Allen, Only Suited for the Enemy Capture Fist

Allen finally understood why the Holy See referred to people who believed in other gods as heretics.

This was because the Saint Cassis Continent was simply teeming with deities. Besides the five gods including the Holy Father Gaia, there were dozens more like the God of War Kakarou, the God of Darkness, the God of Fire, the Otherworld God, and the Dark Elf God, among countless others.

If the Holy See didn't categorize them all as heretics, then followers of various Overgods would be having conversations like this:

A: Where did the Papal Crusade Army go? B: They went to deal with the Plain Giants who worship the Titan God. C: I heard they attacked the Wilderness Barbarians who worship the God of War Kakarou. D: Wasn't it the Dwarves who worship the God of Creation? E: No, it should be the Elves who worship the Elf Goddess. F: Then they must have also dealt with the Druids who worship the Forest Goddess. G: I think the Holy See's arch-enemy is the followers of the Ice and Snow Goddess. H: No way, their arch-enemy is the followers of the Abyss God.

Allen finally understood why the Holy See called believers of other gods "heretics." Because their conversations would be like this:

A: Where did the Papal Crusade Army go? B: To deal with heretics. C, D, E, F, G, H: Oh!

To understand what Chaos was all about, Allen spent a whole day cramming theology.

Initially, the old Butler, Leisi, gave a general explanation, which gave Allen a massive headache.

Unexpectedly, the Clerk, Yorkshire, turned out to be a theology expert. He could recall any literature or documents related to deities on the continent with ease, as if he had them all memorized.

It was much more interesting than what the old Butler had said, and Allen listened with great enjoyment.

However, after all was said and done, all the literature recorded by any race, except for "The Beginning," denied Okas's existence. Everything that happened to Allen was unproven, except for the legend that an unlucky transmigrator died every thousand years.

The original plan to set out for the Great Wilderness soon to find clues about Dina's birth mother was repeatedly postponed.

At first, Allen and the old Butler hid in the house, studying the totem on his chest.

The old Butler confidently pointed to Allen's chest, insisting it was the symbol of Chaos, a winged golden serpent.

Allen was completely bewildered because he clearly recognized the totem; it was a nine-clawed golden dragon soaring through the sky, the totem of the Huaxia Nation.

Unable to convince Allen, the old Butler brought Sakre, Dina, and Yorkshire.

The three of them, using words and gestures, described what a "dragon" was.

Allen was speechless because the "dragons" they described were exactly like the "dragons" in Dragon Quest – ones that hoard treasure and kidnap princesses.

However, what they said wasn't wrong. The dragons of Saint Cassis were indeed like that. They could fly but not soar through the nine heavens, and they could breathe fire but not swallow clouds and mist. They were completely different concepts; one was slender and long, the other short and stout.

Having narrowly escaped death, Allen knew that formidable strength was his greatest reliance in navigating the world. Leaving Outpost County was only a matter of time. Let alone the small Outpost County, even the Kingdom of Locke was just one of many powerful human nations. There were always stronger people beyond one's own. Improving his own strength was the most important thing right now.

The Saint Cassis Continent was not a society governed by law. Most races were essentially ignorant of the law. They resorted to fighting at the slightest disagreement and never bothered with reasoning.

Therefore, Allen spent his days scratching his head, researching how to improve his strength. However, before that, driven by greed, he dragged a cart full of curved blades to the only blacksmith shop in Outpost County.

The blacksmith shop owner was a bald, burly man with bronze skin and explosive muscles, looking quite formidable with his shaved head.

Pointing to the cart full of curved blades used by wolf cavalry, Allen interrupted the bald man who was about to greet him and got straight to the point: "Do you buy scrap metal? A whole cart, how much per pound?"

The owner, nicknamed Rock Hammer, was very straightforward. He told Allen directly that the cartload of curved blades was worthless. They had too many impurities and had been hammered many times. He wouldn't buy them. Of course, the main reason was that he had no money. He still owed three years and six months of taxes to the diocese. The Commoner Tax Law had been abolished, so he asked the Lord to inquire if the money he owed could be written off.

Yorkshire, standing next to Allen, rolled his eyes. He remembered that the General Affairs Hall's records indicated that this guy had arrived in Outpost County exactly three years and six months ago.

Seeing the Lord's disappointed expression, the bald man offered a suggestion: "You won't be able to sell this cartload of curved blades as they are, unless you sell them retail. Wholesale is impossible. How about I melt them down together and forge something useful for you? Maybe you can sell it for a good price."

Allen left the cartload of curved blades behind. Not only did he not earn a single coin, but he also ended up paying the bald owner ten gold coins for free.

It would have only cost six gold coins, but Allen, considering his status, felt embarrassed to haggle and had Dina speak for him.

As a result, the bald man was also a master of acting. He tearfully recounted his tragic past, and in the end, he and Dina successfully completed the transaction. Dina, moved to tears, overpaid by four gold coins, treating it as payment for listening to his story.

After leaving the blacksmith shop and returning to the old castle, Allen found Sakre, who was limping but determined, and declared his intention to learn martial skills and understand the warrior ranking system on the continent.

Sakre, wanting to show off how awesome he was, told Allen everything he knew.

Generally, reputable martial skills have corresponding Battle Qi.

Sakre practiced Golden Battle Qi and studied Military Swordsmanship, which focused on broad, powerful movements. His martial skills and Battle Qi complemented each other, greatly increasing his power.

Once ordinary warriors cultivated Battle Qi, it was considered a rags-to-riches story, transforming them into high-level Qi Warriors.

The ranks of Qi Warriors ranged from the lowest, Fighters, to the highest, Sword Saints.

First-tier Martial Artists, also called Battle Qi Warriors, could stimulate the Battle Qi within their bodies, enhancing their senses.

Second-tier Martial Masters, also called Battle Intent Warriors, could project their Battle Qi outwards, covering their weapons or armor to increase lethality and defense.

Third-tier Martial Kings, also called Supreme Martial Artists, could project Sword Qi, injuring enemies without their weapons needing to make contact.

Fourth-tier Grandmasters, also called Extreme Martial Artists, were the guardians of the major human kingdoms, capable of keeping hundreds of ordinary soldiers at bay.

Fifth-tier Demigods, also known as Sword Saints, were the highest realm that humans had been able to reach in thousands of years. There were currently only three human Sword Saints on the continent. It was said that they could not only fly but also tear space and resist Saint-tier Mages.

Allen listened, completely bewildered. Sakre, with a smug expression, boasted that he had already reached the third tier as a Martial King, meaning he could project his Sword Qi externally. Among the Holy See's younger generation under thirty, fewer than ten had reached this realm.

Allen couldn't stand Sakre's show-off attitude and posed a critical question.

If Allen cultivated to the fifth tier, the Sword Saint stage, but never used a sword, recently always using a mace, what should he be called? Mace Saint? Mace Saint, or Club Saint? Korean Saint?

Sakre smashed the stone table in the small garden with a palm strike, his face full of rage. He then walked away with a limp.

Unable to find the crystallization of becoming a martial arts master from Sakre, Allen shifted his attention to the Old Butler.

Allen was quite familiar with the Mage tiers, from Apprentice to Saint Tier, and the requirements for talent were extremely harsh. Even though his Mental Power had reached Archmage level, it was useless because he couldn't even cast a single Active Magic.

Allen: "Teach me magic."

Old Laixi: "Sure."

Allen: "Is there a fast track?"

Old Laixi: "Yes."

Allen: "How far can I train?"

Old Laixi: "It won't be a problem to kill a Saint Tier."

Allen: "How?"

Old Laixi: "Let the Saint Tier test your Mental Power. Whoever touches it explodes, whoever explodes dies."

Allen: "I'd rather go back to practicing my Enemy Capture Fist."