Fall of the Gods

"Where is this?"

Su Chen opened his eyes and looked around in a daze.

Unfamiliar restored eaves, goose-down quilts, a wide bed.

Everything was so unfamiliar.

"Ugh, it hurts..."

Su Chen covered his head as memories continuously surged in his mind.

A runaway dump truck, parents and his past self voluntarily offering their souls to the gods, a mysterious wizard.

A seaside town, a fishmonger, a well-to-do family background.

A transmigrated soul, a lonely home.

"Wizards, believer sacrifices—I feel like I've seen this scene somewhere before."

After a long while, Su Chen came to his senses, rubbed his head, and fell into memories.

"No way, I didn't actually transmigrate into that ghost of a game, did I?"

Suddenly, his expression turned ugly because he remembered when he last saw this scene.

It was the historical cinematic of Radiance of Truth, his favorite game from his past life: the first act of the rise of wizards, the fall of the gods.

The game was fun and all, but only as a game.

To the weak truly living within it, it was like a living purgatory.

"Panel."

With an ugly expression, Su Chen tried to summon the game panel.

[Name: Lor Rokes
Age: 12 years old
Physique: 0.7
Spirit: 1.5
Psionic Energy: 0
Sorcery: None
Meditation Talent: Grade 1.
Charge Points: 0 points, 0%]

"Good thing the game panel is still here."

Su Chen—no, Lor—heaved a sigh of relief, looked at his youthful hands, and began to ponder how to walk his future path.

"Because the seaside town where I am is too remote, it will probably take at least half a year before a wizard comes to take over the temple and test for talent."

"What I need to do most right now is acquire enough charge points before the wizard arrives, and push my meditation talent to Grade 5 as much as possible."

"If there is any left over, I'll raise my physique a bit to protect myself. As for spiritual power, there's no rush to raise it yet."

Charge points could upgrade anything shown on the panel, only consuming varying amounts of points.

A Grade 5 meditation talent was the highest wizard talent that ordinary people could naturally be born with, and it was quite sought-after.

As for anything higher, it would attract a large number of wizards to pursue it, though they usually ended up staying on the wizards' experimental tables.

After being dissected and studied, they were turned into specimens, displayed in halls as luxury goods, or sold for a good price.

"Still, before gathering charge points, I should bury the previous body's parents first."

Lor rubbed his brow, got up, walked out of the bedroom, and looked around.

This was a European medieval courtyard, consisting of six rooms and a yard.

Outside the yard was a two-meter-high surrounding wall.

The six rooms were two bedrooms, a living room, a storeroom, a kitchen, and a washroom.

Some salted fish were drying in the large courtyard, emitting a slight, rather unpleasant fishy odor.

Just as Lor wanted to go to his previous parents' bedroom, he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside the estate.

"Knock, knock, knock~"

"Is Master Rokes in?"

The voice was deep and rough, revealing hard-to-suppress excitement and madness in its tone.

Lor stood in place, silent for two seconds, sighed, and without replying, directly changed direction, entered the kitchen, picked up a firewood chopper, and hid behind the storeroom door.

"Master Rokes, are you home?"

"It's Barber, I'm looking for you for something."

Shout after shout poured into Lor's ears, but he turned a deaf ear, only gripping the firewood chopper tightly and standing silently behind the storeroom door.

Recalling the memories left by the previous owner, he quickly found the information on the person outside the door.

Barber was a villager from a fishing village near the town. The original owner often followed his parents to that village to collect goods, so he had some impression of him.

This man was around thirty years old, his figure neither robust nor too thin.

Lor's current body was only twelve years old, with a physique of just 0.7. If he fought head-on, he would definitely lose.

I hope he's just here to collect corpses for my parents, not to loot things, Lor thought to himself.

If Barber was just here to loot and found out he was still alive, he might not do anything and just leave.

But the greater possibility was that he would kill him and take everything away.

Lor didn't dare to gamble, so he didn't respond, choosing instead to hide behind the storeroom door and leave the choice to Barber.

"It seems Master Rokes has also been favored by the gods. I'll come tidy up your remains right now."

Outside the courtyard, Barber excitedly gripped the fish spear in his hand, ran to the side wall, threw the fish spear in first, then grabbed the top of the wall and leaped over into the courtyard.

After that, he picked up the fish spear and walked straight toward the storeroom, completely ignoring the two bedrooms.

He knew very well that these wealthy families weren't like ordinary people; they didn't hide their money in their bedrooms, but rather in the storeroom, just like the other household he had looted previously.

Behind the storeroom door, Lor listened to the approaching footsteps. His gaze gradually grew sharp, and the firewood chopper in his hand lifted slightly.

Screech.

The storeroom door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man about one meter seven tall, with yellowish hair and a fish spear in his hand, stepped hurriedly into the storeroom.

The moment he stepped in, his footsteps suddenly paused, as if surprised by the abundance of salted fish stored inside.

Right at that moment, Lor held his breath, swung his blade upward, and slashed straight at Barber's neck.

Whoosh.

The sound of the chopping knife cutting through the air startled the distracted Barber, who turned his head to look.

However, his head had only turned halfway, before he could even see what was behind him, a blade landed on his neck.

Fresh blood sprayed out, splashing all over Lor's face.

The rich smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, but Lor only felt hot-headed at the moment, without a single shred of perception.

He ran out of the storeroom quickly, shut the door tightly, and pulled the latch hard.

He didn't know how deep his slash had been or how much longer Barber could live.

Still, he made up his mind to keep pulling the latch and go nowhere else for the next half hour.

At first, Lor could still hear some movement inside the door and the "thumping" sound of door-bashing.

Yet after only about two minutes, it fell silent.

For the next twenty minutes or so, apart from the increasingly rich smell of blood coming from through the door, there was no other movement at all.

It should be over... Ugh~

The heat in his head gradually cooled down, and smelling the pungent scent of blood, he immediately began to retch.

After a good while, having recovered somewhat, Lor pushed the door open into a crack.

Inside the door, Barber lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, looking as though he had died with lingering grievances.

"He really died."

Lor breathed a sigh of relief, forced down his nausea as he drew closer, and just as he was about to move the corpse into the kitchen to be cremated, he suddenly noticed the abnormal bulge on Barber's chest.

He immediately turned back to pick up the firewood chopper he had thrown outside the door earlier and pried open the clothes on Barber's chest.

An inconspicuous linen bundle came into view.

With a gentle slice of the firewood chopper against the linen bundle, a dozen shiny gold coins and over a dozen silver coins immediately spilled out from the gap.

"Greed truly knows no bounds!"

Looking at the shining gold and silver coins, Lor sighed.

A single gold coin was enough for an ordinary commoner to live on for five months.

A single silver coin was also enough for half a month.

With so much harvest, if Barber had stopped right there, it would have been enough to keep him worry-free for the rest of his life.

Yet he still wanted more, and as a result, he ended up lying in the storeroom.

I must take this as a warning and not let greed blind my eyes. This world is very dangerous.

Lor admonished himself in his heart.

Then he took the linen bag and set it aside, dragged Barber's corpse into the courtyard for cremation, boiled some water to take a bath, and finally buried the bodies of the original owner's parents in the northeast corner of the courtyard.

Cremating Barber took a very long time, but it was something he had to do; otherwise, heaven knew what messy reason he might use to resurrect in the future.

When all of this was done, it was almost dark.

Once I have charge points, I'd better add to my physique first. Rubbing his sore hands, Lor changed his initial thought.

Perhaps because he had lit a fire in the kitchen, no one else came to knock on his door for the entire afternoon.

This made his tense mood for the day relax a little.

Taking advantage of his free time, he briefly took stock of his assets.

Added to the ones Barber sent, there were ninety-five gold coins, two hundred eighty silver coins, and eighty-nine copper coins in total.

All in all, it added up to a full one hundred twenty-three gold coins and eight silver coins, which definitely counted as wealthy.

When tomorrow comes, once the knights and barons of the temple who believe in benevolent deities react and begin restoring order, I can go buy live fish containing trace elements. Lohr pondered inwardly to himself.

Buying live fish containing trace elements was in order to slaughter them to obtain Charge Points, then make them into salted fish and sell them to the caravan to break even, or even make a small profit.

An industrial chain could be formed starting right here.

Grinding for half a year, as long as his luck wasn't too bad, he could somehow upgrade his meditation talent to level five.