This World Needs Deification (Seeking Rewards and Recommendation Tickets)

Naturally, the next day, Lin Yun overslept. By the time he woke up, it was almost 1 PM. Since the dwarf blacksmith might have stayed up late yesterday, he was likely still sleeping soundly, so no one woke Lin Yun up. As for his new teammates, they didn't know where Lin Yun lived specifically, so they couldn't find him even if they wanted to.

Lin Yun was still a bit groggy when he got up. For a moment, he even thought he was back in his own home. It wasn't until he saw the walls weren't painted white that Lin Yun remembered he had arrived in a magical world.

Going downstairs, Lin Yun went to a well. Although it was a magical world, this world clearly didn't have magic for running water, so Lin Yun had to go to the well and draw a bucket of water.

Lin Yun splashed the water directly onto his face. The icy water stimulated his head, finally clearing his somewhat muddled brain a little.

Lin Yun checked his character panel. Due to the long rest, most of what needed to be recovered had been. Oh, right, as a Priest, he still needed to pray to prepare spells...

A grim smile appeared on Lin Yun's face. Fortunately, the rules here weren't as troublesome as in PF, where praying and preparing spells like a wizard took a full hour. Otherwise, he would have gone crazy.

This prayer wasn't just for preparing spells; it also had role-playing elements. If Lin Yun wasn't devout enough, for example, praying while walking, he might face penalties.

As a pragmatist who only believed in what was useful... Wait, speaking of which, the Eye of Omniscience did allow him to learn both divine and arcane spells. From a certain perspective, it was very practical. Yes, he decided to believe in the Eye of Omniscience starting today.

Someone had happily decided on his true faith.

Each segment of spell preparation took one minute, and Lin Yun only had four spell slots available. So, it only took four minutes, which was quite convenient. After finishing his prayer, Lin Yun quickly ran to the forge and put on his full armor.

Well, it wasn't that the Black Iron Flexible Breastplate was finished. It was simply because Lin Yun was too tired yesterday, so the Scale Armor, helmet, and some clothes were all left here.

It's just... smelling the faint odor on his clothes, Lin Yun fell silent. He had gone through a major battle yesterday, followed by blood and poison, and then the sweat from forging. As someone with a mild obsession with cleanliness, Lin Yun didn't like this smell. Unfortunately, neither the almighty mage nor the divine priest had... spells for cleaning things.

And speaking of which, Lin Yun didn't have any spare clothes on him right now, and he certainly couldn't wear the dwarf's clothes. So... alright, Lin Yun ultimately chose to put on the clothes. Although he didn't know if it was psychological or the clothes themselves, he just felt his skin itching.

But at least, after putting on the helmet, everything was different. He hadn't noticed it before because he was wearing the helmet the whole time. He took it off while forging yesterday, and now putting it back on, he realized how strong the smell inside the helmet was...

Gritting his teeth, Lin Yun's face was full of helplessness, but he still ran towards the Adventurer's Guild. Oh, and he also took his gifts.

Well, because he had received so much money yesterday, and they hadn't taken a single cent, Lin Yun felt a bit guilty, both for himself and on his character card. Although Silent's personality was "what's mine is mine," he still felt a sense of pity for the commoners. Yes, a truly high-and-mighty noble, and from a combat perspective.

So after receiving the gold coins yesterday, Lin Yun spent some of them to buy them some new equipment. However, there was none for himself. One reason was that Lin Yun was already well-prepared and had backup plans. Another reason was what he said to the dwarf blacksmith yesterday: "As a blacksmith, you should use the equipment you forge."

Basically, in every game, Lin Yun would get engrossed in the life professions and craft his own equipment, becoming self-sufficient.

Speaking of which, theoretically, Lin Yun had considered whether to change his race to a Dwarf at the beginning. Among Priests, there was a special class only Dwarves could take, called Master Blacksmith. They worshipped Torag, the Creator Father, the Forge, Protection, and Father of Tactics.

Dwarves believe that Torag created the world in his great forge, hammering it into the shape he desired time and time again with his hammer. Born from stone, with fire in their bellies, the Dwarves emerged from this moment of tumbling rock and flying sparks. Torag often appears as a powerful and agile Dwarf, always busy forging weapons or shields at the forge.

He is the perfect planner, with a contingency for almost every situation. Nearly half of his Priests are Dwarves, though many humans are also inspired by him. His followers are usually skilled architects, craftsmen, and military strategists.

Guards and city watchmen sometimes pray to the Creator Father, hoping to be protected by him as they protect others. His Priests' formal attire is a heavy, worn leather blacksmith's apron that reaches below the knees, usually accompanied by a large blacksmith's hammer.

Some priests adorn their aprons with rivets, metal plates, or badges to commemorate significant events such as marriage, childbirth, or the completion of their first set of plate armor. His temples are often circular, built around a fully functional, large central forge, with anvils surrounding it. Besides religious activities, they are also used for ordinary secular work, as every act of smelting and forging is considered a prayer to Torag.

His holy book is "Hammer and Tongs: The Casting of Metal and Other Objects," usually bound with a metal cover. Burrowing animals are sacred to Torag's followers, as are all animals that inhabit caves and mountains. However, flying creatures living in these areas are considered hateful and strange, especially bats, which are particularly detested by the Church of Torag.

He sometimes conveys messages by leaving obscure riddles on stone surfaces. Earthquakes are his ultimate expression of displeasure, but those who survive them are considered blessed by him. Torag's followers particularly hate the cult of Lorgag, as his spawn constantly churn and writhe in the dark corners of the underground.

However, this animosity did not lead to better cooperation between Torag's followers and the followers of Sarenrae, mainly because many Dwarves viewed understanding and devotion to the sun as a sign of weakness.

But, on one hand, Lin Yun was still somewhat attached to the concept of being human. On the other hand, Lin Yun had deep resentment towards his own intelligence. Moreover, Lin Yun hadn't expected to receive the Master Blacksmith's Gloves, which were almost exclusively for Master Blacksmiths, right from his first appearance.

It greatly enhanced his forging ability, and the natural 20 he rolled on the first day made Lin Yun somewhat regretful. Because as a Master Blacksmith, there would definitely be bonuses to forging. And more importantly, he could easily enchant items. Not to mention anything else, just the Artisan's Blessing alone could give a +5 bonus to checks. Theoretically, it wouldn't be a big problem to forcefully forge +2 quality equipment using not-so-bad Black Iron.

Perhaps, just based on the current situation with the dwarf blacksmith, if Lin Yun, as a human, appeared as a Clan Craftsman, it would be like this. If he appeared as a Clan Craftsman using the Master Blacksmith template, this dwarf blacksmith would probably treat Lin Yun like an ancestor. Forget Black Iron; Lin Yun suspected this guy would unhesitatingly offer more precious metals for Lin Yun to use for free, just to witness something different.

And at the Adventurer's Guild, they had been waiting for Lin Yun since 8 AM... Well, to be precise, everyone except a certain young warrior had been waiting since 8 AM. That young warrior truly lived up to his unreliable image, only showing up at 9 AM, when he was dragged out by the Female Fighter who knew where he lived...

At this moment, they were gathered around a table. The female Magician was looking at a magic book, while the Female Fighter and the young warrior were practically slumped over the table, spacing out. As for the Goddess Priestess... well, should I call it meditation or prayer?

Seeing Lin Yun walking over with a large pile of things on his back, the young warrior quickly ran over and asked, "Mr. Silent, how come you..." Just as the young warrior was about to express his dissatisfaction towards Lin Yun.

He was immediately punched on the head by the Female Fighter, who then forcefully pulled his head back. "You idiot, don't you notice the smell of blood has gotten stronger? Mr. Silent must have gone to help someone else yesterday and experienced a battle. He must be very tired, which is why he's so late." At this point, should I say the Female Fighter has a very keen sense of smell, or that this world needs more cognitive biases?