I Really Am a Little Smarty-Pants (Seeking Recommendation Votes!)

The Church of the Goddess of Harvest was not wealthy.

Although the number of people who believed in the Goddess of Harvest was the largest among the three major sects, these people were mostly commoners, and the vast majority were farmers, so the money donated to the Church of the Goddess of Harvest was not much.

Especially in Chaos City, which was a city with developed trade, the food here mainly came from purchases within the empire, and it was not a grain-producing city itself.

Therefore, there were even fewer people who believed in the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.

Consequently, the Goddess church located in the southern part of Chaos City appeared somewhat shabby.

Except for the main hall of the church, the side halls on both sides, and the living area for church personnel in the back, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest had no other extra buildings.

This formed a sharp contrast with the magnificent Church of the God of War and the Church of the God of Healing on the other two streets.

Therefore, when the brightly dressed Ron walked into the church, he immediately attracted the attention of the priest presiding over the prayer at the front.

The priest gave a wink to the missionary next to him, and the missionary immediately understood, silently walking to the side of Ron, who had already sat down on a bench.

"Sir, is there anything you need?" the missionary asked in a low voice, leaning over.

Ron smiled and shook his head. The missionary immediately fell silent, but he did not leave, just standing silently to the side, waiting for instructions at any time.

Ron sat upright on the bench, reached out to draw the symbol of an ear of wheat on his chest, and then closed his eyes, following the priest in front to pray.

Half an hour later, Ron got up and went to the side hall, dropping 50 gold coins into the donation box.

The missionary who had followed him all the way stood behind Ron, watching with a dazed expression as each gold coin fell into the donation box. The sound of gold coins clinking in his ears felt like it was striking his own heart.

50 gold coins.

The church's monthly donations were estimated to be just this amount.

This was a truly wealthy man!

So, while Ron had not yet left, the missionary immediately trotted back to the main hall and whispered a few words into the priest's ear.

Then the priest hurriedly paused the prayer and immediately came to the side hall, arriving in front of Ron before he left.

"Hello, I am Theresa, the priest of the church. I am very happy to see you here," the priest greeted politely.

Ron smiled and nodded: "Hello, I am Ron Andre. I just moved to Chaos City not long ago. After settling down recently, I couldn't wait to come to the church to pray today, which makes me feel much more at ease."

"You are truly a devout believer, and the Goddess will surely be happy to know this," the priest smiled gently. "The church can open a separate prayer room for you, or we can invite the bishop to perform a baptism for you personally. If you have any other needs, you can also come to me at any time."

"There is no need for such trouble," Ron smiled and shook his head. "In front of the Goddess, we are all equal, so there is no need to treat me specially. Besides, praying with everyone in the main hall makes me feel quite good."

The priest understood what Ron meant and nodded, saying: "Then as you wish."

Ron drew the symbol of an ear of wheat on his chest and said: "I will come again next week. Father Theresa, we will see each other next week."

The priest also drew the symbol of an ear of wheat on his chest and said devoutly: "May the radiance of the Goddess always follow you, Mr. Ron. We will see each other next week."

"Goodbye."

After Ron said goodbye again, he left the church.

"My heart aches..." Walking on the street, feeling his shrunken wallet, Ron sighed.

Fortunately, he was not particularly short of money right now. Spending 50 gold coins to get the church's attention was a very worthwhile deal.

This trip to the church could be considered an attempt by Ron, and the result was unexpectedly smooth.

Because while he was praying earlier, he successfully received a prompt from the System--

System: "Daily task triggered."

[Daily Task]--[Obtain the miracle descended by the Goddess of Harvest]:

"Specific requirements: Pray devoutly to the Goddess of Harvest and pray for the Goddess to descend a miracle."

"Task reward: The favor of the Goddess is the best reward!"

At the same time, new items appeared in the System Shop--

[Shop]

[Miracle of the Goddess of Harvest]: 10,000 wealth points to redeem once

(Temporary item, will remain in the shop until the relevant task is completed, and will be deleted after the task is completed)

"10,000 wealth points... that's a bit too expensive..." Ron looked at the System Panel with a toothache.

However, he was still quite amazed by this; he didn't expect the System to really be able to do this.

When he was praying, he just hoped that the Goddess would give him a response.

Of course, he knew that the Goddess of Harvest would certainly not be idle enough to respond to him.

But when he had a strong desire in his heart, the System would often generate related tasks and also generate items in the shop that could quickly complete the tasks.

So Ron used this point to make this attempt.

As for why he wanted to try this, it was naturally to complete the previous daily task--explaining the supply channel for his shop.

His Nether Orchid were all grown from the Dimensional Plane. If he fabricated a non-existent supplier, as long as someone with a heart investigated carefully, he would definitely show his flaws.

So Ron, who had studied various divine epics, thought of a method, which was to borrow the name of a deity to take the blame for his unknown supplier.

According to the information Ron understood, the deities of this world seemed to be real.

They spend most of their time in deep slumber, only occasionally responding to their devout believers.

And this "occasionally" is usually measured in units of centuries or millennia.

Therefore, Ron was not at all worried that his blasphemous behavior would provoke the wrath of the Goddess of Harvest.

However, this item provided by the system...

Could this miracle of the Goddess of Harvest... actually be the real deal? Ron asked in his heart.

System: "Products from the system are guaranteed to be authentic."

"But I don't need that..." Ron said, speechless. "I just wanted a fake prop to fool others."

System: "The church has specific methods to verify the authenticity of a miracle. If it were a fake, the host would inevitably fail to achieve their goal."

"But wouldn't the Goddess find out then?" Ron retorted. "Am I supposed to go to her personally and ask her to take the blame for me?"

System: "The host need not worry. System products have no side effects. Anything the host does with this will not attract the attention of the Goddess of Harvest."

"It's that high-level?" Ron was a bit skeptical, but he eventually shook his head and stopped dwelling on the question.

In any case, he was still a long way from reaching 10,000 wealth points, so there was no need to rush.

During this time, he still needed to go to the church frequently to pray and donate, so as to attract the church's attention.

Once the level of attention was high enough and the wealth points had accumulated, he could then redeem the miracle at the church, which would be enough to draw a massive amount of eyes.

By then, no matter how magical the plants in the Flower Shop appeared, Ron could attribute it all to the gift of the Goddess of Harvest.

If you have the guts, why don't you go ask the Goddess yourself?

Thinking of this, Ron immediately chuckled with pride, feeling like he was quite the clever little devil.

Failure Diary:

Today, a big shot in the group posted their royalties: 5,300 before tax and 4,700 after tax, then lamented, "Being a writer is just too hard. The taxes are so high—a whole 600 gone! Just like that, my perfect attendance bonus vanished!"

At this moment, another titan in the group chimed in to denounce it: "I paid over two thousand in taxes last month! Damn it!"

I was at a loss: "Wait, so you actually have to pay taxes? Then why didn't I have to pay any on my 600 perfect attendance bonus last month?"

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