Chapter 741: Chapter 301: Unfamiliar Deities (6k)_4
But in the days that followed, he gradually began to accept this setting.
The greatness of God did not need to be mumbled by himself, teaching was more meaningful!
Unaware that his thoughts were gradually witch-like, Harry adjusted his black-framed glasses, the teacher’s aura fully displayed, and began his day’s lesson.
"Yesterday we talked about Lalan Metal Grass, so today we’ll continue with yesterday’s topic..."
Harry lectured as usual, but his attention occasionally focused on that Tier Three who had mixed in.
But little did he know, this Tier Three who had infiltrated was utterly disoriented.
Ever since Harry started teaching, he was trapped in the confusion of "Who am I, where am I, what am I doing."
This isn’t right! Aren’t these missionary gatherings supposed to preach God’s strength and begin large-scale brainwashing?
What the heck is happening now?
For a moment, he almost forgot he was here to cause trouble, starting to doubt whether his intelligence was wrong, wondering if this was really just a normal offline lecture?
As for why people were drawn to listen, that was easy to explain. After all, the teachings were all Transcendent knowledge, even involving Potion-related topics, so much so that he couldn’t resist listening further.
Perhaps, just listen a little longer?
By the time he realized it, Harry had already announced the end of the class.
Even after class, he relished the lecture, taking a moment before remembering he was not here to listen but to sabotage this meeting and kill the organizer.
Suddenly coming to his senses, he immediately let loose his aura, jumped out, and shouted:
"Hmph, you followers of a misconceived God! The Transcendent obtained through external forces is all false!
It’s merely a petty gift obtained through groveling to a God, what’s the difference between this and a begging pet!"
Although his tone was a bit shaky due to the class, he was angry at being bewitched, embedding some Magic Power in his voice to bolster his momentum.
But seeing him finally jump out, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
Thought you’d stay put forever, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make a move.
Facing the questioning of this Tier Three professional, he merely shook his head. He was well aware of their real purpose in coming to deal with him, having encountered it twice before when he left the main force in the Starry Sky as a Transcendent.
Adjusting his black-framed glasses, he said:
"Sounds nice, but in the end, it’s just that you’ve grown accustomed to the superiority you’re born into.
Now realizing that those you used to feel superior to can also gain power not weaker than what you obtained through hard training, there’s an imbalance in your heart.
Words are pointless; since you’ve come, you’re not here to debate with me.
Let’s see the real skill under your hands instead!"
Might as well use you as a demonstration object to assert dominance in front of these believers!
This time, he was granted an early promotion to Tier Three for completing the task of spreading "God-given Blood Flesh," which he had not truly used in combat yet!
Harry quickly made the first move, with scarlet Magic Power churning in his hand, but—Spirit Whip!
The Starry Sky professional, who was about to brace for defense after his attention was drawn by the Magic Power in Harry’s hand, was completely unprepared, letting out a muffled grunt as his head buzzed like it was hit by a heavy hammer.
The next moment, the scarlet power he was wary of also smashed into his face.
This was the scarlet power attained after reaching Tier Three, allowing the casting of many small Spells. While it couldn’t perform tricks like he once saw Vlad do, it was more than enough to slam into someone!
However, being a Martial Artist who also cultivated the Spiritual side’s inner strength, this professional quickly recovered, though knocked back coldly, hitting the wall behind him.
Still, he withstood the attack head-on.
"You’ve actually reached Tier Three as well, hmph, but it doesn’t matter, we have long studied you.
Hence, they sent me, come on, let me see how many punches you can take!"
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The Collector: [Memory Collectors] are devoted to collecting the world’s most beautiful and memorable memories for God, storing them deep in the Sea of Consciousness for God’s perusal. Yet as Travelers of the mind, their abilities are often misunderstood, feared...
[Note: I am here to search, to record, to collect, I create beauty for the world, erase sorrow, all dedicated to — the Nameless Thousand Faces]
[Note of the note: Oh dear, who’s talking about me? Don’t they know they can’t pray at night! Gods have divine rights too! Gods need rest as well!]