Rebirth Cauldron

Even after confirming that Anse was the one with the problem, Brynhild could not bring herself to feel happy.

Anse's divine spark belonged to the Life Domain, and it did not resemble that of an evil god.

What she found hardest to accept was how divine sparks identified the Chosen of the Evil God. It was far too extreme—clearly designed to make them fight to the death on the spot.

It would have been fine if the targets were all Chosen of the Evil God, but the reality might be far more complicated than imagined.

What if gods of the same lawful or good alignment fought each other to the death? Their Chosen would be nothing more than helpless pawns.

Anse had long considered this possibility. The two looked at each other in silence, both burdened by their thoughts.

He was rather fortunate that this time, they had encountered a follower of Azuth, whose faith had not overwhelmed his reason.

If it had been a follower of Tyr, one of them would definitely be lying down by now.

The Chosen are stronger than I imagined. We can't attend the Brarr Royal Family's banquet tonight, he thought.

In a place like Brarr Rock City, the odds of encountering the Chosen should not have been low. After all, they had to compete for faith, which meant casting a wide net. Even weak gods could not have only one Chosen, could they?

He could swallow that wisp of divine spark, too. Otherwise, he might easily be misunderstood whenever he went out. He could identify the Chosen using the Dice anyway, though it was terribly inefficient.

Forget it. I'll keep it for now.

He suddenly wondered: if a fight broke out and he exposed his identity as a Paladin, would the Chosen of lawful