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"You'll kill him like this!"

A frantic voice suddenly echoed in the little girl's mind, but her expression remained nonchalant. She pouted and said, "How could that be! He seems quite capable too!... Besides, Halfling are usually lucky. If we don't let him help us find that Fear God Child, are we supposed to go find it ourselves?... Godsbane of Fear can communicate with each other!..."

"This idiot and moron is so useless!... I can't even beat him now!..."

"Now we can only wait to find him, and then find a way to make him and the others mutually weaken each other, so that we will have a chance to kill him."

The voice in my head seemed a little angry, and said discontentedly, "Let me out!"

"How could Aladdin possibly defeat that Vampire? He couldn't even withstand one of your Spell. If he's discovered, he'll be killed by the Fear God Child."

The little girl idly played with her hair, walked to the window, and said with a grin, "I'm not letting you out. Who told you, you idiot, to use up all your energy? You can come out when my energy is gone too."

"So what if they kill me?"

"Anyway, apart from my brother, if anyone else dies, it's not really my problem, right?"

"You useless idiot and moron!... Do you think our brother would just sit idly by if we don't take the initiative?... He already knows we are the Fear God Child, he'll definitely find a way to kill the other Godsbane!... If we don't strike first, the power gap between us and them will only widen, and then it will be our brother and us who are in danger!..."

"Do you want to always be a burden, hiding behind your brother?..."

"My brother has already tried his best!... But he's only human!... We have to rely on ourselves to accomplish this!... Otherwise, do you think I wouldn't want to stay by his side?...

A cold smile played on the little girl's lips as she gazed at the street outside the window. She said slowly, "This is a battle to the death! If we don't kill them, they will kill us."

"My brother will definitely find a way to help us, but he will be in great danger at that time."

"If we die, my brother will definitely avenge us, and then he'll be in even more danger!... Put away your pathetic weakness and kindness!..."

"Vivian! We can't lose this battle!..."

The voice in his mind fell silent. The will that had been trying to seize control of his body also subsided, but a faint thought still lingered, saying in a somewhat defiant voice, "My brother is my brother, not your brother."

"You're not allowed to call him brother."

A mischievous smile played on the little girl's lips. She raised her delicate white hands, untied her hair tie, and tied it into two pretty pigtails. She winked and grinned wickedly, "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!"

Lillian wins decisively.

The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high.

The scent of the sea breeze wafts towards me.

Soren emerged from the distant mountains. Near the City of Wealth lay a mountain range, remarkably similar to the outcome of Goria's Prophecy. The only thing that still puzzled him was the meaning of the crucial card, 'Snake,' needed to find Vivian. He had no clue whatsoever, encountering only a few venomous snakes along the way, but this clearly had nothing to do with the card's significance. Now, he could only hope for clues within the City of Wealth; otherwise, he would have no choice but to venture to the Soros Islands.

Vivian wouldn't run off to Overseas Islands, would she?

After completing the Bloodline Purification Ritual, Soren's strength increased significantly, especially his Hit Points. He felt like he had inexhaustible energy. Minor injuries seemed to be negligible. His current Hit Points were: [Rogue Class Hit Points 6 + (21-10)*0.5]*7 + Wizard Shadow Warrior Class Hit Points 8 + (21-10)*0.5]*2 + [Shadow Dancer Class Hit Points 4 + (21-10)*0.5]*6 + 21 Constitution + 15 [Toughness Feat] = 200 Hit Points points.

Soren gained approximately 50 points of Hit Points.

This is equivalent to Hit Points bonus of three or more job levels. At this stage, his Hit Points is equivalent to that of Vampire of CR 14 or a purebred Warrior of job level 12.

They might not even be as good as Barbarian, because Barbarian have many Feat, and they are born with the Toughness Feat.

This is only the third-tier Bloodline Purification Ritual. There is also Legendary Tier Bloodline Purification Ritual later. If one can master [Epic Toughness], the professional can also increase their Hit Points by an additional 30 points at each stage, up to 10 times, for a total increase of 300 points of Hit Points.

At that time, the Hit Points of Legendary melee classes was not much different from that of Dragon!

Soren still has a chance to obtain the [Epic Toughness] trait. One of the prerequisites for this Legendary Feat is 25 points in Superhuman Constitution, Soren isn't far from meeting that requirement. The attribute points gained from leveling up his class alone certainly won't be enough, as his primary focus is on increasing Dexterity. He can improve this attribute through Sub-Deity Power abilities.

Faint Divinity can increase all attributes by 1.

Soren is not entirely without the possibility of mastering [Epic Toughness].

As they drew closer to the City of Wealth, Soren quickened his pace. The view gradually opened up, revealing a vast beach and the sea. The South Coast was dotted with reefs, increasing the risk of ships running aground, which was why most cities were built in relatively safe waters. The City of Wealth lay near the port in the bay ahead, on a shipping route to the Soros Islands. He could vaguely make out small ship silhouettes, but the first thing he saw wasn't sails. Although many aspects of the environment resembled Soren past life, this world was two-dimensional.

This is not a planet.

It's more like a flat world framework, with only the terrain having ups and downs.

Such parallel continental Plane are quite common. Whether it's the Abyss or the Baator Hell, they are all layered continental shelf structures. Another kind of law maintains the operation of the world and connects it to other Plane. The Upper Planes and Lower Planes are like layered pyramids. When the bases of two pyramids are joined together, they form the largest Material Plane in the Plane space.

There are many things that Soren doesn't know.

He only knew a little about the structure of the entire distant universe from his Travel in the Astral Plane. The Astral Plane connects most of the Plane, and when Travel within it, one might see Demiplane flying at high speeds. The feeling was somewhat like someone Travel through the universe, but instead of seeing planets, one would see floating, still, and moving planes of Plane, like planets enveloped in eggshell-like laws of energy.

Above the Astral Plane plane lies the realm of the Deity, to the four sides are the Elemental Plane, and below lies the Abyss Hell.

Astral Plane Travel may lead you to encounter [the God's Realm of the dead]!

Rogue are not well-suited for Cross-planar Travel.

Aside from the Shadow Plane, Soren rarely even ventured into the Spirit Realm, an area where Spellcaster have a natural advantage.

The day passed quickly.

Soren could already see the harbor ahead, filled with large ships. This City of Wealth was the center of southern maritime Trade and Transit Station for transoceanic Trade. Soren even spotted ships from the Soros Islands and female Warrior living in the Tropical Rainforest. These women haggled and traded like merchants, occasionally not hesitating to display their beauty, breasts, and muscles. When you see a robust yet wildly beautiful woman showing off muscles even more developed than yours, you'll instantly feel uneasy.

The port is outside the City of Wealth.

This is a very prosperous and large city. From afar, you can see the magnificent golden temple, the Great Temple of the Goddess of Wealth. It is said that it stores a mountain of Gold Daler. In any case, no one has ever been inside. Time of Troubles, a Legendary team attempted to break through, but they were all wiped out in the blink of an eye. Other Deity don't seem to have any intention of robbing it. Therefore, no one has ever been able to determine the level of Guard, but it is certainly one of the most dangerous places in the world.

The symbol of the City of Wealth is the statue of the goddess in front of the temple.

From a distance, it's glittering gold, enough to dazzle your eyes instantly. The goddess statue weighs around fifty tons and isn't just plated with gold leaf; it's a completely pure gold statue!

That's right.

It is made of pure gold, a 50-ton pure gold statue.

Every time Soren saw it in the past, he felt an unbearable itch, like a cat scratching at his heart. Even though he had seen it many times before, seeing it now still made him itch even more. This golden statue cannot be touched casually; it is shrouded in Divine Power. However, there is a blessing ritual that involves touching it, but unfortunately, it comes at a great price.

This thing is absolutely irresistible to Rogue. So many people have died because of it back in the day!

What is a "tuhao" (a term for a nouveau riche)?

This is what a nouveau riche looks like!

Among the Deity, none is more extravagant than the Goddess of Wealth; this woman's wealth is simply outrageous. How many people bowed down before her, begging to cling to her and serve her—wasn't it all because of her outrageously riches? If Soren had to choose a Deity to worship, the Goddess of Wealth would definitely be in the top three!

One of her high-ranking followers may possess a special Epic Spell.

Its name is -- [Dragon Covenant]!

This is a Epic Spell that requires virtually no mana, no powerful abilities, and doesn't even require a high class level to use.

The Spell's effect is to summon one dragon or a group of dragons!

A pure-blooded Dragon.

It is possible to summon Elder Dragon that descends from Extraplanar, or Primordial Dragon that dwells in the rifts of space and time.

A very powerful and Epic Spell.

But it's also very expensive.

The Epic Spell [Dragon Covenant] starts at a Gold Daler; the more money you can offer, the more powerful the allies you can summon. It's possible that it could even summon the Demigod Dragonkind of the Dragon Realm. In any case, this Epic Spell is only affordable for the extremely wealthy. Soren has only seen it once so far, when he used a Gold Daler as tall as a mountain to summon three Adult Red Dragon, which then directly Destruction a small city.

Soren dared not look too long at the Temple of Wealth.

He was afraid of acting impulsively, and impulsiveness is definitely the Devil, so it's better to just ignore it.

It's getting late.

Soren decided to find a place to stay first. There were many strangely dressed people nearby, and many with unusual faces; these were people from the Overseas Islands, some with large patches of paint smeared on their faces. The City of Wealth attracted any race seeking riches. Other intelligent beings were everywhere, such as Dwarf, Elf, Orc, Halfling, and so on. Every year, many Adventurer from all over the continent flocked to the City of Wealth, hoping to find a chance to make their fortune.

This is the territory of the rich.

A casual stroll down the street reveals merchants adorned with thick gold chains, or at least eight of their ten fingers adorned with gold rings. Behind them follow burly guards, each also sporting a gold chain. The extravagant wealth of the City of Wealth remains as pronounced as ever. Soren, observing this, felt an intense urge to pluck his hands, but he restrained himself from making a rash move. The City of Wealth's Guard are formidable; they are among the most elite City Legion on the continent, almost all equipped with one or two pieces of Supernatural Equipment.

This is the core city of the Goddess of Wealth.

It was also an important source of her faith and the birthplace of its spread. She allowed the followers of the god of Theft to operate here, but absolutely forbade them from disrupting the legitimate sources of wealth.

Simply put...

Petty theft might get you by making a living, but hoping to get rich quick through theft is a recipe for disaster.

They capture one and throw them into the mine; the priests of the Goddess of Wealth certainly don't mind having even more Slave for mining! Every year, at least several hundred people are sent into the mine, never to emerge again!

A slight disturbance suddenly broke out on the street.

Soren frowned, a hint of doubt creeping onto his face. In the distance, it was utter chaos; people were frantically running backward, some portly merchants sweating profusely, their gold chains swaying. They had plenty of guards; surely they weren't being chased like stray dogs?

The unrest gradually escalated!

More and more people hid in the crowd. Next to Soren was a shop that looked like a haven for stolen goods. The fierce-looking owner glanced into the distance, then without a word, slammed the door shut and herded all his other employees inside. Further away, some merchants, in a panic, fled into alleyways with their guards. Their plump figures ran so fast they disappeared in an instant. The scene was truly unprecedented; people were running everywhere, as if they were avoiding a plague. However, there was no murderous intent.

Does anyone dare to run wild in the city of the Goddess of Wealth?!

Soren's expression grew increasingly puzzled. He lightly leaped down to the second floor and looked towards the area where the commotion was taking place.

He almost stumbled at first glance!

Without a word, Soren jumped off the roof and disappeared into the shadows. He then entered Stealth mode and quietly slipped into the alley next door.

It really is a plague that has arrived!

Only one entity has ever managed to create such a commotion in the City of Wealth, scaring everyone into fleeing without alerting the city's military!

That is -- the Paladin!!!

And he was an extremely powerful Paladin, so much so that the others turned and ran without a word.

far away.

A group of silver knights on horseback could be seen, all clad in full silver-white Knight Armor, with Longsword at their waists. They wore no hoods, but were completely covered in armor, even their arms were covered in silver-white Scale Bracers. These silver knights looked majestic and exuded a sacred aura, with friendly smiles on their faces that easily won people's hearts. They were a group of very charismatic figures.

Such a silver knight, if he were to travel anywhere else, would surely be welcomed and cheered by Commoner, and make the hearts of countless Noble Girl race.

But unfortunately, this is City of Wealth.

In fact, their appearance caused chaos wherever they went, with large groups of people fleeing in panic.

Why is this happening?

Even Soren ran away, which tells you what the appearance of these guys means.

"Who the hell released the Paladin?!"

At this moment, countless people in the City of Wealth were cursing and swearing, especially those whose businesses were tainted by corruption—they were utterly exasperated! There are very few merchants with clean backgrounds. There's a saying, "No merchant is without guile," and most merchants are lucky if they can remain Neutral Alignment; those in the Good Alignment are extremely rare. Especially those involved in overseas Trade, who occasionally dabble in piracy. Winning means double the profits—how could anyone resist?

It's fair to say that at least a third of the people in the entire City of Wealth are aligned with the Evil Alignment.

It's just that the degree of Evil they've deviated from isn't very high!

As for the merchants in the Neutral Alignment, they've all had blood on their hands and lives on their hands. It's impossible for them to be completely clean, and they don't bother to check their own Alignment, so they can't be sure if they've sided with Evil. Whether they've sided with Evil or not, their hands are certainly not clean, and if a Paladin takes a dislike to them and decides to kill them, that would be truly terrible luck!

It's actually getting late.

This should have been the time for prostitutes and streetwalkers to solicit customers, but now the entire City of Wealth is eerily quiet. Fights and brawls are nowhere to be seen. Prostitution and giggling are gone, all the underground casinos are closed, and all sorts of shady characters—anyone with a criminal record or blood on their hands—have gone into hiding. Local gangs are cowering and hiding. At least half the shops on this once bustling street are closed, and the owners of the remaining half are practically nowhere to be seen.

This is the power of Paladin!

Because they are truly kind! They cannot tolerate Evil! They are guardians of Justice!

pity.

Half of this world is Evil.

Everyone wavers between good and Evil; even those in the Neutral Alignment only differ slightly in their left-right inclinations.

This is City of Wealth.

In the pursuit of wealth, many people have undoubtedly resorted to shady means, even taking lives at their hands. Few here consider themselves completely clean, so upon seeing the Paladin appear, their first reaction was to frown, followed by fear, and then to turn and flee.

Because it's the [Silver Knights] who have appeared!

They are the most powerful Paladin organization in the world. Those seemingly dashing silver knights are not just for show; at least half of them are high-level professionals. If they suddenly went mad and unleashed a massive Detect Alignment, the entire City of Wealth would be bathed in a bloody light amidst its golden splendor.

People from all walks of life are contacting the City Hall, hoping they will expel these Paladin.

Unfortunately, no one dared to do that.

Because also appearing was the current Boss the Paladin, the legendary [Silver Hand]!

The Paladin at the head of the group was of indeterminate age, but his face was resolute. He frowned as he stared at the commotion ahead, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Lord Silver Hand!"

Behind him, a young knight with an indignant expression said in a deep voice, "Shouldn't we Purify this filthy city? I've seen far too many Evil people!..."

The Silver Hand frowned. He turned to look at him and said sternly, "Shut up. Don't talk nonsense like that!"

"Our mission is to destroy that Evil, Fear God Child!... He has already killed thousands!... A town and five villages have vanished because of him!..."

"This is our mission. We'll go back after we complete it."

The atmosphere became oppressive and heavy.

Some of the young Paladin who had just come out on a mission couldn't help but show indignation, seemingly unable to understand why the Silver Hand, whom they regarded as their idol, remained unmoved despite seeing so many Evil people! They naturally did not doubt the Silver Hand's piety, because if the Silver Hand could not be called Paladin, then there was no one else in the entire world who could be called Paladin!

He was devout, strong, brave, fearless, kind, humble, loyal, compassionate towards the weak, protective of women and children, and a firm believer in Justice; almost any chivalrous virtue could be used to describe him.

Because he is the Silver Hand!

The most powerful and most devout Paladin in the world!

At his waist hangs one of the world's few Artifact, the [Morningstar], whose power can only be wielded by the most Lawful Good beings!

It was as if a kind of sadness was brewing.

The silver knight walked through the ravaged streets, where there were hardly any people to be seen. Their expressions gradually turned grim and indignant, and some even pounded their chests and let out silent roars!

They don't understand!

I don't understand why someone who firmly believes in Justice and protects kindness would be treated like a plague, causing people to flee in terror.

Only the older Paladin remained composed, silently following behind the Silver Hand, as if this wasn't the first time they'd encountered such a situation.

Behind them stood young Paladin.

Sorrow gradually settled on the faces of these young people, and some even shed tears for no apparent reason. Perhaps some will leave the ranks of the Paladin in the future, but those who remain will undoubtedly be even more devout and steadfast.

The crowd ahead is gradually increasing!

Some hunched-over people emerged from the filthy alley, their faces etched with the marks of life's hardships, their bodies battered and bruised. When they saw the figures of these silver knights, a glimmer of hope appeared in their eyes. Many knelt on the ground, some even weeping and kissing the ground they had trod.

A white-haired, lame old man trudged over, trembling as he knelt before the Silver Hand, bowing his head deeply in reverence and humility, tears streaming down his face as he cried, "Justice... has finally appeared!..."

"My son... my daughter... they're all dead... they were all murdered..."

The old man choked back tears and knelt deeply on the ground.

The Silver Hand slowly bent down, humbly bowing his head to the old man before him, then helped him up, saying in a deep voice, "The Paladin never die! Justice endures!"

This sentence seems to carry boundless power.

The young Paladin, who had been extremely dejected, were instantly filled with fervor. They stood solemnly behind the Silver Hand, their gazes Perseverance as they stared at the crowd before them. Many gripped their Longsword tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force. A single sentence had awakened their passion, transforming their initial dejection into boundless motivation and Perseverance!

Only the older Paladin wore expressions of sorrow, a hint of helplessness, loss, and regret, which ultimately coalesced into Perseverance gazes fixed on the group before them.

They are the poorest people at the bottom of society, the people who are exploited, oppressed, and harmed. They are the weak and the most pitiful group of people.

They are not the perpetrators; they are the victims.

(P. S.: I didn't have enough time, and I'm not sure if it's well written, but Fututu 've done my best.) (To be continued~^~)