"I hope that when you leave the material world and sublimate yourself to become a god, you can choose the power of death as your fundamental power."
This is the price of this gift.
"Sorry, but why?"
Jenkins thinks that he now barely belongs to the [Lord of Flowers] camp, which is the camp of life, which is the opposite of death.
"It's very simple, because you are suitable for death. I have sent you an invitation in the past, but you rejected it. Now it seems that your rejection is very reasonable. I should give more chips. You deserve it."
Hearing this, Jenkins frowned. When he first came to this world to understand the gods a long time ago, he thought that the righteous gods and the false gods were fighting on their own, and they had no connection with each other. There was no so-called "god system" he knew .
But since he knew that righteous gods can clone themselves, and that followers of false gods may receive preferential treatment from certain righteous god sects, he realized that gods also exist in this world. It's just that the sense of existence is weak, and for some reason it is not known to the public.
However, if you sort out the gods whose responsibilities overlap, you will find that if the believers of the two are not in a completely hostile relationship, then it is very likely to be a friendly relationship, and there is no possibility of a cold relationship. For example, the Church of the Sage has a good relationship with the believers of the holders of [Music], [History], and [Civilization], which proves the existence of the gods and the existence of camps between gods.
"Sorry, Great One, I don't think I can accept this gift."
He took another step back, farther away from Mr. Augustus and the golden balance representing the priesthood:
"I am a descendant of elves, a descendant of World Tree priests, I don't think I am suitable for the power of death."
This is to show his background, implying that the master [Lord of Flowers] will definitely not allow him to do this.
He knew what he was giving up. It was something that all the beings in this world dreamed of or even dared not even dream about. It was something that the gods could personally take action, but he knew that there were some things that could not be taken.
"If you are worried that someone will stop you from doing this, there is no need. This is a city other than all fate nodes, and no one will watch here."
That's why Mr. Augustus showed up before Jenkins left Belduran and arrived in Nolan.
"Sorry, though it makes me sound a little... arrogant, but I don't think I'm fit to die."
He refused again, without hesitation at all, just hoping that the other party would not become angry from embarrassment.
"Although I already guessed it, it's really a pity~"
The voice under the hood of Mr. Augustus sighed:
"But even if you refuse this gift, you are destined to be inseparable from death. Haven't you noticed? You now have the power of death that ordinary people cannot have, and death is everywhere you go. Refuse me But you can’t refuse fate, one day you will understand, god of lies, in this world, only fate can’t refuse, death is your essence~”
The golden balance representing [Clerical Occupation: Judge of Death] disappeared out of thin air, and at the position of the Broken God Statue, a white light door returning to the real world has also appeared.
Mr. Augustus in the hood continued:
"You are a mixture of the living and the dead. You can't deny life, and you can't deny death. It's all destined. I won't bother you again, but I look forward to meeting you one day. By the way, , you'd better not step into the manor that seals the old disaster, but if you need my help, just call on my god name."
"What manor? Isn't the vampire already..."
There was no time to think about it, and the darkness flooded the place for a moment, but soon the campfire illuminated the surroundings again. The feeling of being watched disappeared, and Jenkins took two steps tentatively thinking about the light door, and then saw Mr. Augustus take off his hood:
"That gift will appear when you return to the real world, you can leave now, sorry to bother you so late."
His memory still seems to be stuck before the conversation just now.
Jenkins nodded with a complex expression, but he didn't want to tell him what happened just now, which would only annoy Mr. Augustus. So he nodded, looked back at the ancient battlefield in the dark, and walked into the light door with the cat. After the strange feeling of falling disappeared, he finally returned to his own room.
Reaching into the pocket of the pajamas, he took out a half-remained statue, which looked very similar to the one in the strange land just now. This is of course a gift, as always.
"This is a gift, imagining the target's face and speaking the target's real name to this statue, any life with a soul that does not have divinity will fall into the kingdom of death. Or insert this into the heart, and you can get a Related abilities. But no matter what kind of effect it is, this gift can only be used once, I think you will like it."
Mr. Augustus also came here from a strange place, but he just explained something, then waved goodbye to Jenkins with a smile, and then left through A-12-1-008//9[The Door to Death] here.
"Any life that isn't divine? That's really..."
According to Jenkins' understanding, masters and gods must have divinity, and disaster beasts may have divinity, but other existences should be the targets of this half of the statue, including those evil things sealed in the subspace, and also Including tricks—provided that Jenkins knows the opponent's real name.
"This is really an amazing gift. It seems that [Ancient Death God] is really good to me... But I'd better not use this one. After all, I belong to the camp of life no matter what. The Lord of Flowers has helped me a lot... I don’t know what the relationship between the sage camp and the Lord of Flowers is.”
After confirming that there was no strange aura nearby, Jenkins wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the bed. The cat jumped off his shoulders and lay on his lap meowing, as if to comfort him.
"I seemed to have made a particularly big decision by accident just now, but it was right... probably right."
When Jenkins refused the gift just now, the clothes behind Jenkins were soaked in sweat. Fortunately, the other party was very reasonable, at least he didn't turn his face on the spot.
"I thought that before returning to Nolan, there would be no such unlucky things."
He fell on his back, reaching up and pulling his pillow over his face:
"Really, such a thing can happen. Fortunately, I am not greedy..."
Jenkins didn't think he was bragging, but at the same time he was reminded of the great man he had talked to who said he was doomed to embrace death.