Pett Chinar

Pett Chinar

"No, no. Let me sort through this properly. Which step went wrong and caused the mutation?"

The first time he responded to a believer, an entirely unforeseen accident had occurred. Noven tried to reconstruct the process.

"First, a believer sends me a prayer. I can choose to answer it or ignore it. No problem there."

"Second, if I receive the information sent by the believer, I can instantly grasp all relevant information about what they want through my authority. No problem there either."

"Third, I can choose to respond to the believer and use divine power to grant the relevant ability..."

"Huh? Wait, that's not right!"

As he recalled the step that had caused the mutation, Noven suddenly noticed a problem he had previously overlooked.

"I originally thought the effect of granting divine power was to directly transfer the corresponding ability to the believer, like imparting power through initiation and turning an ordinary person into an unparalleled master."

"But... the actual effect doesn't seem to be letting ordinary people instantly master the relevant ability like I can. It gives them permission to use it whenever they want!"

"Right! What believers need divine power for in this process isn't learning—it's using it!"

Noven was suddenly enlightened.

His experience using all kinds of technological products in his previous life made him realize the difference between the two.

The abilities Noven granted believers were not directly sent to them face-to-face like a quick transfer. What he truly gave them was merely a "license credential" that allowed them to use those abilities.

Even if believers themselves had not mastered the relevant abilities, with this license credential, they could consume Noven's divine power to complete the corresponding spellcasting!

To put it another way, in Noven's former world, ordinary people did not need to understand how phones worked. As long as they pressed the right button, all the actual calculations were completed by the hardware behind the scenes, while ordinary people only saw the final result!

"So, when the gods of this world supposedly grant power to mortals, perhaps the truth is that mortals are only temporarily given permission to use that power by drawing on the god's divine power. They haven't truly acquired the actual ability..."

"...And because the divine power of an evil god like me contains a great deal of chaotic and dangerous influence, when mortals send me requests to use my divine power for spellcasting, the divine power I expend follows that request and affects them, causing mutations!"

"If that's the case, then there's a way out of this!"

Inside a sinister underground cavern that had been reduced to a complete mess.

Pett Chinar had only one thought right now: regret. Deep, overwhelming regret!

He must have been possessed by a demon earlier. Why had he believed that black-robed man's nonsense?

A few hours ago, he had still been the dead-last student dragging down the average at Caron Academy's Arcane School, wracking his brains and suffering headaches as he tried to master a third-tier spell.

So how had he suddenly gotten caught up in a life-or-death situation?

Before him, a horrifying mass of flesh covered in tumors, mouths, and eyeballs had grown into a colossal monster by constantly devouring humans. It waved its tentacles as if playing with mice, not immediately snatching up and tearing apart the last few remaining "pieces of food," but slowly compressing their space to survive step by step.

The fact that Pett had not wet himself on the spot already proved he was brave!

A few days ago, he had seen a notice on the bulletin board claiming there was a way to quickly master third-tier spells and become an advanced spellcaster. Most importantly, it said that as long as one met the requirements, it did not matter even if one's affinity with the Goddess of Magic was insufficient.

Desperate people grasped at straws, and Pett had actually believed that nonsense. Following the contact information left on the notice, he arrived at the meeting place at the appointed time. After learning why he had come, a mysterious black-robed man told him to put on a black robe as well and said he would take him to a so-called "secret gathering."

Now that he had personally witnessed the black-robed man who had led him here becoming a "component" of that terrifying mutated monster's body, how could Pett not realize he had boarded a pirate ship?

"Goddess of Magic above! No, any god will do! Can someone please save me?!"

Pett knew exactly what he was capable of. He could pass himself off as an academic mage, muddle through assessments, and put on a show of conducting magical research. But actual combat? Give him a break!

He probably could not even defeat a small first-tier monster, let alone this mutated creature, which felt at least third-tier just from the oppressive aura it exuded!

A first-tier professional could usually easily take down a strong adult of normal build. As for third-tier beings, if a monster of that level appeared in a small village inhabited by ordinary people, it could threaten to slaughter the entire village. Only by gathering a huge sum of money to hire a nearby church or high-tier professionals for an expedition would they have any chance of eliminating it.

Just as Pett Chinar had completely lost hope and was preparing to close his eyes and wait for death in a somewhat dignified pose, a crisp voice suddenly rang out in his mind:

[Ding!]

[Detected that a believer is facing grave danger. Searching for a solution.]

[Search complete. Mission issued.]

[Mission Objective:

Learn the spell [Hada's Hunger] (Current Progress: 0%)

Eliminate the divine spawn mutant (Current Progress: 0/1)

]

The sudden information that appeared in his mind initially filled Pett with wild joy. He thought some special god had truly heard his plea, taken a liking to him, and intended to grant him power to help him survive this crisis. But after reading the actual contents, his heart sank halfway.

"What? Me? You want me to learn a third-tier spell right here and now?"

Never before had Pett regretted his low affinity with the Goddess of Magic so much. He was indeed a shallow believer of the Goddess of Magic, but since becoming a magic apprentice, he had spent nearly three years learning and had only barely managed to cast a few second-tier spells, all support spells like [Arcane Lock] and [Detect Thoughts].

The only one that could be considered useful in battle was [Web], but that spell could only restrain enemies and had almost no offensive power.

In this world, normal mortals who wished to learn magic had to offer their faith to the legendary Goddess of Magic. The higher a believer's affinity with the Goddess of Magic, the more clearly they could manipulate the Weave to cast spells. Conversely, if their affinity was not high enough, the Weave would seem blurry and elusive in their perception, and the more advanced and complex a spell was, the harder it became to form.

Pett was a typical case of insufficient affinity. It took him several months just to barely find a way to successfully cast a second-tier spell. As for third-tier spells, he had no clue whatsoever and did not even know where to begin.

Yet the message sent by this unknown god was trying to make him master a genuine third-tier offensive spell right now!

"Whatever god you may be! I want to save myself as you said, but I really can't do it! Could you please use another method?!" Pett cried out desperately in his mind.

The next instant, even more information flooded into Pett's mind.

"This is?!"

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