Chapter 312 The Eighth World

"Lomi, I'm counting on you today too."

The girl before me had enviable pure golden hair and clear emerald green eyes. At only sixteen years old, she already possessed a stunningly beautiful face.

She winked at Fang Ke, playfully calling her by her nickname, her coquettishness perfectly natural. Seeing Fang Ke smile and nod, she happily lifted her skirt and slipped out the back door.

Xiao Qi said unhappily, "Master, haven't you become a little too good-natured?"

Fang Ke remained silent, but changed into cleaning clothes, put his hair up, and then carried a wooden bucket to the sacred pool to fetch water.

Along the way, they encountered priests and priests from the temple, who walked past them with indifferent heads held high, not even giving a black-haired cleaning nun a second glance.

Only then could one vaguely hear their conversation.

"The bishop will be visiting the temple tomorrow, accompanied by the kingdom's second prince, the future crown prince. Make sure to check all the temple affairs carefully and give instructions to the Silver Armor Knights. Under no circumstances should any mistakes be made."

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, I have already given the orders. I just don't know what Your Excellency's purpose is in this trip? I've heard it's to select a new saintess for the kingdom and a queen for the crown prince..."

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

"yes……"

She was then able to enter the main hall where the statues were enshrined in an orderly fashion. The monk guarding the gate asked her for her identity token, which she gave him, and the monk then let her pass.

Then, as before, he could carefully wipe the base, ornaments, and the statue itself of each deity one by one.

The statues in this hall are all carved from white jade. With each wipe, the statues become even more crystal clear, as if bathed in holy light.

The hall houses thirteen statues of deities, each exquisitely crafted and unique in its own way.

At the very center seated is the supreme God, whose image is astonishingly lifelike, with even the folds of his robes as vivid and soft as brocade.

Although the statue is only a simple outline and has no facial features, it looks even more mysterious.

From certain angles, this god seems to radiate divinity, gazing compassionately upon humanity.

“Master, you spend all day cleaning Olivia’s temple every day, and you have no time to learn about the world... What’s wrong with you? You used to be someone who could tolerate such a demanding attitude.”

Having been in this world for more than three months, Fang Ke began to participate in cleaning and sweeping every day, starting from the first day when he accepted his identity, the second day when he learned about the basic situation of the temple, and the third day when he went to search through the temple's library. He has never left the temple for any of his daily needs.

Her roommate Olivia initially swapped shifts with her, but after Fang Ke helped her with cleaning once or twice without complaint, she often dumped the work on Fang Ke and would sneak out of the temple to disguise herself and go to the town market, where she would play for the whole day.

Xiao Qi had been putting up with her for a long time, and today she finally let out a thorough rant. Looking at Fang Ke's calm and expressionless face, she suddenly had a terrifying thought.

"...Master, are you still alive? Has your consciousness been swallowed up by the world's consciousness?"

Fang Ke: "..."

Fang Ke did not reply, but instead finished sweeping as usual and knelt down in devout worship in front of the statue of the creator god.

Her hands were clasped together, and her jade-like face was breathtakingly beautiful and radiant in the sunset.

If someone were to pass by here, they would think that the nun on the ground, like all the statues in the hall, is a perfect work of art.

The young nun prayed devoutly every day, “God, I am Philomena, your most faithful believer. I pray for your descent and mercy.”

This is Fang Ke's ninety-ninth day of prayer. She is truly devout, her heart is as calm as still water, without any distracting thoughts, and her mind is filled with only the one thing: being a believer in God.

Each prayer lasts at least an hour. She sits there quietly, as if sitting in a crack in time and space, able to connect with God and become eternal.

"Look at her, putting on a show again. Who is she praying for every day? Does she really think she can connect with God? Even a bishop can't do that..."

Shh! Do you want to die?

"Don't you know she's not mentally sound? All she does all day is clean and sweep, she never says a word."

"Indeed, they look so pitiful. Let's go, the high priest has told us all to head to the hall."

"Everyone...that Philomena, she..."

"Why bother with her? Nobody's paying attention to her. Let's go..."

Inside the hall, as the last ray of sunlight fell, he slowly opened his eyes. All the statues in the hall remained the same, and the god still sat calmly and high above.

Fang Ke showed no impatience or disappointment on her face. However, when she stood up by lifting her skirt, her legs, which had been kneeling for too long, were numb and she almost fell to the ground.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the hall, straightening Fang Ke's tilted body. Fang Ke could feel the wind passing through his waist, like a hand, invisible yet powerful.

After she stopped, she looked up at the faceless statue, her eyes filled with reverence and astonishment. She took this as a gift from God and, for the first time, boldly gazed at the statue for a long time. Then, blushing with happiness, she said, "Thank you, God."

Stepping out of the main hall, Xiao Qi was the first to break down, crying out, "Master, please wake up!"

Who exactly is this shy, innocent girl who is wholeheartedly devoted to God?

Fang Ke's eyes gradually calmed down, and his expression turned indifferent. Only after arriving at his own courtyard did he use a prop, similar to a spatial blockade, which could completely isolate the real world.

Her range of movement is only about the size of a three-meter cube, but that's enough for her to move around in.

Fang Ke said bluntly, "Three months ago, I checked all the books in the library related to God, and all the ways that were recorded in history to connect with God were through prayer."

"Holy women and children are chosen by God through prayer. Bishops ask God for strength through prayer. Witch doctors ask God to quell the plague through prayer."

"The only way to connect with God in this world is through prayer. Do you still think I'm doing something useless every day?"

Xiao Qi was shocked: "...Master, you are so calm and collected."

Fang Ke said calmly, "This is the same as my daily training in the second world. Praying and practicing shooting are no different."

She smiled as she spoke, "However, I've reached my limit. I originally planned to implement the second plan if there was still no effect after 100 days."

"Master, please tell me quickly, what other ideas do you have?"

"If believers can't see Xie Xiu no matter what they do, then the only option is to destroy all the temples and faiths in the world so that he has no choice but to show himself."

Xiao Qi clearly felt that Plan B was more exciting. "Master, I thought that with your personality, you would choose the second option directly."

"Isn't it foolish to make a move without knowing the opponent's strength? We don't even know how strong Xie Xiu is in this world. If he's set up as a god who can crush ordinary people with a flick of his finger, who am I supposed to complain to?"

"Um...that's true."

This world is clearly inhabited by believers of God, so Xie Xiu, as a god, must be incredibly powerful.

Fang Ke said, "Therefore, winning hearts and minds is the best strategy."

Xiao Qi worried, "Master... just don't get yourself into trouble again."

Fang Ke scoffed, "It's not even close to being settled yet. Let's talk about it when we meet the person."

Xiao Qi later understood why Fang Ke didn't communicate with her outside, especially in the temple of the statue.

Fang Ke was being far too cautious. She felt that since God could hear her prayers, He must know all her thoughts and intentions.

Therefore, they decided that any communication they wanted to have could only take place within a confined space. Only by stepping outside their dwellings could they achieve a state of "selflessness" in their minds.

Xiaoqi felt that Fang Ke had made too great a sacrifice, as it was a training mode of an ascetic monk. However, after clearing the dungeon, they discovered that Fang Ke's mental strength had increased dramatically due to this training.

So, it really is true that fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

Fang Ke recalled the unusual events of today. Others might have been terrified or overjoyed, but for her, it was truly, "Damn, it finally moved."

It's been almost 100 days, and Xie Xiu hasn't given any response since, so she was ready to give up.

She squinted and said, "Now it seems that at least God heard my prayers."

Xiaoqi said, "Master, do you mean the invisible force that caught you when you were about to fall? I thought it was you who did it."

Xiao Qi smiled with satisfaction, "Master, so this was also your plan."

Fang Ke crossed his arms and smiled in a way that was hard to decipher, "Didn't I tell you not to play tricks in front of the idol? My legs were really numb."

"ah?"