The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

"Please keep an eye out for other spellbooks for me. I'll come back next month."

Maginus made no secret of his wealth. He took all the books home first, then went to other bookstores and bought up all their stock in one afternoon.

The news that she was rich and loved collecting spellbooks spread quickly, and those who had spellbooks at home were extremely excited when they heard about it.

Since they had no exorcism abilities, they figured they might as well take it out and give it to the bookstore manager to see if he would accept it.

Maginus, who had just received the book, was now flipping through it, confirming once again that the development of magic here was indeed very backward, but some of the magical theories were still quite good. He guessed that Benia wasn't after the magic itself.

The ritual spells that make up the majority of the book are more advanced than normal spells, which is also a result of the inertia of magic. Although ritual spells are slow, they are more stable than normal spells.

The girl, who had once been a mage, could pretty much figure these things out. She sorted all the books into categories and stuffed them into her dimensional bag, then stood up and looked towards the slums.

With the most basic task objectives completed, it's time for me to get back to my own things.

Find someone similar to her, filled with hatred, grant him power, instruct him in the doctrines of the "God of Death," and make him the first test subject.

"Is this all the money you've begged for today? You can't do any work, and you can't even beg for money. You're such a useless piece of trash!"

In an abandoned church in the slums at night, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy is kicked to the ground by a man, while he tightly hugs another crying boy.

Around the three children, more children huddled in the corners, their eyes filled with resentment and sadness, but they dared not get involved.

The menacing-looking manager, holding a small knife, grinned wickedly at the two thin men.

"Remember what I told you? If you two don't collect enough money, you'll both be crippled and have to go begging again!"

He reached out to the two children. Upon hearing this, the older boy struggled with his emotions, but in the end, he made up his mind and was filled with murderous intent, intending to fight to the death.

Suddenly releasing his younger brother from his arms, the boy stood up and rushed towards the man in front of him, holding a pre-ground stone in his hand and stabbing the manager with all his might!

The manager, who thought he dared not and was incapable of resisting, was hit directly. In disbelief, he went into a rage the next second and kicked the boy who had stabbed him away.

Clutching his bleeding abdomen, the manager grinned maliciously as he grabbed an even smaller child.

"Very well, you dare to resist, huh? Well, it won't just be a cripple anymore. I've changed my mind. I'm going to break all four of your limbs so you can live properly, and then I'll kill you, my little brother!"

"Brother, run!"

"Stop... Pfft, stop! No!"

The fallen boy struggled to his feet, shouting with resentment and anxiety, but could only watch as the manager raised a dagger and stabbed his brother.

"No!"

The boy cried out in agony, just as he thought he was about to lose his last loved one, when the administrator's arm suddenly broke off, and blood flowed out continuously.

"Ahhh!"

Realizing what was happening, he screamed and released the child, rolling on the ground in pain. A figure in a black robe appeared in front of him from behind.

Maginus stared at the burly man on the ground and gestured for the bigger boy to come over.

The child, who had been kicked in the chest, suddenly felt no pain. He glanced at the mysterious man in black robes, carefully walked over, and bowed deeply.

Did you save us?

"It's me. I can sense your strong desire for revenge. Do you want to avenge those who bullied and oppressed you? Kill him now, and I can give you a chance to become stronger."

Maginus didn't beat around the bush and tossed a dagger to the child in front of him.

Looking at the weapon in his hand, he took a deep breath and solemnly said to Maginus, "My name is Kevin."

After saying that, he plunged the dagger into the manager's heart with lightning speed!

Maginus, who had come out to find a suitable candidate, nodded in satisfaction and glanced at the boy and his brother: "Come with me."

"Can you wait a while?"

Kevin made his request, glancing worriedly at the children behind him. Seeing this, the girl said:

“I have no intention of letting you two brothers come with me. You will stay here. As for the issue of the corpses and dead people, you will have to come up with your own explanation. You can push it onto me or someone else.”

Maginus turned and left, and Kevin, who knew he didn't have to go, immediately followed her with his brother, and they went outside the church.

Looking at the two children, who were younger than her, she narrowed her eyes and said, "I am a pastor who worships the great God of the Dead. Accept this; it is a gift from God."

Maginus raised her hand and tapped Kevin's head, activating a soul connection. Oh, it should be called soul possession when dealing with people with low willpower and mental strength.

A flood of knowledge about combat techniques and training methods rushed into the boy's mind. Overwhelmed by the knowledge, he groaned and blood trickled from his nose.

"elder brother!"

The boy who had been captured earlier was very worried, but Kevin reached out to indicate that he was alright. He browsed through his memories with excitement in his eyes, as if he could already see what would happen after he gained power.

Bloodstains were left on the crack between his brows. Maginus left a small amount of his life force in his body. His life force field could slowly consume the life force without malice, becoming nourishment to accelerate his training.

As a generous "evil god," the girl didn't mind giving her first follower a major boost, at least enough to give him some ability to protect himself.

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“From this moment on,” she said in a hoarse voice, “you are a follower of the God of Death.”

"Death represents the process of life moving towards death. As a follower of K, you only need to remember one thing."

Cherish your own life and the lives of your loved ones, and sacrifice the lives of your enemies to K in any way. Only by doing so will K grant you even greater power!

As someone who couldn't actually grant divine powers but was merely a charlatan, Maginus felt he had no incentive to motivate others, at least not initially.

Later on, as the crowd grows larger, a herd mentality will emerge. At that point, even if you can't grant them divine magic, those believers will still follow you.

The biggest problem is their prayers. If Zodrin Mekaela's experiment is correct, once the church expands to around a thousand people, the prayers of some, especially the fanatics, will likely echo in her mind at all times.

Then your experiment needs to have a fixed target; it can't be expanded to a thousand people, but you need to select a sufficiently elite experimental subject.

Kevin's body could no longer withstand any more life force, so Maginus stopped transferring power and the training methods could only make him a low-level warrior.

"strength……"

Wiping the blood from his nose, Kevin, regaining his senses, knelt on the ground. Feeling the power surging within him, his face lit up with ecstasy. Looking at the black-robed man before him, fear and reverence flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head and asked:

"How should I address you? What can I do for the God of the Dead?"

"Just call me Shadow Raven."

Maginos randomly made up a code name and shook her finger:

"The gods don't need you to do anything, but I do. Find those avengers who are driven by a desire for revenge, bring them into the church, and then silently recite the name of the great god of the dead. I will come to give you strength."

"And also, protect your own life, kill your enemies, and don't rush to the divine kingdom of us gods."

While wondering why the black-robed man in front of him was doing this, Kevin maintained a respectful expression, harboring both doubt and awe towards the so-called God of Death.

From childhood until now, he has never heard of any god who can give people power, and he knows that those small churches are just making money by deceiving people.

But what happened today completely overturned Kevin's previous beliefs, after all, he truly felt the surge of power within his body and the large amount of knowledge that had appeared in his mind.

Power might be an effect of some kind of hallucinogenic drug, but crystal-clear knowledge can't possibly be a result of a drug.

To this day, he still vividly remembers the training memories that flashed through his mind.

"Yes, I understand!"

Kevin responded loudly, looked up at Maginos, and the girl met his gaze with her scarlet eyes before turning and leaving.

She did not give the other child any strength; he looked at Maginus with only fear and unease, and at the dead thug with only dread.

This person is both cowardly and kind-hearted; he's not suited to be a "revenge."

As she left, Maginus unleashed a killing aura and a fear aura, constructing a symbol of faith behind her using a red mist of life force.

The two boys saw it, their blood-covered palms pointing their fingers at the black-robed figure. Drops of blood fell onto the figure, and she immediately vanished into the thick red mist.

goooo...

Swallowing hard, Kevin's brother walked up to him and grabbed his hand: "Brother, if we kill these thugs now, can we still stay here?"

Kevin snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, and pondered a solution with a serious expression. Remembering that Lord Shadow Raven had said he could pin the blame on him, a plan formed in his mind, and he glanced towards the interior of the abandoned church.

He planned to test how the children really viewed him, and use this opportunity to eliminate dissidents and take control of the other children's lives.

The plan is simple: when someone comes to ask, just say that the manager was killed by the man in black robes, and conceal what you did.

If a child claims he killed someone, he will act scared, giving Kevin a chance to fight back, even if the questioner senses something is wrong and tries to kill him.

The next step is to get all the children on the same pirate ship as him, find the guys who have a grudge against him and his gang, and call on Lord Shadowraven to turn them into his companions.

Having planned what to do next, Kevin patted his younger brother on the shoulder with a serious expression: "Don't worry, Suvia, I will definitely protect you."

Maginus, who had left, only paid a little attention to the area, making sure she could see Kevin kill someone or call for her as soon as possible.

Well, within a 5000-meter range, she could try to let her life force flow directly into Kevin's body, allowing him to experience the thrill of becoming stronger through killing.

However, to increase the number of believers, she would have to personally appear and act like a deity. Although this would reduce the mystery, they would remember that there was a powerful man in black robes in the church, and thus they would not dare to act recklessly.

On this magically sluggish planet, she still didn't forget to train, raising her hand to try and manipulate life force in order to return to her original state of control.

The training here might come in handy in the future. If I encounter an anti-psychic field, having a moment to use my life force could potentially save my life.

All she had to do next was wait—wait for the number of believers to increase, wait for the power of faith to appear, and wait for the power of faith to be enough to cleanse the spiritual remnants in her body.

Time really flies...

Maginus sighed slightly, and couldn't help but think of the danger the ancient tree had mentioned, wondering what danger she would encounter four years from now.

Ah, but thinking about it, it seems my lease on the villa is up next year. What a pity, she really likes that house.

In the taverns on the streets of ordinary people, workers, no matter how late it was, would still drag their tired bodies to the taverns to drink and look at the newspapers or other items left behind by others.

A literate and arithmetic-savvy management accountant downed his beer in one gulp, grabbed a newspaper with his other hand to examine it, his eyes glancing at the corner of the paper, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"What are the guards doing? Another murder has occurred."

This newspaper was clearly official in nature, and a murder case was published in an inconspicuous corner of the paper. The police department stated that they were doing everything they could to find the culprit.

As for how long it will take, well, who knows? Anyway, as long as the nobles are alright, it will take four or five commoners dying before it will attract attention.

“Mike, these murder cases are quite interesting.”

A familiar worker sat down next to the accountant: "A large number of bodies have disappeared without a trace. They were only discovered because a guard saw someone in black committing murder. One person was saved, but the body of the other who was killed was turned to ashes."

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"So you're telling me that dead bodies turn to ashes, and that I should investigate even when there are clearly vengeful spirits or something else present?"

As the people of Lengny began to discuss the bizarre murder, a detective stood at the spot where the body had once been, a pipe dangling from his lips, talking languidly to a guard.

He is the most famous detective in Lengney, the most capable detective, and the most intelligent fighter. As a result, many cases are solved by him and his assistant, the doctor.

The problem was that the case the police station had entrusted to him this time was far beyond his capabilities. The bodies had vanished into thin air, and the attackers all seemed to be powerful fighters.

He's not a god; how can he solve a case without any clues?

"I think the police should go find exorcists and priests of the Endless Light; they might be better at solving the current problem."

The detective earnestly offered his advice, while the sheriff, standing nearby, took out a hand-rolled cigarette, puffed on it, and sighed softly.

“Morph, I’ve already called an exorcist and a priest. They’ll be here soon. The reason I called you is to ask you to check whether it was an ordinary person who committed the crime.”

"alright."

Maurice flicked the brim of his hat, stopped complaining, and waited with his calm assistant doctor for the rest of the helpers to arrive.

Before long, the priest in a white robe and the exorcist in a wide overcoat, tricorn hat, and longsword at his waist arrived.

"Everyone's here now, how about you all introduce yourselves?"

The sheriff acted as a mediator, while Morf observed the two men and smiled.

“I am Morf, a detective. I believe you two may have heard of me. This gentleman behind me is my assistant, Mason, who used to be a military doctor.”

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"Ya Nan, the exorcist, has only been in Lungny for a short time." Ya Nan, the exorcist, replied with a somewhat sinister aura, her voice so deep that it was impossible to tell whether she was male or female.

"Hello, my name is Santa."

The priest Santa of the Endless Light was much more sunny, with a sincere smile on his face that was as dazzling as the sun. His temperament was completely out of place with the other three, and Morf even felt that he was going to be blinded by that sunny aura.

"I'm sure you've all seen the information, so I won't repeat it."

The sheriff stepped forward and pointed to the empty ground covered with footprints: "This is the crime scene. According to our officers and another victim, the body turned to ash in front of them."

"Before this case, someone else came to us, but..."

The sheriff looked embarrassed. The few shrewd people present did not mock him, probably knowing the speed and attitude of the Rungney Police Department in handling the situation.

When a civilian reports that someone has died in front of them, the police's first reaction is definitely disbelief. In fact, they won't believe it immediately.