A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Using divine power just now was just an instinctive reaction. In fact, Thomas himself didn't know the consequences of doing so.

But now it seems that the situation is much better than expected.

It was hard to say how much it had improved, but some instinct told him that his strength had indeed been permanently enhanced.

In addition to healing illnesses and injuries, and restoring the body... can divine power also permanently enhance physical attributes?

Then... let's try again!

Thomas once again mobilized a ball of divine power, this time injecting it not into his muscles, but into his internal organs.

A warm current slowly flows from the chest and abdomen, passes through the internal organs, and slowly disappears.

This should be... a permanent improvement in physical fitness?

Thomas tried again, this time targeting not limbs or organs, but nerves.

The divine power also turned into a stream, rushed into the spine, and then washed the whole body along this nerve channel.

I can also feel that my movements seem to have become a little more agile.

So that's how it is. Infusing divine power into certain areas of the body will enhance the body's abilities.

However, Thomas was able to control it so precisely because he had studied anatomy. If someone who knew nothing about it had just injected it into the body...

I'd assume there would be an improvement as well. However, if it were spread out, the increase would be smaller and harder to detect. However, with a targeted approach like Thomas's, it would be easy to feel the improvement.

But I don't know whether this is a permanent enhancement or a time limit.

This time it was a blessing in disguise. If it hadn't happened, it would probably take him a long time to understand that divine power could be used in this way.

Thomas walked over to the pile of clothes, some of which were still unwashed, and resumed his work.

The next day, at the end of the morning study session, several monks came up to me.

One of them was Batista.

But this time Batista was just a guide, not a leader.

The leader was a monk whom Thomas did not recognize at all. His clothes were also different from Thomas's.

People in the Chomutov Monastery, regardless of their status, all wore gray-black monastic robes with a rope tied around their waists.

This person was wearing a dark blue robe, and the style was slightly different.

"Novice Thomas?" asked the leader.

There was only this one stranger. The others were all middle and high-level officials in the monastery. Even if Thomas couldn't remember their names, he at least recognized their faces.

"Yes, Monk." Thomas looked at the stranger with a little nervousness on his face.

"Don't worry," a monk said. "This is Bishop Lorenzo. He came to our monastery to supervise the work..."

He swallowed the rest of the sentence simply because the bishop gave him a slightly dissatisfied look.

"Do you know novice monk Baldwin?" the bishop said gently.

"I know him," Thomas nodded. "He and I have recently been working together on laundry for everyone. Besides us, there are two other people..."

"And you saw him yesterday?"

"No," Thomas said. "I was at church yesterday... so when I came back, all three of them had finished their work. I worked until dark yesterday."

"Since this job is so busy, why do you still go to the church?" The bishop smiled kindly.

"Well..." Thomas glanced timidly at the others. "Brother Batista taught me that whether it's Mass, prayer, or any other sacrament, there's never more, only less."

"This morning, Baldwin didn't return to his quarters, and his roommate reported the situation. We eventually found the body of novice Baldwin in that well." The bishop's eyes were fixed on Thomas. He already knew that this young man came from a farming family, had lost both his parents to illness, and was one of the latest to enter the monastery. It was hard for such a child to have any ulterior motives. But his gaze never relaxed.

"Ah!" Thomas showed his surprise at the right time.

"Do you know why?" asked the Bishop.

"I think I know." Thomas hesitated for a long time, then answered reluctantly.

Section 13 Conspiracy

"Oh?" The answer surprised the bishop. "Can you tell me more?"

"He was probably there to check on my work," Thomas explained. "He was worried I'd slack off and not complete my portion of the work. And at night, when the light was dim, he couldn't see clearly. It was easy... to make mistakes."

Night blindness is common among monks - especially novices.

It's no wonder that people eat such "simple" food every day in order to reduce their sins.

The Bishop looked up at the others, and Batista wanted to speak, but finally kept his mouth shut.

The bishop looked around at the others; considering their other findings, the conclusion was obvious.

Baldwin went out into the city yesterday and drank a lot.

Even if he wasn't completely drunk, he was still a little tipsy.

After returning to the monastery, he felt that it was still unreliable, so he took advantage of the night and went to see how Thomas's work was completed while drunk. Under the combined effects of alcohol and darkness, he fell into the well.

This is also a very reasonable answer.

"This is your fault, Brother Batista," the Bishop rebuked gently. "You should have divided the work more clearly."

Batista immediately bowed his head and confessed his mistake.

Anyone else would have regretted it. The bishop's attitude made it extremely difficult for him to advance further. But Batista hadn't expected to advance in the first place. For someone from a lower-class background like him, a mid-level position in the monastery was his limit.

The serious thing to do is to make more money.

The investigation ended quietly—in fact, although Thomas was prepared to be questioned a second, third, and even a fourth time, in the end, nothing happened. That was the end of it.

For the monastery, this was already the most rigorous investigation. Instead, it became a report full of excuses and fantasies. Perhaps there wasn't even a report at all.

The loss of a life is like a small stone falling into a pond, which only causes ripples of this magnitude.

This further aroused Thomas's sense of crisis. Although he was the beneficiary of this incident, he knew that if he died, the situation would not be any different.

This is a society without human rights. If you want to do something, you must have the power to protect yourself just in case.

But he had no clue about this matter because he still couldn't get past Batista.

After all, they were the ones in charge of the monastery's relevant responsibilities and could do whatever they wanted with Thomas. Rebellion was tantamount to rebelling against the entire monastery.

Thomas can't do that yet.

Incidentally, his workload had increased—with the death of Baldwin, the laundry work had gone from being shared by four people to being shared by three.

On the morning of the third day, a thin mist rose near the monastery.

Today's study time is half in the morning and half in the afternoon, so Thomas must finish his part of the work in the morning.

So when it was just getting light, Thomas had already started working, and when it was bright and foggy, Thomas had already started hanging out the clothes.

The place he chose to hang out the clothes was a little further away from the well - leaving the closer spots for the other two.

If Thomas took advantage of his proximity, there was no telling what the other two would do.

Trying to save small profits will bring additional risks, which is not what a wise person does.

This forest is not a dense forest. Apart from trees, there are few shrubs and weeds. This is probably because there are piles of rocks in this place.

To be honest, when I first came here, I felt that this place was a bit like a maze.

Now it is shrouded in fog, making it even harder to see what is ahead.

Apart from a few trainee monks who are responsible for washing clothes, basically no one comes here.

Washing clothes was indeed a tiring job. After a quick and intense wash, Thomas's forehead was already covered in sweat. To save a few steps, he chose to go through the woods, or rather, through a small part of the woods.

Just as he passed by, at this moment, faint voices came from the fog ahead.

Thomas was startled.

Why is there someone here? And talking?

He took off his clothes lightly and tiptoed towards the direction of the sound.

The thick fog made it impossible to see who it was, but the voice became clearer.

"...What happened? Nothing was found? Did the news leak out and he found out?" asked a young man in a low voice.

"I don't know... probably not. This is still a very secretive matter..." Another man with a deeper voice replied with some trepidation. "I've already sneaked into his house and looked for it, but there's nothing to be found... I don't know where the letter is hidden."

"Then go again! Conrad will have a sacrament to perform in the next two days. That's a good opportunity! You'll have at least ten minutes! Search all possible places again!"

Thomas' heart trembled. It was not the first time that he heard people talking in private, but this time... it seemed that he heard something extraordinary.

It was the combined help of the fog and the woods that allowed us to hear the sounds at this distance, but not see them with our eyes.

It was difficult for the person involved to notice Thomas who was a little further away.

It felt like one was the mastermind, and the other was a lackey. The former seemed to be an outsider, while the latter was from the monastery. They seemed to want to steal a letter from the abbot? Or at least peek at its contents.

Thomas backed away slowly.

He had heard enough, and the fog would clear any moment. After all, the sun was coming out.

Since the other party was discussing such matters in secret, if he were discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

He didn't want to get involved in this sort of thing, nor did he need to. This high-level conspiracy had nothing to do with a small-time jerk like him. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a name suddenly entered his ears. A familiar name.

"If he really hides it very secretly, or keeps it close to his body...what should we do then?" asked a deep male voice.

The young man smiled.

"Otto!" he said. "You know."

"He will help us? Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. Remember that aphrodisiac? Find a chance to have him go to the city, mix it with water or wine, and find a prostitute... Then we'll show up at the right time, and that kid will be at a loss. For his own reputation, to avoid being discovered, he will have to obey us. No matter how many precautions Conrad takes, he will never be able to prevent his own son."

Then Thomas heard some explanations one after another.

Thomas, who was retreating, stopped.

A very cunning and despicable conspiracy.

But the possibility of success is indeed very high.

Thomas picked up the clothes and retreated a distance along the original path. After about five or six minutes, he walked towards the woods again.

This time he walked while humming a loud, off-key hymn. The sound drifted far ahead and could be heard dozens of steps away.

Back at the same spot, it was already completely silent. Apparently, the two people who had been conferring had heard the noise and left.

He didn't know who was speaking, but he remembered the voice.

Although Otto had little interaction with him, he still helped him a few days ago.

Without Otto's help, Thomas would have had a few more bruises or black eyes. After all, he was ready to take a beating at that time.

Moreover, to frame and persecute a teenager in this way... is truly despicable.

Section 14: Snitch

After the afternoon study session, Thomas walked to the upper-level residential area of ​​the monastery.

The middle and upper floors of the monastery are more concentrated, probably because the houses and environment in this area are the best.

As vice president, Conrad has his own office.

There are three abbots in the entire monastery: one abbot and two deputy abbots. So in terms of status, Conrad is either second or third.

In fact, the monastery fits the future model that Thomas is familiar with: two deputy abbots, one in charge of personnel and the other in charge of finances.

In the future, the person in charge of personnel management would be considered the highest-ranking official, and sometimes even a senior leader would directly manage personnel. However, in the corrupt Middle Ages, that was not so certain. After all, money could do almost anything these days.

He is Otto's biological father.

These days, it is a common phenomenon for high-ranking monks to have illegitimate children. Everyone's standards have been lowered again and again, and such things are no longer considered scandals.

This man's hair and face were very similar to Otto's, but his facial features were very different.

The first thing Thomas saw when he saw this man was calmness—Conrad's face was as calm as a bottomless pool. It seemed that no matter what earth-shattering events happened, it would not leave the slightest ripple on his expression.

Conrad saw a strange novice suddenly walk into his office, his face expressionless.

"Is something wrong?"