himself...