New Uses for Knowledge Points

The next day, when another coworker approached Brandon wearing an expression that said, "I'm only telling you this secret," and asked whether he had time because he wanted to introduce him to a great god, Brandon nearly lost it.

[My Lord's Truth Illuminates the Earth] could be completed repeatedly, but there was a limit on the number of times it could be done within a certain period.

Each person could only receive the reward from this quest once per week.

Brandon had originally planned it all out. Every coworker at the Rolling Bolt Workshop he got along with was a potential target for farming rewards. At a rate of one per week, he could have farmed at least dozens of Knowledge Points.

Well, that plan was ruined!

The faith had gone around the workshop and come right back to him!

Brandon shook his head helplessly. "You want to introduce me to Noven, the God of Knowledge, right? I'm already one of His followers."

If nothing unexpected happened, the entire workshop had probably already been converted.

Brandon's reward-farming plan through proselytizing had ended almost as soon as it began.

He had thought of rapidly farming Knowledge Points through quest rewards, and clearly, after receiving the benefits, the others he had converted could think of it too.

Besides, Noven was different from the preaching of those churches.

To become a follower of another god, one had to specifically visit that god's church ritual grounds and follow a priest's guidance step by step.

With Noven, proselytizing could be completed anywhere—at home, in the workshop, or in a tavern!

Not to mention, the targets of such proselytizing often had relationships like friends and family that served as bonuses.

The success rate was far higher than church preaching.

It was inevitable that the faith would spread from person to person.

Brandon sized the man up and asked curiously:

"Huh? Right, I remember you saying before that you weren't considering becoming a professional. What, did you change your mind?"

This coworker trying to convert Brandon was in a different situation from him.

According to the man himself, he had no intention of becoming a professional.

The reason could be summed up in two words:

Afraid of dying.

Although becoming a professional gave one higher status and greater strength than ordinary people,

the corresponding truth was:

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Ordinary people could work from sunrise to sunset in the safety of the city, earn a living, marry, have children, and spend their lives peacefully and safely.

Professionals were different.

The Prantis Continent was not safe.

Or rather, only within cities protected by the various gods' churches could one be considered safe.

Beyond the cities lay wildernesses, forests, swamps, caverns, deserts, and snowy plains, all fraught with danger.

All sorts of terrifying magical creatures lurked within them.

Those places were their home ground.

According to the major churches, magical creatures were grotesque sins twisted and transformed by the influence of evil gods' aura.

They were chaotic. They were mad.

The magical creatures sought to destroy order and civilization.

Every so often, hordes of magical creatures would attempt to assault the towns where civilized races gathered.

If professionals wanted to enjoy high status and generous treatment, they had to leave the protection of the cities and venture out to hunt and eliminate magical creatures.

In battle, they could be injured. They could die.

Not everyone could accept such a path of high risks and high rewards. At least, that was true for most people in Greenport's Lower District.

Though they often talked about what they would do once they became professionals and how they would accomplish great things,

when it came to disregarding life and death and trading their lives for money,

ninety-nine percent of them did not dare to actually do it.

Brandon's coworker was one such person.

He had no intention of becoming a professional. He only planned to earn some money in Greenport while he was young, then return to his hometown in the Rayak Kingdom to live.

The coworker grinned smugly.

"Hehe, Brandon, your faith in the God of Knowledge isn't devout enough!"

"It's obvious you know far too little about Him!"

"Who said that just because I don't plan to become a professional, I can't worship the great Noven, God of Knowledge?"

Brandon did not understand. "The knowledge the God of Knowledge granted me was all about how to train as a first-rank warrior. If you don't plan to leave the city and hunt magical creatures, what use is that knowledge to you?"

His coworker shook his head smugly.

"Wrong! Wrong!"

"Broaden your mind, Brandon!"

"What is the power of the God of Knowledge?"

"He grants His followers the information and knowledge they need!"

"Who ever told you that knowledge had to be limited to professional training?"

"Last night, I suddenly had the idea to try making myself dinner. But you know me—I can't cook at all."

Brandon did know that.

He had once held a barbecue gathering on Greenport's shore with coworkers and friends. What this guy grilled could not even be called food. At best, it was lumps of charcoal.

When it came to cooking, the man seemed completely incapable of understanding what "heat control" meant. The upper limit of his ability was probably slicing open a cured ham; anything more complicated was beyond him.

Normally, he relied entirely on the various food stalls in the Lower District for his meals.

"So I thought, since praying to the God of Knowledge gets a response, why not ask the god what I needed to do to make proper food?"

"Huh?"

Brandon was dumbfounded.

"And the God of Knowledge really answered me!"

"I only used one Knowledge Point and received a complete cooking guide!"

"Most importantly, this cooking guide wasn't like the ones I bought on the market. As I followed it step by step, I could receive reminders at any time telling me how much of each step I had completed!"

"All I had to do was move on to the next step the moment the progress reached exactly 100%!"

"With just one attempt, I personally made the first normal and delicious dinner of my life!"

"Can other gods do that?"

After hearing his coworker's explanation, Brandon felt as if the door to a new world had opened before him!

He understood why the faith of the God of Knowledge had spread so quickly, expanding in less than a single day.

He had only thought of praying to Noven in exchange for knowledge about becoming a professional.

At the time, Brandon had only felt that the God of Knowledge was a truly great god for those who wished to become professionals, because He drastically lowered the threshold for becoming one.

But his coworker's approach had uncovered another use for Knowledge Points.

Everyday uses!

That was the core reason the faith of the God of Knowledge was spreading so rapidly!

Many people in Greenport's Lower District had no plans to become professionals.

If Noven could only provide knowledge and guidance related to professional training, then His appeal would definitely be inferior to Navar, the God of Radiance.

Navar did not personally answer the prayers of individual followers, but the blessing He granted—keeping people healthy and protecting them from magical creatures' aura—was genuinely useful to ordinary people.

If faith in the God of Knowledge could also help in the everyday lives of ordinary people,

then its appeal would be entirely different!