A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

I'd previously overlooked this, but upon closer inspection, I could see that Thomas was somewhat unique. Neither his demeanor nor his actions resembled those of an ordinary farmer's son. In fact, it was clear that Thomas, like him, had some education—perhaps not as comprehensive as that offered at the monastery (for example, he couldn't read), but being educated and not being educated were two completely different things.

"Brother Batista has assigned me to do the laundry," Thomas sighed. This was truly a huge hassle.

Physical fatigue means he has less energy to study - and there is no way to solve this problem for the time being.

"Doing laundry? Then tomorrow Sunday..."

“I’ll go,” Thomas said.

Going to church to participate in large-scale ceremonies takes a lot of time, but it is an opportunity to break the godhead and produce divine power, which cannot be missed.

Strangely enough, the monks themselves also pray and chant scriptures every day, but when they participate in these rituals, the damaged divinity will not have any reaction.

The only advantage of doing laundry is that you have more time to spare, as long as you can dry it the next day, it’s still in time.

Chapter 11: Killing Intent 1

It was already late when we returned to the monastery from the church.

As soon as Thomas came back, he rushed to the cafeteria and secretly grabbed two freshly baked breads during the brief moment when others took a break.

The bread was hard and bitter, and without the soup it was hard to swallow. But this time Thomas didn't care about much.

By dusk, Thomas had reached the well.

The other three had finished their work, leaving piles of unwashed laundry.

Although it was barely a quarter, Thomas was sure that the three of them must have added a lot of extra to the pile when they distributed it.

However, since you are late, you should be aware of this.

Thomas began to fetch water and wash clothes. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the setting sun soon disappeared, leaving only the bright sunset glow in the distant sky.

The water is a bit cold.

Winter is approaching!

Thomas remembered that the climate in Europe was called the Mediterranean climate, which was known for having neither cold winters nor hot summers.

But it's just a title after all.

It's fine when there's sunshine during the day, but once the sun goes down, the temperature drops significantly, and my wet arms become stiff when the cold wind blows on them.

Speaking of which, Thomas is still not sure whether this is a parallel dimension.

This could be an Earth with a different history, but it could also be a completely unrelated world.

As he is still illiterate, he does not have the ability to answer this question.

The monastery should have a collection of books, but he couldn't read them.

He had to learn grammar and spelling as quickly as possible—actually, being a priest didn't require literacy, and there were more than one or two monks who gave up. But as someone from another world, he knew he had to learn cultural knowledge.

If he wants to do something in this world, whether it is to engage in business or try to become a marquis or a prime minister or something else, then this is what he must prepare for.

The problem now is Brother Batista. He feels that Batista is targeting him, but he can't figure it out for a while.

There is a simple solution - give money.

He had come to realize that within the corrupt church, there was almost nothing money couldn't do.

But he had no money.

Just like last time, the thief-eating-the-thief approach won't work this time.

Thomas was thinking about this question when he heard footsteps.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure—Baldwin.

He's coming.

It was natural that he had to come over to take a look, just in case Thomas didn't come. You know, if the work wasn't completed, then all four of them would be in trouble.

The wind brought a smell of alcohol - this guy was drinking!

Although alcoholism is a sin, it's a sin too common. The world is so vast, there's no shortage of this kind of sin. So the monastery turned a blind eye. The monastery brewed its own wine, and anyone with money could buy it.

There is even more wine in the town.

It is estimated that Baldwin took advantage of the fact that a large group of monks went to attend mass to go to the town for a drink.

Thomas paid no attention, and did not turn back when Baldwin came up to him.

There is no need to communicate with this repeater who cannot even obtain the official status of a monk.

In fact, Thomas felt that the other party would probably never be able to obtain an official identity and would be kicked out soon.

The monastery will expel novice monks from time to time.

Suddenly, Baldwin grabbed him from behind.

A completely unexpected move—what's the purpose?

Want a fight?

A pointless fight? Or just a drunken impulse?

The two sides tangled in a tug of war, and Baldwin pinned him.

Although Thomas was faster than his opponent, he was no match for him in close combat. Baldwin was a size larger than him, and as the saying goes, "bigger means bigger, bigger means bigger." Thomas was pushed back step by step.

There is a well behind me.

"Boy!" Baldwin grinned, his eyes flashing with a ferocity that Thomas had never seen before - not in the 21st century, not since he came to this world.

No, this is no longer cruelty, but murderous intent!

Even though it was the first time I saw it, I still instinctively knew that it was murderous intent!

"Boy, you're not the first to play tricks on me!" Baldwin grinned and continued to push. Thomas's strength was greater than he had imagined, but it was still inferior to his.

This half point is the difference between strong and weak.

Under the powerful external pressure, Thomas was forced to retreat step by step to the edge of the well.

"Do you know what happened to that idiot who played tricks on me?" Baldwin's eyes were red, and the strong smell of alcohol gushed out of his mouth, making people sick. "I pushed him into the well... and he was pulled out straight the next day! Hahahaha..."

Thomas tried his best, but in the end he was a little bit inferior in strength.

He was only one step away from the wellhead.

"They...will find out!" Thomas managed to utter.

"Haha... They'll find out you fell into the well while fetching water... Boy, no one cares whether you're dead or alive! I've already found out everything today... You can't fool me..."

Thomas' body was shaking from the excessive exertion. When their eyes met, he felt the shadow of death for the first time.

It was as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was placed on his neck, and he could even feel the Grim Reaper's cold breath.

I was going to die... He pushed me into the well and I died silently.

Either drown or freeze to death!

Reborn, only to vanish from this world without a trace? Nothing was accomplished before? A title of nobility, founding a nation, a life without regrets… All ambitions turned to dust, vanished with the wind?

Countless worries, fears, and terrors flashed rapidly through Thomas Fang's mind.

His face was contorted, his lips slightly parted.

"No... I don't want to die... I can't die!" Fear, and the anger brought by fear.

"Want to kill me? Then go die!"

"You have to die! Only then can I survive!!"

Thomas' pupils dilated. He felt his hands go numb, the result of overexertion. His heartbeat was like a drum.

strength!

In fact, Baldwin is only slightly stronger than him. If he has a little more strength, he can suppress the opponent!

In his extreme state, he entered that mental state again and saw the damaged godhead that was still motionless.

The Broken God also has five balls of divine power, one of which was just obtained from attending mass today.

There were originally more, but in order to verify the effect of the divine power, many experiments consumed a lot of it, and there are still five balls left.

"Who wants me to die..."

"I'll kill him first!!!"

Driven by Thomas' consciousness, divine power turned into a hot current and rushed into the muscles of his limbs.

Chapter 12: Killing Intent 2

Baldwin felt the resistance, but he paid it no mind.

It is often the case that when a person is dying, he or she often unleashes potential that he or she has never imagined.

However, this outburst was strong but short-lived, and he would be able to get through it as long as he held on.

But this time, something seemed wrong.

Thomas's power continues to grow.

This is a pure wrestling game, and the change in strength can immediately reverse the situation.

Thomas, in turn, overpowered Baldwin.

He twisted his body forcefully, pressing Baldwin to change the positions of both parties.

Now it was Baldwin with his back to the well.

Baldwin was surprised at first, then fought desperately, but when he found that he could not defeat his opponent no matter how hard he tried, he also felt that fear.

Every living thing has an innate fear of death.

"Wait wait wait... Brother Thomas, it's my fault..." He stammered to apologize, but the words made him lose half of his breath, causing Thomas to take another half step forward.

Now he was only half a step away from the wellhead.

The enormous force was beyond his ability to resist and slowly pushed him backwards.

"I..." He stuttered because he instinctively clenched his teeth and exerted force. "It was just a joke..." he said with difficulty.

"Stop pretending!" he heard Thomas' voice, cold and cruel. "I saw you washing clothes before but never drinking the water... I didn't know why. But now I understand."

Coming from the future, he knew the dangers of raw water and understood that water needed to be filtered, disinfected, or at least boiled before drinking. But the natives of this world knew nothing about bacteria.

But none of these three people had ever drunk the well water.

"Because you know... there have been bodies in this well, right?" Thomas said.

He made one last push, and Baldwin finally lost his balance and took the last step he shouldn't have taken.

He lost his balance instantly and fell into the well.

There was a shrill scream, and then it disappeared into the well.

There was immediately no movement below.

This is normal, because if you fall in this position, you will easily hit the wall of the well during the fall. Basically, if you hit your head, you are doomed and will drown in a state of unconsciousness.

Thomas stared at the bottomless well for a long time, then took a few steps back and instinctively looked around.

At the end of the distance is a brilliant sunset that is slowly fading.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Then he felt his hands and feet go weak and he sat down on the ground.

Is it really... the Middle Ages?

Thomas felt that he had handled all the relationships calmly, but he still couldn't stand some crazy people who were not calm.

Rational natural person is ultimately just a hypothesis.

Sometimes, only force can protect yourself.

You may not need it in normal times, but you must have it. Otherwise, the barbarians' impulsiveness will destroy everything.

But... Thomas clearly felt the changes in his body.

"My strength..." He assessed his body. "Permanently increased?"