The Freman family, like the Jace family, is a long-standing family. The only difference is that they have legends of priesthood.

It seems that when the gods were still asleep and the whole world was filled with His believers, the Freeman family was extremely prosperous, and the position of the high priest closest to the gods would fall into the hands of their people throughout the generations.

No matter whether it is a boy or a girl, as long as the inspiration is high enough and God is willing to look at them even for a moment, they will become the messenger of His will in the world.

The same is true for the Crest family of the same era, but their positions are more like agents walking in the world. Compared with Freeman, the whereabouts of each Crest are elusive enough, and their family has always been very mysterious.

But all this ends with the sleep of God.

Faith gradually began to fade, the number of people with high spirituality decreased, and the spiritual energy became increasingly thin. The Freeman family never produced a member with high spirituality who had the hope of communicating with the gods.

If that were all, it would be fine. It's just the decline of a family.

But some people are unwilling to accept this. They are unwilling to accept the gradual decline of their family and the disappearance of their power.

So their thoughts turned to the sleeping god.

Some extreme people who called themselves "believers" wanted to use priesthood as an introduction. They had different goals from those ambitious families, but they hit it off and reached a cooperation immediately.

Crest, one of the clergy families, was the first to smell something, and he quickly and decisively withdrew, establishing the Eastwood Prison for the Insane in a remote and dangerous place. Due to the peculiarities of his own style and abilities, he was able to survive the sudden outbreak of targeted sniping.

However, the Freeman family was not so lucky.

As the most watched clergy family, the Freemans are watched by the gods, but their members are extremely rare. Even if they have a rich heritage, they are likely to be in danger under targeted sniping.

Xia Zuo turned the pages of the book silently.

——Later, those people gave up hunting down Crest, but in order to eliminate future troubles and fulfill their own ambitions, they continued to hunt down Freeman's descendants until Xia Zuo was born.

Jace said meaningfully: "Don't blame us. We didn't kill your parents. They must have paid a huge price to let you grow up to a teenager without being discovered."

Both the Patrol Tower and the Federation's prophets gradually glimpsed some signs of Xia Zuo's existence after he was twelve years old.

This is not surprising. After all, it is a clerical family with a long history. It is understandable that they have some secret methods that cost a lot.

As time went by, they learned that Freeman had a descendant, and were shocked to find that the last descendant, whom the Freeman family had tried so hard to hide, had regained the ability to communicate with the gods after a thousand years.

——A highly inspired Freeman with the talent of [Priest].

A Freeman who, according to the prophecy of the prophet, has a high chance of awakening the gods.

“Don’t show that expression.” The man in black robe raised his eyebrows: “Think about it, we rescued you from the Federation, didn’t we?”

Xia Zuo didn't say anything.

These people knew why they saved him.

He had a vague feeling that Jace had been trying to guide his emotions, intentionally or unintentionally, since just now. The man in black robes had obviously noticed this, and for some reason, he also joined the team.

In this case, we should not follow their guidance.

His talent is "Priest", too much dark negative emotions will not only affect his judgment, but also affect the effect of his talent to a certain extent. Caesar always reminds him to pay attention to emotional control, this time, under such circumstances, he must not lose control.

He calmed himself down, and just before closing the book, he found a line of words in the corner.

"The Crest family seems to be helping us secretly."

"Otherwise... we would have been wiped out long ago."

“…”

Xia Zuo pursed his lips.

He had already discovered long ago that this book should have been written by his people, but later it fell into the hands of the Federation. Seeing this line of words, Xia Zuo became more determined to protect his best friend.

He is the last descendant of the family, and he will definitely repay the family's kindness double.

Even if he died here today, he would never let anything happen to Caesar.

Just as Xia Zuo closed the book, there was an earthquake. Jace's face changed slightly, and Xia Zuo immediately retreated with Xizel.

Then, a white light suddenly flashed before their eyes, and a bottomless crack appeared where they had just been.

The man in black robe laughed shrilly.

"Xia Zuo Freeman, we have no intention of hurting you. Make a decision and follow us as soon as possible to avoid physical pain!"

The person who had just made the move was suspended in the air with an indifferent expression.

Jace's pupils shrank and his face suddenly darkened.

Another S-class!

Looking at the speed at which he arrived, the strength he had just displayed, and the way he was suspended in the air with ease—

Obviously, he was the gifted elder of the Patrol Tower who was famous for controlling the wind!

Without further hesitation, Jace took a step back and placed his hands on the glowing minerals.

Talent, "Multiple Stacking".

In an instant, all the ores in the originally dim basement suddenly emitted a sufficiently dazzling light, but they had no effect on Jace, and nothing could escape his eyes.

César, who was caught off guard and lost his vision, said: "..."

Well, the three S-level bosses fought for Xia Zuo, they are worthy of being the protagonists of the comics.

Let him guess, the talent of the black-robed man who arrived first can probably deal the most fatal blow to Xia Zuo, and it may be related to how they will use Xia Zuo. And the one who followed came from the main tower of the patrol tower, Yufeng, to ensure that this operation is foolproof.

After all, the gap between A-level and S-level is like a chasm. Apart from the unknown Eastwood Prison for the Insane, even in the patrol tower where all the personnel are gifted, S-level talent holders are an extremely scarce resource.

As for Jace…he might be the only S in the Federation, so he can only rely on being well prepared at home. His only advantage is that, for balance reasons, he doesn’t have to worry about his life for the time being, and he only needs to output—

Is it... a strengthening talent?

Jace's talent was different from his daughter's, and he had kept it a secret enough.

Xizel lost his vision, but Xia Zuo did not.

Even such a dazzling and even extremely eye-damaging light only affected him for a moment, but after that moment, it made him feel more comfortable.

Without saying anything, Xia Zuo took advantage of this time to hide - with three S-levels, he must consider escaping first, rather than going head-to-head with them.

But he obviously underestimated the priority of the three men in dealing with him.

When he realized that he was about to take Xizel away, the man who could borrow the power of wind to a certain extent heard the sound and determined the location, and directly sent out four wind blades, cutting off the boy's limbs in an instant.

This was an S-level talent holder with decades of combat experience, and was simply not someone that Xia Zuo, a teenager who had just been promoted to A-level, could deal with.

He fell heavily to the ground.

The sound of blood gushing out rang in the black-haired boy's ears.

"Xize... run..."

A surging feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed Xia Zuo.

The feeling of not being able to control one's body is so terrifying that it almost makes one dizzy.

His [Healing] was not able to heal a broken limb. The intense pain was enough to break a person's will.

However, the first words he uttered were not wailing, but he wanted his companions who were not targeted to get away.

He saw the black-haired boy lower his eyes and "look" at him after hearing his voice. His misty blue eyes reflected the tragic scene of his flesh and blood flying everywhere, without any emotion in them.

It's just calm, a calm that makes people feel cold all over.

The man in black robe then threw something in Xia Zuo's direction, but it was blocked by Jace before it could be opened.

The black-haired boy's eyelashes moved slightly, as if he had noticed something.

There was an unignorable heat coming from the area of ​​the eye mark on the arm.

Finally, before the guy who could emit wind blades had time to kill Xizel, who seemed dispensable but annoying to him,

The black-haired boy tilted his head and suddenly smiled.

“…Is that so?”

He said with a smile.

In the chaos, something flashed through Xia Zuo's mind, overlapping with the expression of his current good friend.

He saw that the black-haired boy kept that strange smile, and then without any hesitation - pointed a pocket pistol at his temple.

Then--

"Bang."

Before the wind blade arrived.

He closed his eyes.

…

…

The side effect of reloading a save, besides the loss of sanity, might be phantom pain.

Cesar felt the throbbing pain in his temple expressionlessly, calmly entered the basement, and was blinded as usual.

Everything is going on as usual.

He minimized his threat level.

"Xia Zuo," Xizel said calmly when the other party was about to take him away, "Do you know where your value comes from?"

His interruption made Xia Zuo stop what he was doing abruptly. Because of his trust in him, he shook his head in confusion.

The black-haired boy smiled.

"They think you're a medium, Xia Zuo. You can awaken the gods and change the world. You can also give the Federation and the Picket Tower the best hope for realizing their ambitions."

"You possess the highest inspiration among all human beings. The priesthood tendency in your blood is your most coveted thing, and it is also the symbol by which they locate you."

The black-haired boy's voice was very soft, but his smile gradually became stronger.

——Then, what did the black-robed man rely on to target Xia Zuo?

"Stop Jace."

He said suddenly.

Xia Zuo reflexively did what Xizel said and rushed towards Jace. At this moment, the man in black robe threw out his crystal of talent and Jace went to interrupt its unfolding.

Noticing Xia Zuo rushing towards him, Jace's pupils shrank and he cursed him as an idiot. He doubled the gravity around the brown-haired boy for one second, but it was during this second that Xia Zuo was pressed directly to the ground.

"If you are caught in the activation range of that thing, no one can save you!" Seeing that the crystal was not triggered, Jace breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to turn around to get rid of the man in black first.

This person's talent is weird and tricky, it is "Restriction Prison". Every time before it is activated, it takes a very long time to stack the restrictions.

The more stringent the activation conditions are, the stronger the restraining power of the prison will be, and the greater the lethality to the people imprisoned inside.

He was certain that this talent could only be activated once within a certain period of time and was locked to one person. In order to prevent mistakes, the activation restriction set must be a clear and extremely strict rule such as "the most inspired human being in the world" or "the human being closest to God in the world".

In this way, even if it covers two people at the same time, it will only lock onto Xia Zuo Freeman!

However, just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a sudden violent energy fluctuation coming from behind him.

Looking forward, he saw the horrified face of the man in black robe.

A bad premonition arose in his heart, and Jace turned around suddenly, but saw in disbelief that the crystal had been triggered by someone.

——Triggered by that black-haired boy who no one cared about.

The author has something to say:

Césaire Kleist: The most inspired person alive and the one closest to God.

Cesar Kleist: Who said it was Xia Zuo? (calmly folding his hands)