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"That is a god born from chaos, the object of my faith—God of Redemption!"

Wu Ming spoke in the voice of a holy charlatan. "He protects the souls of all believers. Before Him, every being is an ant! What do you think you amount to before our God?"

"Nothing at all!"

Fafnir showed no sign of dejection. Instead, an eager light gleamed in her eyes. "I want to know more! More about this god! My lord, could you baptize me? I want to join your Church of Salvation!"

"The church belongs neither to me nor to any of its followers. It belongs only to God!"

Wu Ming smiled. "Of course... I'm very pleased to see your interest in the doctrines of God of Redemption. If you want to know, I'll tell you everything!"

Inwardly, he laughed to himself.

Because she relied so heavily on her mental power, Fafnir, the Mind Witch, was practically helpless in both body and mind when she encountered a being whose mental power surpassed her own.

If he wanted, he could have planted a slave seed in her soul just now and gained himself a female slave.

But now? Turning her into a fanatical follower of God of Redemption wasn't a bad idea either. There wasn't much difference between the two, anyway.

Only Diya looked utterly shocked.

Only now did she realize that her boss was a member of a religious sect.

Of course, if she knew that Wu Ming had founded the entire Church of Salvation himself, she would be even more shocked.

"All right, Angelina! Come meet your teacher!"

After they set a time, Fafnir came over the next day.

She had taken special care with her appearance, wearing a teal women's suit and skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and red-rimmed glasses. She looked every