Gao Yuan

Hearing the shout, Chen Fan, who had been lost in thought, instinctively raised his head toward the door.

A burly, powerfully built man was the first to enter his sight. Standing before him was a slight Black Robe Priest.

The already oversized black robe looked even looser on the slight priest, with a long section trailing along the ground.

Like a black wedding dress.

As Chen Fan looked at the silver threads embroidered into intricate patterns across the exquisite black robe, an irreverent thought about the gods surfaced in his mind.

The next second, his mind automatically conjured an image: Carlisle extended a withered, wrinkled, sallow arm from beneath the robe, and then...

As the image became increasingly vivid, Chen Fan suddenly snapped back to his senses.

Fuck, this image was not his own imagination at all!

Holy shit! Yi!!

That was right. The vivid scene before his eyes was a holographic projection Yi had cast onto his retina!

Yi clearly had not realized its mistake. It even cheerfully took credit: How was it?

Was this unit's ultra-high-definition holographic recording function awesome or not?

Just say it—wasn't the realism incredible?

Chen Fan's eye twitched slightly.

It was. Far too incredible.

Suppressing the chill rising in his heart, Chen Fan warned it inwardly, That was a great broadcast. Don't ever broadcast it again.

The image before his eyes slowly faded, and that irreverent thought about the gods vanished from Chen Fan's mind without a trace.

"Hey! Chen Fan!!"

"You brat, are you putting on that aloof act with me again?!"

The rough voice came again, and Chen Fan shifted his gaze toward the hulking man built like a double-door refrigerator.

A name instinctively surfaced in Chen Fan's mind: Old Gao.

His full name was Gao Yuan.

He blanked for a moment, then realized this was the last bit of "wealth" the original owner had left him—aside from a complete language system, there was only some basic information about personal relationships.

For Chen Fan right now, this "wealth" had arrived at exactly the right time!

Seeing that Chen Fan still did not respond, the double-door-refrigerator of a man immediately grew anxious.

He stepped forward half a pace and squeezed the slight Black Robe Priest aside.

"Move, move. Don't block the way."

Gao Yuan spoke irritably to the Black Robe Priest. "What are you still standing there for? Is the divine revelation ritual something a tiny priest like you can participate in?"

The scene before him made Chen Fan's eyes widen abruptly.

Holy shit?

Were God Chosen really this high-ranking?

Carlisle's words, along with Quinton's stern, keep-everyone-away demeanor, had subconsciously made him think that the God Chosen were merely figureheads who needed to act as cautiously as possible in their daily lives. But now it seemed...

Had his understanding been far too conservative?!!

Faced with Gao Yuan's rebuke, the Black Robe Priest stood frozen in place like a new employee who had just been frightened by a superior, unable to react for a moment.

Gao Yuan's expression darkened at the sight, and his tone grew increasingly impatient. "You're still not leaving? Careful, or I'll tell the bishop..."

Seeing the situation gradually spiraling out of control, Chen Fan, who wanted nothing more than a peaceful life, hurriedly interrupted him. "Old... Old Gao, enough. There's no need to make things difficult for a priest."

Gao Yuan's expression stiffened. He swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue, then forced a "gentle" smile onto his face.

"...You're right."

He waved a hand casually. "Go on, get out of here. I can't be bothered arguing with you."

As he spoke, Gao Yuan slightly hunched his shoulders and ducked into the room.

Behind him, the Black Robe Priest slowly bent at the waist and placed her mechanical right arm over her chest in salute.

Then, a soft, sweet female voice emerged from beneath the oversized black robe:

"God Chosen Esteemed One, thank you for your mercy. May the Lord be with you."

Gao Yuan did not look back, merely waving his hand casually.

As for Chen Fan...

His eyes had gone completely wide:

Holy shit!

There really were female priests!!

Before he could recover from his shock, the petite priestess had already extended her mechanical hand and shut the room's door.

"You brat..."

The moment the metal door closed, Gao Yuan started forward and strode toward Chen Fan. "You missed two divine revelations in a row. If the bishop hadn't said you weren't in very good physical condition, I would've thought you were planning to give up your identity as one of the God Chosen..."

Chen Fan froze for a moment and instinctively asked, "...You can give up being God Chosen?"

Fuck, he had been careless!

If he could give it up, why had he gone through all this trouble?!

"...Of course not." Gao Yuan looked at him as though he were an idiot. "Don't tell me getting sick turned your brain to mush?"

Chen Fan: "..."

He slowly exhaled the frustration in his chest, closed his eyes, and stopped paying attention to this double-door-refrigerator of a man who clearly had a tendency to chatter nonstop.

According to Gao Yuan, the original owner had apparently acted rather aloof around him, so this response fit the role quite well.

Sure enough, Gao Yuan did not notice anything unusual.

Just as Chen Fan closed his eyes to rest, Gao Yuan's voice sounded again. "Hey, hey, hey, I was just making a little joke. You don't have to act like this every single time, do you?"

Seeing Chen Fan ignore him, Gao Yuan fell silent for a moment before awkwardly changing the subject.

"Chen Fan..."

"You didn't attend the last two divine revelations, so let me tell you, you really missed out!"

"I'm not bragging, but those divine revelations are seriously mysterious! I really heard the Lord's voice. I even saw the God Kingdom where the Lord resides!"

Chen Fan's ear twitched slightly.

That was some heavyweight intelligence!

Suppressing his curiosity, he opened his tightly shut eyes and looked at Gao Yuan beside him.

"You want to know?" Seeing Chen Fan open his eyes, Gao Yuan immediately wore a smug grin. "Beg me, and I'll..."

Chen Fan's mouth twitched as he closed his eyes again.

At that moment, he finally understood why the original owner had put on an aloof act around this man.

"..."

"..."

A few seconds later, Gao Yuan's somewhat aggrieved voice rang out again. "...Fine, you win. I'll just tell you directly."

The corners of Chen Fan's mouth lifted slightly as he looked at the burly man beside him with a smile.

Since transmigrating here, this seemed to be his most relaxed moment.

"See that wooden chair over there?"

Gao Yuan gestured with his chin toward the chair in the center of the room. "The bishop said it's the Holy Seat used to communicate with the gods. Only The God Chosen One can sit on it and hear the Lord's voice."

Chen Fan nodded thoughtfully.

In his mind, Yi had already formed a corresponding hypothesis based on those words.

This unit believes this so-called Holy Seat may be a Brain-Computer Interface connected to signal reception and amplification equipment.

Without changing his expression, Chen Fan asked inwardly, What makes you say that?

It receives signals from an advanced technological civilization, decodes and compiles them, then transmits them into the God Chosen's brain through the Brain-Computer Interface, causing the God Chosen to hallucinate the Goddess and the God Kingdom.