The walls of the room were covered with armor and weapons of all different styles, designs and materials, suggesting that the owner of the secret room was a collector with a passion for weapons.
The dark, unlit room seemed like nothing more than an inconspicuous storage room.
But within this very room lies an unusual, easily overlooked side.
If you look closely down, you'll find that what lies casually scattered on the ground beneath the armor and weapons are not worthless junk.
There were no vulgar and common treasures like gold and silver coins in the room; instead, all that was carelessly discarded on the ground were rare and unusual items.
The enormous fangs of an unknown animal, the tattered book with a sword mark, the magnificent blood-stained red robe... each item seems to have a unique story behind it, drawing one's gaze involuntarily.
In contrast to these, the most inconspicuous were dozens of enormous pearls.
Those pearls, each the size of a fist and shimmering with brilliant light, were actually tributes personally presented by several kings and their descendants from the southern kingdom.
Moreover, even disregarding these historical values, pearls themselves possess an extremely special power, and legend has it that they can bestow mysterious power upon those who possess them.
Each of these treasures, once it falls into the outside world, can stir up turmoil in a city or even a kingdom.
But now, they can only be piled up haphazardly as decorations, like unimportant junk, their only value being to serve as green leaves for the red flowers.
Never, ever will change.
In this unchanging, secluded room, it seems that nothing can change their status.
Click, click... crunch.
Slow footsteps sounded, an unusual noise that shattered the quiet and tranquility of the secret room.
The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and this place was no longer isolated from the world; time seemed to begin to flow again.
When outside light shone into the secret chamber, all the pearls shone with a brilliant light, even more dazzling than before.
A slightly hunched figure stepped into the luxurious space without stopping.
But from beginning to end, he never looked down at the pearls on the ground, nor did he pause for a moment because of their brilliance.
He calmly trod across the treasures on the ground, and the kind-faced old man walked toward the deepest part of the room.
Until they reached the deepest part of the secret room, they respectfully bowed to the empty wall.
"There are new results regarding the matter you asked me to pay attention to and investigate."
Even when faced with an unchanging wall, the old man's attitude remained unchanged; he remained humble.
"In this deal with the Church of Destiny, they finally relented and confirmed the truth of that matter."
"At the same time, as you requested, at least three Archbishops of Fate shall swear an oath to the gods to ensure that there are no lies in their mouths."
Recalling the scene, the old man's expression distorted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, though the deepest confusion and fear remained etched in his eyes.
"...With their reconstructive evidence, we can now conclude that the events of ten years ago were indeed as you judged."
The conversation paused there. The old man seemed to be waiting for the adult's reaction, so he listened intently, but heard no response.
His hands trembled slightly, but the old man's expression remained unchanged. He took a deep breath and continued:
"There is a mortal who overestimates his abilities and is trying to become a god."
Investiture of the Gods.
Moreover, it was a mortal who was made a god!
An extremely sensitive and taboo word.
Originally, it wasn't unacceptable for mortals to be deified, but it was extremely difficult.
Every new deity needs to be recognized by other deities, or is simply promoted by the chief deity of the pantheon.
Very few ordinary people who live alone can successfully become gods, and the process is fraught with difficulties.
No god would willingly allow others to encroach upon their territory.
If this is the case in times of peace, it's even more so in this era of constant warfare and divine conflict.
After the silent fall of several deities, the battle situation began to become unpredictable, and no deity could remain unscathed.
The relationship between the gods has reached a critical point!
Even former allies are now merely maintaining a facade of harmony, just short of tearing off the last veneer.
Now... let alone mortals becoming gods, any rash move by the Church of Gods will be subject to the most cautious observation.
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Just as the old man finished thinking and was about to continue speaking, a light suddenly came on in the room.
A dazzling golden light shone from the wall in front of us.
Buzz—
An indescribable buzzing sound appeared in his ears, and bright red blood began to flow from the old man's mouth and nose, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
But he felt a sense of relief, because he had finally heard the voice of the gods!
She said:
【continue.】
Very good!
The Lord has finally answered me!
She hasn't abandoned her followers!
"Cough cough cough, praise our Lord!"
He coughed forcefully twice, without wiping the blood from his mouth and nose, and became agitated, continuing his story:
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