Efficient Proselytizing

"Oh, I see."

The black-haired youth nodded and said, "Living is truly a difficult thing for you."

In these slums, countless families have suffered the same fate. The able-bodied men of the family are taken away and forced to work day and night in the mines, where they either die from exhaustion or from accidents. The ore stained with their blood and sweat is loaded onto cargo ships and sent to the factories of Loen, where it is turned into steel and copper ingots, which become weapons to enslave them.

This family is now reduced to just the two of them, relying on each other for survival.

There wasn't much left of the porridge in the pot, so both Grandma and her grandson stopped eating, pretending to be very full so that the other could eat more.

The young man with black hair gazed at the scene, a strange light flashing in his eyes—was it nostalgia, or sorrow?

"Strange, what's going on..."

He shook his head.

My simple-structured mind should contain no superfluous emotions or memories, only the fervor to spread the Blood God faith...

The food in the pot was finally finished, and after tidying up a bit, the grandmother and grandson went about their own business. The little boy pulled out a crumpled booklet filled with Loenese, presumably his study material. The old woman glanced at it kindly, then turned and rummaged through a cabinet for a simple makeup box.

Judging from this, the old woman is going to continue looking for work on the street.

Her body was withered and filthy, her hands covered in suspicious sores. She opened the box and tried to apply white powder to her face, but the cheap cosmetics did nothing to conceal the wrinkles; instead, they made her face look rather grotesque, making one wonder if she could really attract customers looking like that. "Pay taxes according to the law, support Loen..."

"The valiant Royal Army needs the support of each and every one of us..."

The clamor came from the street outside; it was probably propaganda personnel sent by General Sanchez, shouting tirelessly over and over again.

"This seems to be the third round of taxes he's collected, right?"

The black-haired youth sneered.

"Alright, you two seem to be quite busy, so I'll just keep it brief."

He approached the two men and introduced himself, "I am a Missionary who has come to spread the glory of the Blood God."

The grandmother and grandson were busy with their own things, seemingly unaware of him at all.

"You can't see me, but my words will remain in your Subconscious... Oh, don't misunderstand, I'm not like those evil god followers who use Hypnosis or similar methods to force you to believe. I'm just giving you a chance to Consciousness remember the name of the Blood God... After all, this is the most efficient way to proselytize."

"If one day you truly need the Blood God, you will naturally remember His Honorific Name."

"By then, if you are ready to call upon Him, pray aloud. No matter how desperate the situation, He will come to you," the black-haired youth said calmly. "Alright, I have to go elsewhere to preach, so I won't disturb you any longer. Good luck."

He said goodbye to the two men, turned and walked out of the dilapidated hut, returning to the street. Right next to the hut, a figure emerged from a nearby house; black hair, black eyes, ordinary appearance, and identical clothes and face to his.

"Hello."

Li Chong greeted his other self.

"Hello."

The other party responded with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Missionary work."

"Wow, what a coincidence, I'm also doing missionary work!"

"Yes, what a coincidence! By the way, which deity's religion do you follow?"

"That's the Blood God, of course."

"What a coincidence! I'm Blood God too! Brother, what else is there to say? Blood God is awesome."

"Blood God is awesome." The two were having an almost abstract conversation as they walked along the muddy roads of the slums. Along the way, figures with black hair and black eyes kept emerging from the houses along the street and joining them.

The group marched forward in a grand procession, then dispersed again at the next block. Each person chose a location, went directly there to preach, and left a lasting impression on the people's Subconscious.

The Honorific Name of the Blood God thus quietly spread throughout the entire city.

It's as if invisible seeds have been buried deep in the soil, waiting for the right moment to sprout.

The Fog Sea, a dangerous area that deviates from safe shipping lanes.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Storm raged on, lightning struck repeatedly, and giant waves rose as high as mountains. Strange phenomena also occurred from time to time, enough to bring extreme destruction to those affected.

Two sailboats of vastly different styles bobbed up and down in the waves, weathering one terrible Catastrophe after another, yet still steadily making their way toward their destination.

In the Captain's Cabin of the Black Throne.

"Sizzle..."

On the floor, a Flesh body was gradually being repaired. Its exterior was covered in white skin, its outline became more complete, increasingly resembling a normal human. The facial features, after shifting from side to side, became delicate and charming... In short, it was successfully transforming into a beautiful human woman. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Unfortunately, this beautiful body began to collapse before it was even finished. Bloody, Curse growths emerged from beneath the smooth, white skin, unleashing their malice.

"It still doesn't work."

Seeing this, Luther shook his head, "There will always be remnants of the Curse..."

Standing beside him was a feminine version of himself, wearing the "Wreath of Desolation" on his head, his eyes filled with loving light.

That's right, Luther is trying to use this Sealed Artifact to create a body.

He thought that Cecilia's soul was complete, and if there could be a body that perfectly matched her soul, she should be able to be resurrected. However, the negative effects of the "Wreath of Desolation" were too strong, and it was impossible to create a suitable body.

It seems that only by ascending to True God and using omnipotent authority can a completely pure and perfectly suited body for Cecilia be created...

Luther shook his head, raised his hand and waved it. The body and his feminine self were Destruction by invisible Flesh and Blood Magic, melting into flowing blood that flowed into the Sea through the window.

He picked up the old-fashioned laurel wreath, carefully put it away, and then sat back down in the Captain's Cabin chair.

Looking out the window, all I see are the same old Storm and giant waves.

Sailing days are always tedious and monotonous, but because one never knows when a crisis might arise or when Roselle’s Mausoleum might be discovered, one cannot leave at will. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

What should I do...?

Oh, right.

As if remembering something, Luther pulled out a stack of Parchment from his pocket.

I haven't finished reading Roselle's Diary that Klein shared with me yet, but since I have some free time, I'll wrap it up here.