A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"The Grand Duke's orders!" Thomas didn't bother to engage in conversation. While he knew he was alone in this era and should remain humble, he had absolutely no liking for this kind of person. "Search! Don't miss a single corner!"

The Russians have always been known for their unruly and belligerent nature, and even in this situation they still refused to give in.

Thomas saw one of the guards put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"This is the order of the Grand Duke. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed without mercy!" Thomas said coldly.

The man hesitated for a long time, but still did not dare to draw his weapon. He could only allow the soldiers to search him up and down.

"Sir!" A soldier came running over. "Found it!"

They discovered the dungeon.

"Take me there!" Thomas said immediately.

A few minutes later, Thomas entered the brothel's dungeon.

After all, in order to control women, a small dark room is a good method, and this place is no exception.

There were not many prisoners in the dungeon, five women, two of whom were girls - underage.

They looked at the strangers who suddenly appeared with nervous eyes.

"Bring them out," Thomas ordered.

Two young girls were brought out first—of course, they weren't the target, not the Archduke's nephew in disguise. But they were clutching crosses. Clearly Christians.

"Sir, who are you? Are you here to save us?" a girl asked.

"Yes, son," Thomas replied softly. "God sent me. Have you prayed to God?"

"I prayed!" the girl almost cried. "Not for a single day!" She took the cross in her hand and kissed it.

It appeared to have suffered some torture, but no major injuries had been sustained.

After a brief inquiry, Thomas immediately learned that these women were from villages on the outskirts of Kiev and were kidnapped.

This matter itself violates the law.

It is one thing to force women into selling their bodies through means like debt, but it is another to control them through threats of violence.

No matter how twisted the Russians' morals are or how crude their laws are, they would never allow such a thing.

But violence is the easiest and cheapest option. It's a natural choice for a place that harbors filth and dirt.

It is called robbery, but in fact people mainly use robbery because it is very troublesome to take things by trickery.

When Thomas brought the girls back to the surface, the situation had changed fundamentally.

Now that the evidence is conclusive, Thomas has the final say on everything here.

If he said a big mistake was a big mistake, and a small mistake was a small mistake, even if he said this group of people might be colluding with the kidnappers, he was not wrong, because these people were indeed the kidnappers (although not the group that kidnapped the Grand Duke's nephew).

The woman's expression had changed, but she secretly gestured.

One of his men had already secretly handed a purse to Thomas. It was quite heavy.

So the Russians are always rough when it comes to doing things! Parallel planes are no exception!

With so many eyes watching, how can you just give me money so openly?

Thomas complained in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. "Catch them all! They might be connected to the kidnappers!"

One of his men—many of these soldiers were temporary recruits, so Thomas wasn't familiar with them—came closer. "Sir, this is... something the brothers will disagree with."

"Idiot!" Thomas glared back at him coldly. "First, arrest him and search him. Then we'll search this place thoroughly for any suspicious clues!"

The soldier was stunned at first, then he immediately came to his senses and was overjoyed.

I originally thought I could just make some extra money, but I didn't expect this boss to be so cruel! He wants to take everything! He's not just fleecing me, he's also taking the skin, meat, and bones!

"Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy and treated as an accomplice!" Thomas added coldly.

The soldiers sprang into action.

Thomas watched their actions coldly, and inexplicably felt something in his heart. Then he looked inward to examine the damaged divine nature.

He was shocked to find that he had gained six more divine powers.

Thomas often counted his power, so there was no mistake about that. At least, he hadn't had that much power before the raid on the brothel.

But now...what's going on?

This was the second time Thomas had received extra divine power. The first time was when he killed the wolf-skin warriors.

However, there is insufficient information, so we can only speculate but cannot prove it.

The search was not completed until the afternoon.

As for interrogating criminals and searching for clues, other departments would naturally take over. These were not Thomas's responsibility.

After handing over all the evidence in the case, Thomas' team announced its disbandment.

After all, the benefits cannot be fully taken care of. How the remaining suspects redeem themselves is the responsibility of another team.

Everyone returned to the base exhausted and excited.

Everybody made a killing.

Thomas returned to his residence and immediately took out the potion and applied it to his forehead, temples, back of the neck and other key areas.

The potion has no drawbacks other than being expensive - it helps with meditation.

Divine power is enough.

He closed his eyes and began to infuse divine power into his body.

Now his divine power was almost sufficient for him to cultivate the perfect spirit described in the Book of Steel Soul.

As divine power poured in, waves of insights into cultivation continued to flow into his mind, just as he had done countless times in cultivation.

Moreover, unlike what he expected, Thomas felt the bottleneck after only five balls of divine power.

He didn't care anymore and poured five more balls of divine power in. Then suddenly, as if there was ringing in his ears, after a loud bang, it seemed as if the door to a new world opened.

Perfect and complete in spirit and will.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Thomas is immune to all mental attacks from now on, but... according to the Book of Steel Soul, he has reached the limit of what mortal beings can achieve.

The "air mass" in the body seems to have doubled in size.

Thomas stood up and washed his face, washing away the potion that had turned into a sticky mess.

Looking at the sky, it's not yet dusk, so it looks like there's still enough time to go look for... Gandalf.

Chapter 25: Spiritual Field

The old wizard who called himself Gandalf was still in the cottage.

He seemed to be conducting some kind of experiment, because when Thomas approached the cabin, he smelled an indescribable pungent smell.

This was the smell I often smelled when passing by the door of a chemistry laboratory in my previous life.

But this time, he didn't even knock before the door opened.

Gandalf came out with an unhappy look on his face.

"I told you, Aragorn, that you don't need to come to me until you have fully mastered the art of concentration. This is the foundation of the foundation of the Steel Soul Mystic Art. If you don't master this, learning other things will be useless..."

"I think I've mastered it," Thomas interrupted.

Not only have I mastered it, I still have a lot of divine power left.

This should be the effect of the previous practice.

Thomas already knew that the secret technique he had practiced before, which made the long sword emit a brief jade-green light, was called "Nightmare Sword", or at least one of the Nightmare Swords.

This practice itself is also a kind of spiritual training.

This is why the energy he expended in cultivating the perfect spirit this time was much less than expected.

"You've mastered it, haha... This secret technique... is the limit of skill and willpower. Willpower skills are extremely rare, even for a magician... How is it possible!" The old magician's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "You really mastered it!"

"Come on, try this!" He waved his hand and threw out a cloud of smoke.

But this wasn't quicklime. Specifically, it was far more dangerous. After coming into contact with it, Thomas clearly sensed countless wails. From the smoke in all directions, countless ghosts burst forth. They twisted and agonized, and stretched out their claws, attempting to capture Thomas as well.

Gandalf took the opportunity to go around to the side and poked Thomas with his cane.

He wasn't moving fast enough, so Thomas reached out and grabbed the tip of the cane.

He grabbed his cane and took a few steps out of the range of the smoke.

This cloud of smoke, which clearly had supernatural effects, had no effect on him, or at least did not affect his fighting.

"This is really... really..." Gandalf muttered to himself in amazement. "It's only been a few days?"

Originally, he thought it was remarkable that Thomas could achieve this in half a year.

In fact, if you achieve something within three years, you are worthy of the evaluation of "good" or "excellent".

But now, it is obvious that he underestimated Thomas's talent.

There are geniuses in this world.

The destination that you have worked hard for your whole life to reach is just the starting point for others.

You can't help but accept it.

"By the way, Aragorn, you really have no interest in becoming a magician. What I mean is that you may be able to reach or even surpass my achievements in magic. This is..."

"My apologies, Master Gandalf," Thomas replied politely. "I'd like to learn more about the Book of Steel Soul. I believe I've paid the fee, so I can make this request."

"Ah...ah...Okay, let's move on. This technique involves focusing your attention on the enemy in front of you. You carefully judge...judge your opponent's next move from every detail...as if you can predict their actions."

The old magician began to explain in detail. He did not practice martial arts, but he must have studied the secret art of Steel Soul carefully.

This trick is very simple. As long as you focus your attention on the opponent without moving a moment, you will naturally be able to judge the opponent's next move through various details, thereby gaining the initiative to defeat the enemy.

Of course, the price is also obvious. When you focus all your attention on one enemy, you naturally relax your observation and defense of other enemies.

So this is a one-to-one skill and is useless in one-to-many situations.

Rather than saying it is a secret technique, it is better to say that it is a naturally derived skill.

Thomas estimated that he only needed two or three balls of divine power to master this technique.

I still have some divine power left.

"I don't think this is difficult. I should be able to master it quickly," Thomas said. "Can you teach me more?"

"More? First, you need to further hone your mental abilities, making them stronger and releasing them... forming a... unique perception. It's like you've gained an extra sense. This way, you'll gain a significant advantage in both attack and defense."

Gandalf began to teach Thomas relevant theoretical and technical knowledge.

Of course, this is just theoretical technical knowledge and training methods. Practicing them to the point where they can be used in actual combat is another matter entirely.

After all, Gandalf only understood it, but did not truly master it.

After finishing his explanation, Gandalf took out a book. No, it wasn't a book, it was just a pamphlet.

It contained a record of what he had just explained—this was probably a copy of the Book of Steel Soul.

Of course it’s not the complete version, but the part I just explained.

The rest depends on Thomas to go back and practice.

When it was completely dark, Thomas arrived at the training ground of the base.

It was already late, and some people were still busy outside and couldn't come back for the time being. Those who came back were tired after a day of work and rested early.

Thomas was the only one in the arena now.

As before, he applied the potion to every part of his body that could be applied.

The more you use it, the more you realize that potions really are a good thing.

There are only two new skills in the booklet.

It is considered a part of the Steel Soul Secret Art and is also an advanced combat skill.

In the final analysis, it is to project your powerful spirit outwards to form a spiritual field.

At this stage, the spiritual field does not have the ability to interfere with external matter, but it can provide a sixth sense.

Telepathy, not vision or hearing.