Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

More than forty law enforcement officers died, and a major battle destroyed half a street. And this can be considered the least significant impact?

"Then... what is heavy?"

Sethka couldn't help but speak up.

This made Satek the Greatsword look at him with a puzzled expression.

"You really want to know?"

"No, I was just asking."

Seeing that Satek's right hand had already silently reached for the Divine Blade behind his back, Setka decisively chose to keep quiet.

Clearly, at this point, Sataik no longer represented himself; all his actions were in accordance with the will of the serpent god.

"Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing."

The brief exchange made Setka clearly realize this.

The so-called retraining that followed confirmed Sethka's suspicions, because those programs were less training and more a form of brainwashing—they had to recite prayers praising the serpent god day after day, and even learn to memorize those lengthy scriptures, until they showed absolute loyalty to the serpent god, only then could the training be considered over.

"Isn't this the same as what happened on the Sun God's side?"

Sethka also raised this question.

Perhaps because they had known each other for a long time, the greatsword Sathek, who was in charge of training, finally pulled him aside and answered his questions.

“I know this method is stupid, but it’s the best we can think of right now… Otherwise, to prevent anything from going wrong, you would all have your souls crushed.”

Crushing the soul is true and complete death, the kind that even priests cannot summon back from the underworld.

Things have gotten this serious.

"Is it because of that...knowledge from heaven?"

Sethka's brow furrowed as well.

"Are those things... really that dangerous?"

"You can think of it as a form of aggression."

Satek's expression remained grave.

"Like right now, aren't you starting to get curious? Or even want to know more?"

"This...is true."

Setka nodded.

Although he was aware of the problem to some extent, he was indeed curious about it—or rather, he wanted to know exactly what the situation was and what he was facing.

"Once you have curiosity, you want to know, and once you want to know, you'll want to know more... Our woodworking master is just as crazy, though in his own eyes he's not crazy, he's just refining his skills."

Satek sighed.

“Nutba, I’ve known him for a long time. He’s not the kind of person who would do anything to harm others, but he’s just too obsessed with his craft… But it’s precisely because of this obsession that he was tempted by the evil in the stars and ended up doing this.”

An excessive obsession with skills or an excessive pursuit of knowledge can lead to being tempted by evil in the starry sky.

Sethka quickly grasped the key point in Satek's words.

Well, the problem is coming.

In the city of the Serpent God right now, how many people are so obsessed with their craft that they are even called immortals?

"hiss……"

The thought of that enormous number sent chills down Seth's spine.

Chapter 229 The Gaze of the God of Knowledge

It wasn't just the local Setka who was feeling the chills; Elias, the chosen champion, was also experiencing the same thing.

The worst-case scenario has still occurred. The ancient evil in the starry sky has still taken notice of this place. At this moment, not only Elias, but also the other chosen champions are all prepared to fight to the death.

Yes, they were going to fight to the death. As the chosen ones of the god of courage, the idea of ​​retreat was not in their minds—but the fact that they were even preparing to fight to the death was enough to show how dangerous the situation was.

"It can't even be described as dangerous anymore; this is a catastrophe."

Elias described the discovery of the ancient serpent in this way.

"The thirst for knowledge will attract the gaze of the god of wisdom, who will bestow knowledge upon them, enabling them to understand everything..."

"That sounds like a good thing."

Listening to Elias's description, Du Yi felt that this behavior was a bit too generous - after all, you have to pay tuition to learn a skill, but this kind of behavior of teaching whatever you ask without charging any fees is simply an unprecedented act of kindness.

Upon hearing this, it was Elias who was stunned.

"How...could this possibly be a good thing?"

Every seemingly free gift comes with a price.

The price of accepting this knowledge is to become the chosen one of the gods of wisdom, eternally pursuing that endless knowledge.

"That doesn't seem to be a problem."

Du Yi still felt there was nothing wrong with this, after all, knowledge is indeed endless, so it is only natural to keep pursuing it.

"It's just this, why are you so scared?"

"But the problem is..."

For a moment, Elias was at a loss for words.

After all, compared to the chosen ones of the God of Courage, whose brutality was on full display, the chosen ones of the God of Wisdom often did not seem to pose much of a threat. Before the problem was exposed, they could usually maintain the appearance of scholars, and their thirst for knowledge was exactly what they would show.

It wasn't until their knowledge reached a certain level that they began to try to verify whether a certain hypothesis was valid by destroying an entire planet.

By then, it was all too late.

"Ah this."

Upon hearing Elias put it this way, Du Yi realized the seriousness of the matter.

After all, he had encountered something similar before. Although he wasn't quite sure if the 36th generation Akakage had received any knowledge from beyond the stars, it was clear that his former friend had indeed researched and developed incredible power, and had indeed accomplished a feat that could be described as world-destroying.

If something like this happened again...

"Forget it then."

Although the current environment is much worse than his old place, it is still quite comfortable. Anyway, Du Yi doesn't want to experience something like this again.

"So what should we do?"

Du Yi looked at Elias.

Since this chosen champion specifically sought him out, he must have a way to do so. After all, in a sense, they are now on the same side.

The solution offered by the Chosen Champion Elias was also quite simple.

"Just make them stop thinking."

Elias revealed the method he knew.

"As long as you don't think, you can solve the problem at its root."

"you……"

Du Yi was stunned.

To avoid being contaminated by knowledge, they simply stop thinking altogether, which is like not drinking water at all because they know they'll choke. Du Yi couldn't understand how such an absurd thing could possibly work.

"You can give it a try first."

Sensing that the ancient serpent was averse to this matter, Elias sighed.

This was inevitable, since anyone would be more or less surprised to hear such a method that was like throwing the baby out with the bathwater—but in Elias's mind, this was already the best way to fight against the god of wisdom.

After all, the power of the god of wisdom is so pervasive that anyone who wants to improve or learn will almost certainly be noticed by the god of wisdom; it's just a matter of time.

"And this planet... is probably the most suitable place for the god of wisdom to exert his power."

Elias thought to himself.

Indeed, this planet seems too ignorant to be noticed by the god of wisdom, but it is precisely because of its ignorance that it has a great thirst for knowledge—coupled with the extreme focus shown by the natives of this planet, they are almost certain to attract the attention of the god of wisdom.

The god of wisdom will grant their wishes and bestow upon them countless secrets of knowledge—an unprecedented generosity, a veritable feast.

But the ones who will enjoy this lavish feast will not be these local natives.

Rather, it is the god of wisdom himself.

When these natives accept that knowledge, when they begin to seek the so-called truth, the shadow of the god of wisdom already envelops them. They will all be transformed into believers of the god of wisdom, arguing endlessly until they begin to use force to practice their own truth and use their knowledge to destroy the entire planet.

Thus, the god of wisdom gained another favored one, and in the sea of ​​stars, another ruin appeared.

"And then, I was buried in the ruins."

Elias, who had just returned from the ancient serpent, looked rather grim.

Since the ancient serpent did not fully accept his advice, it meant that this planet would almost certainly suffer the ravages of the god of wisdom. If he did not want to die on this planet without knowing why, he would probably have to find a way to save himself.

It wasn't just him; the other chosen champions thought the same way.

The chosen champions of the God of Courage originally thought this was the God of Courage's hunting ground, after all, the God of Courage's blessings had already spread throughout this region, and it was time for them, the chosen champions, to determine the victors—but who could have imagined that at this very moment, the God of Wisdom would also choose this planet as a breeding ground, and even begin to spread those hidden knowledge to the local natives.

"Two celestial beings have simultaneously set their sights on the same planet! What a calamity this is!"

Many of the chosen champions even began to mourn for the local indigenous people, whose fates were truly tragic.

So, in order to prevent these natives from suffering so much, these chosen champions prepared to show them mercy in their own way.

"The only way is to kill them."

Yes, in order to prevent these local natives from being poisoned by the god of wisdom, the chosen champions of the god of courage decided to kill them all first.

Chapter 230 Knowledge is power

They were competing together just yesterday, but after waking up, they suddenly decided to kill each other. This was completely incomprehensible to the locals of the Serpent God City—but for these chosen champions who descended from the sky, it was perfectly normal behavior.

After all, that's what they've always done.

When many chosen champions gather together, the birth of a new champion becomes inevitable—there can only be one champion, and the god of courage will only watch over the strongest one. This means that those who are not strong enough will become stepping stones for this supreme champion.

To unleash a sufficiently dazzling light, one must have enough fuel, which means that when these chosen champions descend into this trial ground, they are prepared to become firewood.

Simply put, they didn't even care about their own lives in order to win first place.

How could they possibly care about the lives of these local natives?

It's normal for the training grounds to be destroyed, and for all the natives to die to prove how intense the battle was. But what's abnormal is that they're even participating in some local competition. And now, directly killing the local natives is just a return to what they've experienced most often.

Moreover, these killings were absolutely necessary.

They had to kill all the local natives before the god of wisdom corrupted them, otherwise they would all be trapped here if the god of wisdom's corruption spread. The thought of going from being decisive and courageous to being a foolish person who was obsessed with technology and always ready to debate with others filled these chosen champions with murderous intent.

However, their ruthless killing plan was brought to an end before it even began.

Or perhaps, these local natives simply didn't perceive it as an attack.

Just like right now.

It was a chosen champion named Nubaton. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately grabbed his longsword and rushed into his neighbor's house—and his neighbor, the local native, was a level 412 barber.

Those of such high rank and profound expertise are most susceptible to corruption by the god of wisdom.

Such people should be eliminated as soon as possible.

However, despite eliminating him, the Chosen Champion Nubaton didn't really take it too seriously. After all, even if that old man had a level of over 400, that was only in hairdressing. In terms of actual combat, at his age, he might not be able to defeat him.

"Under normal circumstances, I might have seriously competed with you in your area of ​​expertise... but now, I can only apologize."

Nubaton raised his longsword, ready to chop off the old barber's head.

However, faced with the raised, bloody greatsword, the old barber showed no sign of even the most basic fear; instead, he wore a welcoming smile.

"Since you're here, please have a seat."

Nubaton certainly wouldn't sit down; he was there to kill people, so how could he possibly sit?

A moment later, Nubaton saw his face in the bronze mirror.

When did I sit down?