Chapter 63 · Volume 1

Elven Valley (12)

For the Mother Tree, having mastered the authority of life along with the power of faith from the Elven Clan, she might have the chance to slowly condense a godhead in the future.
For the Elven Clan, they finally did not have to worry about the plague anymore, bringing an end to six thousand years of suffering from betraying their faith.
And for Ning Busan, helping the Elven Clan resolve their extinction crisis meant fulfilling Faelo's wish.
He had a faint intuition that he could now use Faelo's card.
This was what one would call a win-win situation—a happy ending for everyone!
Ning Busan was originally in quite a good mood, but then he saw Elvin standing behind him with his brow tightly furrowed.
He couldn't help but pat Elvin on the shoulder. “The plague has been resolved. Why the long face?”
Elvin said conflictedly, “We have dual faiths now. Is that... not very good?”
Ning Busan gave a half-smile. “What's wrong with dual faiths? The God of Light is your Father God, and the Elven Mother Tree is your Mother God. Now you have both parents, which is a wonderful thing!”
“Your mom and dad love you so much. Of course they want the family to live happily together. How could they bear to make you choose?”
Elvin thought seriously for a moment and found that he couldn't find a single flaw in Ning Busan's words.
Since both the God of Light and the Mother Tree didn't mind, why were they overthinking it?
Ning Busan smiled without saying a word.
Both sides of the hand are made of flesh. Once the Elven Clan realized this, they might fall into confusion for a while, but they would eventually convince themselves to accept it.
Elvin was still worried. “The plague has been resolved, but won't that evil god make a comeback?”
Ning Busan gritted his teeth. “We just got a moment of peace. Can you not jinx us?”
Elvin said innocently, “I was just asking. But why do you look so pale?”
“My brother, did you think a god-making magic ritual is easy to perform? All the magic power in my body has been drained. I'm completely exhausted right now.” Ning Busan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I'm going back to sleep first. We'll talk about anything else when I wake up.”
This sleep lasted for three days and three nights.
Three days later, Ning Busan revived at full health and began to review the situation.
Come to think of it, why could an evil god resolve a plague that even the God of Light couldn't solve?
Or was the plague in the Elven Valley caused by the evil god in the first place?
This plague was like a game between gods competing for believers, with the Elven Valley merely serving as the chessboard.
The evil god had laid out such a massive scheme, only to have the fruits of her labor snatched away by the Elven Mother Tree.
Once she realized what happened, she definitely wouldn't let it slide.
But Ning Busan wasn't afraid at all!
Even if the sky fell, the God of Light would be there to hold it up!
Ning Busan took out the Book of Sages, his attitude extremely warm. “O most, most, most, most, most, most omniscient and omnipotent Book of Sages, I would like to ask you a tiny question.”
[Please ask, dear!]
Ning Busan asked, “As a mortal, is there any possibility for me to become a god?”
[...]
What a “tiny” question indeed.
[Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed, but I can give you a small hint. Your only path to godhood lies within those seven identity cards.]
Ning Busan's pupils dilated in shock.
Those seven cards that had crossed over with him actually held the path to godhood?
Just as Ning Busan's mind was in turmoil, a line of text appeared on the Book of Sages:
[Once you become a god, could you agree to a small request of mine, dear?]
Ning Busan narrowed his eyes.
A person doesn't act like a sycophant for no reason; it's either for money or for looks.
By the same logic, the Book of Sages had been acting so sycophantic toward him from the very beginning, surely to achieve some sort of goal.
Ning Busan asked in a deep voice, “What do you want me to do?”
[For a pseudo-god to condense a godhead, they need a large number of believers to provide the power of faith. However, my form of existence makes it rather difficult to gather believers.]
[But there is another way—canonization. A True God can consume the power of faith and, through an oral decree, bestow a godhead upon a pseudo-god.]
Ning Busan suddenly understood. “You want me to canonize you after I become a True God?”
[Exactly, dear!]
Ning Busan was somewhat puzzled. “The God of Light is also a True God. Why don't you ask him to canonize you?”
[The God of Light? Pfft~]
This bolded and enlarged “Pfft” was very expressive, the disdain practically overflowing from it.
The Book of Sages was verified: it despised the God of Light!
Ning Busan understood.
The Book of Sages had discovered the uniqueness of the seven identity cards he carried. Seeing his potential to become a True God, it wanted to make an early investment in him in exchange for the possibility of acquiring a godhead.
Ning Busan cleared his throat and began to paint a rosy picture: “Don't worry. As long as you help me with all your heart, I won't mistreat you once I become a True God.”
“Isn't it just canonization? I've already thought of an honorary title for you. How about... the God of Knowledge and Truth?”
The Book of Sages jumped up in excitement, its pages rustling loudly, wishing it could grow arms to hug and kiss Ning Busan.
A dual divine seat!
Even if the attributes overlapped, it was still a dual divine seat!
[Thank you for your generosity! The Book of Sages is entirely at your service, dear!]
Ning Busan closed the book and rubbed his nose guiltily.
The ugly face of a capitalist is all about dangling carrots for their employees.
Regardless of whether it could be achieved in the future, just serve up a big, empty promise first!
The Book of Sages wanted to become a god, and so did Ning Busan.
Who didn't have a little ambition?
Once he became a god, maybe he could find a way back home.
With a thought from Ning Busan, the card belonging to Faelo floated before him.
Was the path to godhood inside this?
His fingertips lightly touched the card, and it instantly turned into a golden stream of light, entering his body.
Hmm...
And that was it?
Ning Busan didn't feel anything obvious.
His body had become a compressed file, storing Faelo's power, memories, and emotions inside, which could be slowly unpacked and released.
Ning Busan murmured, “Why is it different from last time?”
Last time, when his life was in danger, he had forcibly absorbed Louis's card. Although he directly gained Louis's power, he also suffered from the backlash of Louis's memories afterward.
But this time, he had fulfilled Faelo's wish and gained Faelo's approval. Although he couldn't inherit all of Faelo's power at once, he avoided the risk of losing himself.
Perhaps this was the correct way to use the cards?
Ning Busan propped his chin up with his hand and suddenly noticed a strand of silver-white hair draping down.
Huh?
He touched his ears again and found that they had actually become long and pointed.
Ning Busan refusing to believe it, found a crystal mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, he suddenly burst into laughter.
Wow—
I've been kicked out of the human race!
What a novel feeling!

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