Kitten Chocolate jumped down from the tree, glanced at the female corpse in distaste, then meowed childishly, and flung its tail into the shadows.
He didn't take back the black robe until he walked into the house. Using this gift for a long time would consume a lot of spirit. He tiptoed upstairs, Chocolate hadn't slept yet, but lay obediently on the bed waiting for Jenkins to return.
"I'm back."
He whispered to Chocolate, then felt like a fool.
After washing up, sitting on the edge of the bed under the red and blue moonlight, Jenkins patted the soft chocolate fur, exploring the fragmented knowledge in his mind.
On a quiet night, blood flowed out of his nostrils silently. Jenkins squeezed his temples hard, and then wiped off the bloodstains with a wet wipe. Opening his eyes, the giant tree reaching the sky that he saw in the last scene seemed to be still in front of him.
"The original owner of divinity is a false god in the form of a plant."
Jenkins judged that because of the whispering at the end of the month, the gaze of the sage, and the phantom of the evil god, he has been able to quickly return to normal after a short period of dizziness.
He picked up the pen from the desk, flicked it a few times, and recorded the three pieces of knowledge he had just acquired on the paper.
First of all, it is a white basic ability called [Animal Affinity], its effect is the same as the name. Although the materials needed for the learning ceremony are cheap and common, the ceremony must be performed on October 21 every year.
Second, the special ceremony, the breath of life. Extract the vitality of plants or animals through a specific method, absorb part of it and then absorb it in yourself to prolong your life. In theory, if you have the financial resources to hold such rituals continuously, you can live to 999 years old. This lifespan seems to be a threshold beyond which the limit is imposed.
"It hurts peace."
Jenkins thought about it for a while, and decided not to tell about this ceremony in his life. As for whether he will use it, it is too early to think about it now, he is still very young.
The third piece of knowledge is a simple piece of information. Neither the righteous gods nor the false gods exist in this world, nor are they on the side of the real world, that is, the astral world and the shadow world. They can temporarily project themselves in the form of the avatar of the saint, but this requires not only divinity, but also a suitable container.
Jenkins scratched his hair, he was not the original owner of this body, nor was he from this world. So, the current him belongs to the form of a saint without divinity? Couldn't he be a monster too
The knowledge about God is always obscure. Tonight's traveler got rid of the shackles of the flesh for a short time because of the stupid behavior of the evil spirit, and elevated his own personality by burning the divinity that did not belong to him.
But there are still many mysteries in this matter. If you want to repeat this process, not only do you need to go out of your body again, but you don't know where to find the divinity to build the body.
"I am God."
He turned off the gas lamp, lying on the bed with chocolate in his arms and giggling, the cat scratched his face with its paws in dissatisfaction.
"Then, from this moment on, set a small goal, find a drop of divinity, acquire new knowledge, and look forward to the day when you can truly become a god."
He couldn't forget the feeling of his soul rising to another level, yes, he was addicted.
[Spiritual Lair] is a strange thing and cannot be destroyed by normal methods. This thing is a hot potato right now, I don't know what the consequences will be if I throw it around, and I can't explain the reason if it is handed over.
After thinking about it, Jenkins buried it in his yard. The next time he goes to church, he hopes to find some clues from the underground library.
After daybreak, Jenkins I Was God Williams came to work at Papa as usual.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Uncommonly today, Dad didn't sit in that fake antique rocking chair and read the newspaper, but looked at the ceiling with a melancholy expression.
"It's okay, but Chocolate couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and made a fuss for a while."
The cat jumped off Jenkins' shoulder in dissatisfaction, wagged its tail at him, and found a comfortable position to lie on the counter.
"A big event happened last night, a new star appeared."
The old man lowered his head and touched his nose, then patted his stiff neck vigorously, "The book I asked you to read contains some knowledge about the starry sky, so you should know what it means to have one more bright star in the sky."
"Yes."
Jenkins replied, and then he was taken aback, "Is there a new great existence?"
After saying this, he realized that it should be himself.
The old man nodded, his sparse eyebrows drooping, and his expression was a little melancholy, "There are 12 righteous gods and 365 false gods. My grandfather's grandfather was still a child, and this number is like this. I didn't expect to meet new gods in my lifetime." A big event happened, sage~"
"365? How is this number determined? The number of days in a year seems to be..."
Jenkins didn't care about acting, and this time he was really surprised.
"yes."
The old man raised his head slightly, his cloudy eyes glanced at his immature apprentice over some wide round glasses, "What do you think is recorded on the stele that you copy every day? Young man, there are many unknown things in this world."
He sighed again: "Let me tell you one more thing, purple represents the color of destiny, and it is never a good thing for purple stars to appear in the sky. Now that you have moved out to live on your own, you have more time to spend , I need to go to the Mr. Ink Club often, and I have to work hard to keep in touch with the rituals I taught you. The changes in the starry sky are really bad... "
"destiny?"
"destiny."
The old man nodded in agreement, "[Knowledge and Books] The church has the most comprehensive information inheritance, and the teachings of the sages are like this. The appearance of fate is often a precursor to world chaos, or it is an extremely powerful existence that turns out to be born."
Shaking his head, he casually threw a piece of silver on the counter, "Do you still remember what you asked about demons?"
"of course I remember."
Jenkins nodded immediately.
"That's good, let's put it this way, when I was young, I saw the records of the purple fate from a certain reference room of the Holy See.
It was a tale of a demon so widely told, so long ago that even the Church is not sure when it happened. During the famine years, in order to make his younger siblings happy, the brave boy went to a hidden space alone and made a deal with the devil. "
"I've heard that story before!"
He said it immediately, and had heard two versions.
"Don't interrupt when Dad is talking! The stories recorded by the church must be different from what you heard."
"Please tell me."
Jenkins sat down obediently, and the cat lay beside him with great interest.