Standing in an unknown dark alley at the city dock, the boy, whose clothes were stained black and red by his own blood, stared at the ships docked on the plank road in amazement, his whole body stunned.
Apparently, he was caught in the wild and therefore didn't know his exact location.
Later, Sarevok's men secretly transported him to an abandoned temple deep underground. Because there was a black bag on his head, it was impossible to know where he had passed along the way.
The only thing he knew was that all the people who were captured with him had a common identity, that is, the descendants of Baal, the god of murder.
Yes!
The people that Sarevok sacrificed were not ordinary people, but his half brothers and sisters.
Some of them were captives bought from other places at high prices, while others knew the identities of the other party and then sent their men to kidnap them.
Because Baal foresaw his own death, he created thousands of descendants in Faerun with faint divinity and divine power, so many that they are simply impossible to count.
The races cover most of the humanoid creatures and 70% of the monster encyclopedia.
Especially in areas where his church and believers are most concentrated, there may be hundreds of Sons of Baal in a city and its surrounding areas.
This density and wide distribution resulted in the fact that after the end of the Troubled Years, although some of Baal's followers killed and sacrificed a large number of God's Children, the remaining numbers were still enough to stir up a bloody storm.
As Cyric fell into complete madness, the divinity and divine power that had been dormant in the Son of Bhaal were activated.
At first, they just started to have all kinds of strange dreams uncontrollably, and then when they woke up, they would gain some spell-like abilities.
For example, Cure Light Wounds, which is often used by priests and druids; Vampiric Touch, which can absorb the vitality of others to restore one's own injuries; or summoning divine energy to temporarily increase one's strength, agility, and constitution attributes.
In short, when these abilities appear, the Son of Bhaal is no longer an ordinary person.
They will want to use these powers to benefit themselves, and at the same time they will have a strong bloodthirsty tendency and urge to kill, and gain an indescribable excitement and pleasure from it.
The more he kills, and the more painful the deaths he inflicts, the more powerful the Son of Bhaal becomes.
When they begin to kill each other, divinity and divine power will begin to boil, and then continue to concentrate in the bodies of those surviving sons of God, eventually completing the leap from quantitative change to qualitative change, igniting the spark of divinity and becoming the new God of Murder.
This is why the wise Alando mentioned in his prophecy that the descendants of the god of murder would cause war, killing and turmoil.
However, the essence of things like divine power and divinity is the power formed by the projection of the spirit and faith of the material world into the outer plane.
So while Baal's ministry of death and killing will have a huge impact on it, it is not static.
This can be seen from the various abilities that the Son of Bhaal gained after awakening.
Among them, warriors like Sarevok and Aberdare, who are muscular and often draw their swords to kill people when they disagree with something, are naturally more inclined to heal, suck blood, and even transform into killers.
The Sons of Bhaal who become mages and warlocks mostly have spells related to killing and death.
In short, divinity is the essence of the Son of God, and various spell-like abilities are manifestations of divine power.
Since everyone's soul, thinking, personality and cognition are different, there are no two Sons of Baal with exactly the same abilities.
The human boy who looks only six or seven years old is the most special one among them. He is also the son of Bhaal who has maxed out the talents of escape and survival.
Because he had no desire to kill, but simply wanted to survive the fight between brothers and sisters, the first ability that was born was ultra-long-distance random magic teleportation.
Whenever in danger, the young Son of Bhaal activates a quick-cast spell to escape from the enemies who are chasing him and want to kill him. This spell can be used once a day.
Faking death and self-healing are the second abilities he acquired after being captured, tortured, abused, and cruelly sacrificed.
As the name suggests, this ability can cause the boy to suffer a fatal injury and fall into a state of complete cardiac arrest, respiratory cessation, and rapid body hypothermia, which is no different from real death in a biological sense.
This state can last for at least a few hours.
When the enemy leaves, he will recover quickly, then replace the dug out organs or severed heads and limbs, and return to his original state within the next few minutes.
Because he was forced to participate as a sacrifice in several sacrificial ceremonies held by Baal's followers or other powerful sons of Baal, he also absorbed a lot of divine power and divinity, so his mental growth is older than his appearance and he is more rebellious.
The previous behavior of giving the middle finger and urinating in the abandoned temple was an external manifestation.
There is no doubt that the boy hated his father, Baal, the god of murder, and he hated even more the fanatical believers who wanted to kill him, as well as his brothers and sisters who were also sons of Baal.
After all, in just less than a few months, he had been randomly teleported at least a dozen times, across most of Faerun, and had been killed more than once by means of beheading, heart digging, and disembowelment.
Even the family that adopted the boy immediately and mercilessly abandoned him after learning that he was the son of Baal.
The sudden and drastic changes made this little guy become a little radical, extreme, dark and cynical.
In order to survive, he became more and more unscrupulous, even indifferent to his life.
"Damn it! It seems I have to change into clean clothes first, and then steal some things to sell for money." The boy narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
Without any hesitation!
He quickly locked onto two guys who were sneaking around like thieves, pulled out a ritual dagger he had taken from the temple, and followed them into a private house.
About three or five minutes later, the young Son of Bhaal, who was almost as tall as a dwarf, walked out holding a bloody dagger.
Not only did he change into a clean set of clothes, but he also had a dry purse in his hand.
There is no doubt that he personally killed the two members of the Shadow Thieves Guild in Baldur's Gate.
Even though this guy can only pretend to be dead in front of Sarevok, he is still essentially a son of Bhaal, and a son of Bhaal who has awakened divine power and divinity.
Coupled with the natural deceptiveness of children, many people are often killed by their sneak attacks without realizing it.
With the money he found on the two thieves, the boy first went to eat something to fill his stomach, and then used the remaining money to buy the finest silk clothes and shoes and socks, dressing himself up like a young master of a wealthy family, and went straight to the only shop selling magic items in Baldur's Gate - the Witch Grocery Store.
Obviously, he was planning to do something big.
Compared to those ordinary goods that are of low value and extremely heavy, magic items are definitely good things that are easy to carry and very easy to cash in.
Even with the small body of a six or seven-year-old boy, he can easily carry a few pieces and run away.
The only problem now is how to fool the shopkeepers here and the numerous magical burglar alarms.
"Welcome! If you need help or advice, you can always come to me."
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, a young female apprentice in a deep blue robe standing in front of the counter greeted me with a smile.
It is not difficult to tell from her friendly attitude and skillful greetings that she has definitely received very professional training.
To be precise, ever since the boss here, Habaser Derin, who was also the highest-level wizard in the area around Baldur's Gate, took over the concessions left by the red-robed wizards in many cities, he began to integrate the resources and markets at hand.
In just a few years, they successfully took advantage of the large number of high-level spellcasters and liches within the organization to form a monopoly in many areas.
No matter whether they are adventurers, mercenaries, or local nobles, wealthy businessmen, and governments, generally speaking, for their own safety and to ensure that they do not buy anything cursed, they will look for the sign of the Witch Grocery Store and choose to shop here.
Because in the witchcraft grocery store, every bottle of potion and every piece of equipment is clearly marked with a price, and all the uses and precautions are clearly stated, and there will never be deliberate concealment of dangers.
And we promise that if any quality problems occur, we will give the buyer at least double compensation.
This is obviously a blessing for those who don't know much about magic but want to enjoy the benefits and conveniences it brings.
What's more, magic items are so expensive that even for many wealthy people they are absolute luxury goods, and one must consider carefully before making a choice.
At this time, the advantages of credibility, guarantee and after-sales service are reflected.
It's like buying generally cheaper daily necessities. Most people don't care about the brand and sales platform.
However, when buying products that cost tens, hundreds, or even millions of dollars, people will choose sales platforms that offer better brands and after-sales guarantees, even if it means spending a little more money.
Habaser Delin grasped the psychology of consumers who purchased magic items and created the first chain magic store covering a huge area in the entire continent of Faerun.
He holds the market tightly with one hand and controls the channels with the other.
Other arcane spellcasters who want to make money by making and selling magic items often need to join and accept a commission of about ten to fifteen percent in order to sell their items quickly, or buy rare materials, high-level scrolls and magic items here.
Under this powerful combination of strong forces, capital operations, and huge magical resources, the traditional "small workshops" based on individuals or wizard towers cannot compete with it at all.
Either they are quickly squeezed to the point where they can no longer sustain themselves and have to close down, or they have no choice but to join in and become both suppliers and consumers.
Except for cities like Waterdeep and Silvermoon, which have many high-level mages working together, other areas have fallen one after another.
Especially in the vicinity of Baldur's Gate, where there is no unified political power at all, and the Kingdom of Tethyr, which has been caught in a long-term civil war, the magic resources are basically either directly controlled by the liches of the Arcane Mystics or controlled by their affiliated forces.
However, this boy from the east of Faerun obviously had no idea how terrifying the background of the Witch Grocery Store was.
They didn't even know that the famous Red Robe Mage of Sel was taken away by a nine-ring [Iceberg Impact] just because he opened a concession in Baldur's Gate to grab business, and not even a single person escaped.
Afterwards, the body was hung in the most conspicuous place for public display.
Otherwise he would never have the idea of stealing here.
Since everything in the Witch Grocery Store was clearly priced, the boy quickly targeted the most expensive items in the store.
Especially the [Advanced Sonic Boom Horn] priced at 70,000 gold coins hanging on the shelf, which made his heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid.
If he could steal this thing, even if he sold it at half the price in the next city, it would be enough for him to find a village where no one knew him and live out the rest of his life.
As the saying goes, wealth and honor are achieved through risk!
In order to stay away from the fighting among the Sons of Bhaal and survive, the boy took a deep breath and said to the female apprentice guarding the counter at the door: "I want to buy this!"
moment!
All the customers on the first floor subconsciously raised their heads and stared at the little guy with shocked and unbelievable eyes. They simply couldn't believe that a child of six or seven years old could come up with a huge sum of 70,000 gold coins.
The female apprentice obviously didn't believe it either. She immediately came over and asked in a skeptical tone, "Are you sure? This powerful magic item is worth 70,000 gold coins! Do you know how big a pile of 70,000 gold coins would be if put together?"
"Of course I know! Stop talking nonsense! Help me take it off the shelf." The boy pretended to be impatient and urged.
The reason why he didn't just take it and run away was mainly because he was afraid that there would be a deadly magic trap on it.
Be aware that many stores that sell expensive items will install anti-theft systems on some of their most valuable items.
Some are just simple alarms, but others will spray acid, fire, lightning at thieves, or directly open a door to another dimension and throw people into a demiplane and lock them up.
For example, some of the armor in Waterdeep’s famous armorer, Hilmer, has been blessed with animation spells.
When a rogue enters, the armor comes alive and attacks.
“Well, I hope you did bring enough money to pay the bill.
You have to know that causing trouble here will cost you a heavy price.
We may not argue with you as a child, but your parents will suffer huge losses because of this."
After saying these warning words, the female apprentice reached out and took the [Advanced Sonic Boom Horn] off the shelf and handed it to the boy.
Before she could ask for payment, the boy suddenly snatched the golden horn, hit the female apprentice's soft belly hard, turned around and rushed to the door.
"God of Guardian Heim! Is my vision blurry or is this an illusion? How dare someone in Baldur's Gate rob the Witch Grocery Store?"
"Hahahaha! This is going to be fun!"
"I bet that boy must be from out of town and has no idea what robbery means here."
"Yeah! I hope he doesn't pee his pants when he gets caught!"
For a moment, the customers who were originally selecting their favorite magic items all put on an attitude of watching a good show.
"Damn you little bastard! I knew it!"
The knocked-down female apprentice quickly got up from the ground, glared fiercely at the figure that was about to rush to the door, and immediately used her authority to block the exit.
The next second...
Bang! As expected, the boy hit an invisible force field wall.
Because he rushed too hard, he was knocked over and dizzy by the huge reaction force.
Just as he was about to activate the random teleportation ability that occurs once a day to escape, he suddenly saw an old man in a purple robe appear out of nowhere in the hall and asked in a majestic voice: "What's going on? Why did you activate the protective spell to close the entrance?"
"Master Habaser! It's that damn bastard! He wanted to steal the [Advanced Sonic Boom Horn] worth 70,000 gold coins!" The female apprentice hurriedly explained the reason.
"Huh? What!"
Habaser was stunned for a moment, then he turned his gaze to the boy who was struggling to get up from the ground, with a terrifying light flashing in his pupils.
Although his appearance looked the same as before, he was actually in the form of an undead lich, and therefore exuded a disturbing aura of fear.
As the son of Baal, the boy obviously also felt the negative energy symbolizing death in the lich's body. He immediately became extremely nervous and alert, and activated the ability of instant teleportation without saying a word.
moment!
A dazzling white light gushed out from his body, and then the whole person disappeared.
This scene not only stunned the female apprentice and the onlookers, but even Habaser himself was a little confused.
After all, not just any wizard can perform teleportation magic.
Needless to say, the five-ring long-distance teleportation technique requires at least a LV9 mage or warlock to learn it.
The fourth-ring short-distance portal also requires a LV7 mage and warlock.
Generally speaking, even for a rare genius, to reach this level, one would have to be between 25 and 30 years old.
As for ordinary mages, they may not be able to cross the LV5 threshold even if they work hard all their lives.
But what about now?
A boy who looked only six or seven years old actually cast a four-ring or even a five-ring teleportation magic in public without chanting even one syllable of the spell, nor making any casting movements.
It's incredible! At this moment, Habaser even forgot about the [Advanced Sonic Horn] worth 70,000 gold coins that was stolen, and became very interested in the boy himself.
He quickly cast several prophecy spells, and by locating objects and people, he quickly confirmed the boy's current location.
Immediately afterwards, he performed a perfect teleportation, instantly crossing the long distance in space and appearing directly near the rugged mountains, just blocking the boy's way.
The latter was obviously experiencing the first time of being caught right after a random teleportation, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.
But the problem is that the teleportation ability has been used once today and cannot be used a second time within 24 hours.
So he had no choice but to throw the [Advanced Sonic Boom Horn] at the Lich and turn around and run away.
Habaser casually cast a magician's hand to catch the horn, then stroked his chin and muttered with interest: "I didn't cast any other spells, nor did I teleport again...
If nothing unexpected happens, it should just be an innate spell-like ability.
Interesting! Let me see if you are the descendant of some powerful magical creature, or have the blood of an alien creature, or have received some kind of blessing. "
As the last word came out of his mouth, the lich quickly cast a flying spell on himself, soared into the air and chased after him.
In mid-air, he took out an activated rope from the dimensional bag he carried with him and threw it down from a high altitude.
After discovering this, the boy immediately pulled out a dagger and tried to cut the rope.
But unfortunately, he was too weak to cut the tough rope easily, and was soon tied up tightly.
"Alas - I have been so unlucky lately!"
After realizing that he was in trouble, the boy quickly gave up resisting and chose to lie down.
Anyway, he has the ability to fake his death and heal himself. The worst that can happen is that he will die once and then continue to run away after the other party leaves.
But to the boy's surprise, Habaser did not release magical fire, lightning or frost. Instead, he landed and asked with a slightly curious tone: "What's your name? Where are you from?"
“Is there any point in asking these questions now?”
The boy rolled his eyes in annoyance, showing the rebellious side of his character.
"Of course it makes sense. I really want to know your background and why you can teleport instantly. And if you answer all the questions honestly, I will not pursue the matter of you robbing the store."
Habaser calmly put forward the conditions.
"real?"
The boy's eyes lit up slightly.
Habaser smiled and nodded: "Of course it's true, I always keep my words.
But the premise is that you cannot lie, let alone deliberately conceal certain key information.
Otherwise the promise will be deemed invalid.
I will also use magic to confirm it."
Hearing this, the expression on the boy's face suddenly became uncertain, as if he was hesitating and struggling.
After about a minute or two, he raised his head again and slowly uttered two words: "Okay!"
"Very good, then we have reached an agreement. Now answer my previous question."
Habaser sat down on a nearby rock and assumed a listening posture.
The boy organized his words a little, and then said: "My name is Sancho, and I originally lived in Nice, Cesc.
As for the last name, I'm not sure myself.
As far as I can remember, I have been an orphan and I don't know who my parents are.
Until one day, a group of guys claiming to be followers of Baal came to the door.
If you're wondering why I can cast teleport spells instantly, it actually comes from a cursed bloodline.
Because my father is Baal, the famous god of murder, and I am a son of Baal.
"You are the son of Baal? I see!"
As a core member of the organization, Habaser certainly couldn't be unaware of the inside story.
After all, Chief Zuo Si has recently been focusing on these sons of God and the wars and killings they have caused on the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
There are also many records about beliefs and gods in the organization.
Therefore, the lich was very clear about the teleportation ability of the boy in front of him, and its core was an external manifestation of divine power.
Based on the intelligence collected so far, it can now be confirmed that the awakened Sons of Bhaal have at least one or two hundred spell-like abilities.
From attaching the power of death to weapons for physical attacks, to various divine arts, arcane arts, and psionic powers, the scope of coverage is simply incredible.
Although most of them are relatively low-level spells, they are enough to prove that divine power can simulate any known type of magic.
"I've answered the questions, can you let me go now?" the boy who called himself Sancho asked cautiously.
Habaser answered without hesitation: "Ah! Of course no problem. But before I release you, I want to give you another choice."
"What choice?"
There was a wary gleam in Sancho's eyes.
"I believe you must be tired of this kind of life of wandering and fleeing, without any sense of security at all, right?
The additional option I give you is to follow me to meet someone who can change your destiny.
He also happens to be very interested in sons of Bhaal like you.
And I noticed that you are actually very smart and have great potential. You should know that escaping like this is not a solution.
One day, the other sons of Bhaal will find you, kill you, and take away the power of Bhaal, the god of murder, within you.
But this person can help you."
It goes without saying that Habaser wanted to introduce this very special boy to Zuo Si.
"Could this him you are talking about be a son of Baal like me?"
Sancho obviously did not trust the lich in front of him.
To be exact, ever since he was abandoned by his adoptive family, he no longer trusted anyone and was full of suspicion towards everything around him.
Habaser smiled and shook his head: “No, of course not.
If Lord Soth wants to kill you, or take away the power in your body.
With your current abilities, you won't have the slightest chance of resistance.
Come on, stand up and take my arm, and I will take you to him now."
With that, the lich released the animated ropes.
Sancho was obviously skeptical, but he still grabbed the other person's wide sleeve obediently.
After experiencing many conspiracies, betrayals, and bloody sacrifices, he knew one thing: never attempt to challenge someone who is countless times stronger than yourself.
Otherwise, you will pay a very painful price for it.
Along with the sound of chanting the spell, the boy only felt a dazzling white light appear in front of his eyes, followed by a dizzying sensation.
Just a second later, he appeared out of nowhere in a room with several huge portals.
One of the portals was clearly kept open, and one could clearly see the bustling city and streets on the other side, as well as the huge elliptical aircraft that occasionally flew across the sky, and all kinds of strange flying creatures.
Even including the terrifying evil chromatic dragon.
However, instead of launching an attack, these dragons could be seen riding on the dragons' backs with knights and spellcasters holding strange weapons.
There is no doubt that this portal connects to the floating city of Plantia.
The oval-shaped aircraft the boy saw was exactly the airship that had been put into mass production and large-scale use.
Those flying creatures and dragons are the products of magical creatures and genetic engineering.
As more and more scientific research departments have achieved breakthroughs in both technology and theory, the floating city is developing at an unimaginable speed, with something interesting coming out almost every two or three months.
The magnificent scenery that blended modern technology with magic shocked Sancho, a native of the medieval continent of Faerun, so much that he was unable to recover for a long time.
"Hey! Stop looking! Hurry up and follow me! If you can get the approval and acceptance of Lord Soth, it will be no problem for you to live there."
Habaser gently tugged on the boy's collar.
Sancho finally woke up from his dream and couldn't help asking: "What is the other side of the portal? Is it located in another continent? Why have I never heard of it?"
"No, it's not another continent, not even in Toril, but another plane and world."
Habaser then explained, then quickened his pace and walked through the corridor to the room exclusively for the tower master on the upper floor.
When the two came in, Zuo Si had obviously been notified in advance. He put away the scroll of Netheril he had just been reading, sat on the sofa and gently stroked the Chaos Hound Kozef, which had turned into a puppy, giving people a very relaxed feeling.
"Sir, I have brought the person to you."
Habaser placed one hand on his chest and bowed.
He was obviously full of respect for the young leader.
After all, the organization's increasing amount of richer and more advanced magic information was basically obtained by the other party from somewhere unknown and was open to all core members.
As long as you accumulate enough contribution points, you can exchange them for the knowledge you want at will.
"Well done. Now go do your work. I'll take care of the Son of Bhaal."
Zuo Si gave the lich an approving look.
The latter understood what he meant, patted the boy's shoulder gently, then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After Habaser was completely gone, Zuo Si asked, "Would you like something to drink? Hot cocoa? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Or a can of Happy Fat House Water?"
"Happy Fat House Water?"
Sancho blinked in confusion, obviously having never heard of such a drink.
"Hehe, believe me, you will like it."
Zuo Si stood up with a smile, took out a red can from a cabinet that exuded a cold air, opened it and handed it to the boy.
The cold feeling instantly alerted Sancho, and he put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, staring at the black liquid that kept bubbling and making noises and asked: "Are you sure this thing is not poisonous and can be drunk?"
"Don't worry, I've been drinking for more than 20 years, and I'm still alive and well, right?"
As he spoke, Zuo Si also opened a can, tilted his head back and gulped down two mouthfuls.
Perhaps because he saw that the other party had also drunk it, Sancho finally mustered up the courage to pour some into his mouth. An unprecedented strange taste quickly filled his taste buds.
Especially the stimulation brought by the bubbles exploding in his mouth and the cool feeling made him suddenly become extremely excited.
With such a strong sense of freshness, the boy quickly drank the whole can and burped loudly.
“How does it taste?”
Zuo Si asked casually.
"Hmm - it tastes weird, but surprisingly good. What kind of drink is this? Why have I never seen it in a tavern?"
Sancho licked his lips with satisfaction and put the empty aluminum can back on the table.
"A carbonated drink. You haven't seen it because it comes from another world."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and gave the answer frankly.
Because he came from another world and possessed the ability to travel through time and space, it was no longer a secret in the west coast of Faerun, and there was no need to hide it.
Since he had seen the portal leading to the floating city, Sancho was not surprised by this answer.
After drinking a can of iced Happy Fat House Water, he was obviously calmer. He finally mustered up the courage to ask, "I heard from that wizard just now that you are very interested in the Son of Baal?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I am very interested. Especially a son of Baal like you who has successfully gotten rid of his bloodlust and desire for killing."
"I don't understand you."
A puzzled expression appeared on Sancho's young face.
"Think carefully about what the brothers and sisters you have met so far have in common." Zuo Si raised his hand and tapped his temple gently as a reminder.
The boy lowered his head and pondered for a moment before answering in an uncertain tone: "They...are all cold-blooded, cruel and bloodthirsty?"
"That's right! Influenced by your father, the God of Murder, all sons of Baal will inevitably develop the urge to bloodlust and murder.
And they can get pleasure from it and develop a strong addiction.
But you didn't.
If you don't mind, could you tell me how you did it?"
As he said this, Zuo Si leaned forward slightly, his eyes flashing with a deep blue light.
There is no doubt that blue mana is flowing in his body at this moment, continuously reading the other party's memory and thoughts.
“I don’t really know.
At the beginning, when I saw blood and death for the first time, I became very excited.
But soon this excitement disappeared, replaced by indifference and numbness.
Generally speaking, I would not kill easily unless I was forced to do so by necessity or was forced into a corner.
Killing is as natural to me as breathing, but I don't enjoy it."
Sancho used not very accurate words to roughly describe the changes that had taken place in himself.
But Zuo Si was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and continued to ask: "What about death? Did you have any special feelings when you fell into suspended animation and woke up again?"
"How... do you know all this?!"
The boy's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of horror.
You have to know that this is his biggest secret, and also the trump card that allows him to survive until now.
Now that he was suddenly exposed by an outsider, he would inevitably fall into deep fear.
Zuo Si noticed this and immediately comforted him softly, "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you, I just want to find out what happened to you.
Of all the Sons of Bhaal, only one, I know of, has ever managed to stave off the onslaught of Bhaal's divinity.
His name was Balthazar, and he was a powerful monk.
And you are the second one discovered so far.
You are special, more special than you think.
Did you know that successfully resisting the invasion of Baal's divinity on your will means that the divinity in your body has undergone a subversive change?
It ceased to be part of the power of the murderous god and became something that belonged to you.
You have the potential to break free from your father's influence, inherit the Blood Throne, and become a brand new god.
Instead of just becoming the nourishment for Baal's resurrection like his other brothers and sisters.
If you wish, I can be your mentor and teach you how to develop and use this power.
Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to become a god.
I can teach you magic knowledge and make you an excellent wizard."
Gulp!
When Sancho heard this, he swallowed nervously and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
He simply couldn't believe that he, who only wanted to avoid pursuit and survive, actually had the potential to become a god.
What is God? For most children aged six or seven, it may not even be possible to understand, let alone believe in a God.
But Sancho, who had been sacrificed several times, knew very well that God meant a powerful force beyond mortals and could have a decisive influence on the spirit and will of mortals.
Even though Baal, the God of Murder, has been dead for many years, his fanatical followers are still trying to find ways to resurrect him.
And the simplest method, naturally, is to keep killing the Sons of Baal, so that divinity and divine power will continue to gather on the last individual.
Until the critical point is broken and the King of Killing finally returns from the star realm.
The reason why Baal's followers suddenly became so crazy actually has a lot to do with Bane, the god of tyranny.
It was the resurrection of this dark king that gave them great encouragement.
"Why are you helping me?"
After a long silence, Sancho mustered up the courage to ask again.
Zuo Si raised the corner of his mouth meaningfully and said, "Because I want to understand the changes that happened to you, as well as the specific process of a mortal becoming a god.
This is a very interesting research topic, and you are a very rare research sample.
Plus, if you end up being the new God of Murder, I get a new god as an ally.
Even if I fail, I can still get a smart apprentice.
Why not?
"Then will you protect me?"
Sancho obviously realized that this choice might affect his own destiny, so his heart began to beat wildly.
After all, he is just a child of six or seven years old.
No matter how much you experience, your mind is still far from being fully mature.
Zuo Si answered directly: "Yes!
But it is limited to within half a year.
You must study hard and become stronger in half a year, and then bravely face the challenge of fate.
Remember, a son of Bhaal has no choice before completely abandoning his divinity and power.
Either eat other brothers and sisters, or be eaten by other brothers and sisters.
Tell me, do you want to be a predator or do you want to be someone else's food?"
"I don't want to be someone else's food! I want to be a predator!"
Sancho made his choice immediately without any hesitation.
"Very good! From now on, I will be your mentor. As time is tight, let's skip those meaningless nonsense and get straight to the point."
Bang! With a muffled sound, Zuo Si threw a thick stack of books that apprentices must master on the table.
"I'll give you two weeks to finish reading all the contents of these books.
Generally speaking, it takes an ordinary mage apprentice at least several months to one or two years to master this knowledge.
But you are different!
You are the son of God, and you possess awakened divinity and divine power within you, so your learning speed should be several times, dozens of times, or even dozens of times faster than that of ordinary people.
If there is anything you don't understand or don't know, you can ask the consciousness of the tower and it will give you a detailed answer.
I have prepared a room for you on the third floor of the tower, and you can start studying now."
"clear!"
Sancho picked up the books with some difficulty and turned to leave.
After watching him walk away completely, Atona, who had been hiding in the corner for a long time, finally came out and asked with a slightly curious tone: "Master, what is the real reason why you accepted him as your disciple?"
“In order to understand the changes in the characteristics of divine power.
Didn't you notice?
Something very interesting happened to this boy.
I'm not sure if it happened naturally or if some god did something about it.
Instead of letting him run around outside, it is better to keep him under your nose and observe him carefully.
I have a task for you, keep an eye on Sancho's every move, but don't attract his attention..."
Zuo Si reached out and stroked the succubus loli's little head and gave instructions.
(End of this chapter)
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