"Post? What post?"
[ A Huan ] asked with some confusion, then realized what was happening and explained to his friends whom he hadn't seen in a long time:
"I'm actually quite different from you guys..."
"Because I really died in that world, I can't access 'forums'."
"Perhaps to allow me to fully integrate into this world, my player panel has fewer features for interacting with another world, and I don't even know if I can be resurrected."
"Ah?"
A fellow soldier Soul Returner asked in astonishment:
"You mean you haven't died since you started playing the game?"
[ A Huan ] nodded:
"Yes, I'm asking you, where do you wake up after you log out of the game?"
"Of course it's my body..."
The man understood what [ A Huan ] meant halfway through his sentence.
Given that the World of Disorder is not a typical game, many previously ignored issues must be carefully considered.
Normally, players will return to their own avatars after logging out.
But [ A Huan ]'s body in another world has already been cremated and sent to the cemetery. Waking up in the small box might be more terrifying than not waking up at all.
Therefore, [ A Huan ] had long understood that if he died, he might not be able to be resurrected.
As for giving it a try...
He hadn't lived enough yet, and if he were to die protecting someone like in his previous life, he wouldn't have any complaints.
But to die for a pointless experiment, [ A Huan ] felt his life wasn't so cheap.
Upon learning that the other party could not be resurrected, [ A Huan's ] friends all became serious and composed.
It seems this kid wasn't lying before. Without the ability to resurrect, the danger level of the World of Disorder is indeed much higher than that of the real world.
Currently, the Tree Worship Church Theocracy appears to be the most peaceful and stable country in the world. However, even here, after entering the "danger zone," there is still the constant risk of being used as food by the Aberration plants.
In addition to these, there are dragons, demons, liches, vampires, Machine Spirit, time-rewinding beings, vegetative beings, orcs (animal-men), skeletons...
It was truly a gathering of brilliant minds.
"Okay, I admit I didn't think it through beforehand."
The Soul Returner and said thoughtfully:
"Then I'll read this post to you, see if it can help, after all, the reward is quite substantial."
[ A Huan ] nodded, and soon the man read aloud:
"Urgent!
"Can anyone contact the demon Duma as quickly as possible? We need to ask him some questions, and perhaps we'll need his help."
"A generous reward will be given upon completion. I'm waiting online; it's urgent."
[ A Huan ] pondered and asked:
Who posted this?
The Soul Returner glanced at the list and read out the name:
"[ Howling Pothos ]."
"Walk!"
[ A Huan ] squeezed the juice from the Angler Melon and drank it all in one gulp, then stood up with the remaining half-loaf of bread:
"This guy is pretty reliable. Leave a comment below saying you've taken this job, and I'll go find Duma right away. We'll split the commission."
"Good!"
The other four immediately stood up and followed [ A Huan ] towards the Holy Soul Hall, which had undergone some renovations.
The Holy Soul Hall, which once used the Soul Tree to monitor and restrain all priests, has been abolished, and Ed has personally severed all connections to the Soul Tree except for those of the Stained Ones.
He never thought the Soul Tree was a good invention from the beginning.
If other forces occupy the Holy City, they only need to take over the Holy Soul Hall to destroy the Soul Tree, causing the immediate death of a large number of priests and thus instantly destroying the basic administration of the Theocracy.
As for the surveillance function that the Soul Tree possessed, Ed disdained it entirely.
If surveillance were truly effective, where did all these Stained Ones come from? And how did Luxiusi and Geliwusi manage to conceal their movements?
It can only be said that the benefits this thing brought to the Holy See were far outweighed by any harm. So, not long after the Holy City was pacified, Ed personally cast a spell, using his superior status to destroy the Soul Tree system that was originally set up by four cardinals. He only preserved the part belonging to the Stained Ones and did not increase the number of Soul Tree.
He did not disclose this to the public, but intended to gradually downplay the concept of the Soul Tree.
After that, the Holy Soul Hall became the administrative center of the Holy City.
After pacifying the entire Theocracy, Duma stationed his standing Soul Returner Legion in the vicinity.
Ed issued this order not only because the garrison policy card could increase loyalty each turn, but also because the relationship between the Empire and the Alliance in the south was not peaceful.
Duma stationed his standing army here, ready to depart at any time should problems arise in the south.
Led by [ A Huan ], several newly created accounts met Duma, one of the high-ranking members of their faction.
The demon's body was now like the surface of a rock layer about to crack, radiating a chilling red light from beneath the fissures.
But what he was doing at that moment was completely at odds with his imposing appearance.
Duma was wearing a pair of specially made glasses (because he had four eyes) and was reading the documents in front of him.
His four arms each have a specific function: the lower right hand holds a pen to take notes, the lower left hand turns the pages of documents, the upper right hand holds a teacup, and the upper left hand is fanning himself with a natural fan made from a dried leaf.
This... this looks just like the old man cooling off downstairs.
Upon seeing what the legendary great demon looked like, the newbie players felt their eyelids twitch.
Meanwhile, [ A Huan ] did not forget his mission and immediately relayed what [ Howling Pothos ] had said to Duma.
Setting down his charcoal pencil, documents, teacup, and palm-leaf fan, Duma slowly raised his four eyes and pondered:
"So... they want a way to summon me?"
"Yes."
[ A Huan ] added:
"They said you'd better intimidate the young viscount to solidify their identity as northern mountain people and make it easier for them to carry out their subsequent actions."
"As for your appearance fee... if they can't afford it now, they're willing to sign a contract with you and pay it back gradually."
Duma's lower left eye darted around, then rolled upwards as he fell into a brief moment of thought:
"Hmm, is the Son of God aware of this matter?"
Before [ A Huan ] could respond, a voice echoed in Duma's mind:
"Just go for it."
"I see."
[ A Huan ] didn't know what Duma had found out, and thought that the other party had agreed. But unexpectedly, the demon disappeared from his seat in an instant, leaving only a few embers that gradually dissipated.
What's going on?
[ A Huan ] and the others were stunned for a moment, while the player who had read the post thought for a moment and said:
"Has he already gone?"