Mysterious Coin

Death Divine Hall.

An ancient coin flipped back and forth across five fingers.

The nimble fingers changed their movements at will, then gave it a light flick.

Ding—

The coin flew to the center of the broad round table. It did not fall straight down, but spun round and round.

In the solemn church hall, everyone held their breath and said nothing.

The coin continued to spin rapidly, drawing every eye.

After a long while, a dignified voice finally spoke.

"This was originally the Church's most important matter, but after the Path to Godhood appeared, everyone temporarily forgot about it."

The voice fell silent.

Still, no one else spoke.

A Black Robed Man stepped forward and knelt on one knee beside the round table.

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness. This was my oversight. I, Gray Hand, offer my apologies to everyone here," he said.

Gray Hand was one of the eight bishops of the Death Holy Church.

He acknowledged his mistake in this manner.

The atmosphere in the hall eased slightly.

With a hint of concern, the Pope said, "Gray Hand, I heard that your apprentice died. Please accept my condolences."

"He failed to do his duty. He deserved to die," Gray Hand said.

"What do you plan to do next?" the Pope asked.

"I'll go in person, find the one who sabotaged the Church's great plan, and take back the card," Gray Hand said.

"Go in person? Have you already ignited your Divinity Tree?" the Pope asked.

"Not quite," Gray Hand sighed.

The people around them couldn't help whispering among themselves.

If Gray Hand went to handle this matter in person now, he would have to abandon the ignition of his Divinity Tree midway.

That was tantamount to giving up the Path to Godhood. It was the harshest form of