The Rotting Sand Tower United Kingdom (Part 2)

The Rotting Sand Tower United Kingdom consisted of over a hundred sand towers.

After several months of study, Naraku had gained a basic grasp of the power of rot.

He could now collect various corpses and plants, then transform them into food for the Molo Clan using the art of rot.

But this was only the lowest form of the art of rot.

He wanted to learn more advanced forms, which would grant him powerful survival abilities and help him become a great Temple Messenger.

But becoming a Temple Messenger required studying dry, tedious history, something almost every member of the Molo Clan disliked.

People cared more about practical matters.

That was why he had come to the Sand Tower underground city.

The vast, complex underground city was like a giant maze. Even after living there for several months, Naraku still often got lost.

Today, he had spent all the gems he had saved over the past few months to buy the temple's courses.

Beneath the sand towers flowed an underground river. Its water was distributed according to need, so Naraku had temporarily put his survival worries behind him. This was also why everyone wanted to live in a sand tower.

The temple was responsible only for teaching the courses. Whether they passed the examinations and became clerics depended on each person's ability.

"To become an excellent cleric, you need sufficient knowledge. Historical research suggests that about seven hundred and fifty years ago, our Molo Clan finally gained true freedom. Five hundred and fifty years later, the great God of Rot was born."

The cleric lectured on things unrelated to everyday life.

Most members of the Molo Clan had no interest in this at all, and could only memorize it by rote.

But Naraku thought it all seemed... rather interesting.