When he left the church, it was already noon. The sun hung in the sky like a massive disk, radiating an unbearably intense heat.
Obviously, the Floating Whale was now basking in the sunlight.
“Today, it might get dark a little later than usual…” A long-established life pattern flashed through Nais’ mind, and he soon ford a plan for where to go next.
“The current trouble points are Op and the village guards.”
“Op has secretly done so things that violate the church’s taboos, and the village guards are very likely scheming sothing in secret, to the point that summoning demons is being used as a cover.”
“In three days, the interns—a priest and a holy knight—will arrive. They will most likely co to investigate .”
“I need to find a way to resolve so of these issues within three days to better align with the upcoming plans.”
Nais analyzed the current situation rationally. What he needed most right now was the power of faith.
Only with enough faith power could he continue to decipher the numbers of the divine persona and climb higher.
“Under the current circumstances, I need sufficient support. Otherwise, even if I uncover Op’s secret violations, I won’t be able to cover them up or alter them on my own. The church would still keep a record of it.” A decision gradually ford in Nais’ mind.
Op was relatively powerful and influential. Out of over a hundred households in the village, most depended on him for their livelihood and resources.
He also had the economic ans to control quite a few ‘supernaturals.’
The simplest example was the caravan.
Given the dangerous environnt outside the village, that caravan must have multiple supernaturals accompanying it.
“So, I still need to focus on the village guards’ plans first and extract enough ‘power’ from them.”
Nais then headed toward the outskirts of the village, deciding to open a breakthrough from the village guards.
The village guards generally lived on the village’s edges, where usually one or two reserve village guards would also be stationed.
They were people stripped of their identities, always lingering on the edge of danger.
For such people, getting them to talk was both easy and difficult.
The easy part was that these people had lost everything and had beco a kind of ‘tool.’
The difficult part was also that they had nothing left.
In a sense, the village guards were contract-bound ghosts. They did not have lives of their own, so they generally had no needs.
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When Nais arrived at the village edge, he heard continuous howling not far away.
The bushes rustled, and then a sowhat scruffy young man stepped out. He wore gloves and was holding a black-furred creature.
The mont he appeared, the young man saw Nais and instinctively stepped back, placing his hand on his waist. The hand holding the creature was hidden behind his back.
But soon, he recognized Nais and lowered his guard, bowing his head as he called out, “Lord Nais.”
After greeting, the young man prepared to leave.
“What is your na?” Nais’ voice interrupted his movent.
“Village guards have no nas…”
“Do you know that even demons have true nas?” Nais didn’t wait for the young man to say those aningless words but instead began sharing so knowledge about demons.
“Demons’ origins may be wandering souls from the material plane.”
“Their existence is polluted by the Abyss, capturing them. Later, when the Abyss transforms them into demons, it grants them true nas.”
“So for wandering souls, becoming a demon is, in fact, a form of rebirth!”
“Do you desire a na, young man?” Nais’ voice seed to hold so magic, stirring the young man’s desires.
Village guards were not truly without desires; they were only forced into having none.
Especially this young man before him.
The mont Nais saw him, he decided to use him as a target for temptation.
Youth implied a high chance he was deed useless not because of himself but for other reasons and that he likely had not accepted his fate.
The fact that the first reaction to problems was to grab a weapon showed a strong fighting spirit and an inner unwillingness to submit.
Moreover, earlier, he had been brutally killing. Nais clearly saw that negative resentnt!
The black-furred creature in his hand was called a Nest Beast.
Nest Beasts were creatures that threatened villagers’ safety.
They were covered in black fur, skilled at hiding, crouching in dark corners, waiting for the chance to leap onto humans. Then their black fur would embed into the person’s body.
Once embedded, the black fur would start to lurk inside and turn the human into a nest.
In essence, the black fur was a kind of biological embryo, which is how the Nest Beast got its na.
The village guards’ most important task was to defend against creatures like the Nest Beast that posed a huge threat to humans.
They needed to use their sensitive noses to sniff out the scent of these pests around the village and eradicate them in advance.
Generally, village guards would shoot such creatures with one arrow and bury them on the spot.
But this young man did not do that.
Nais looked at the Nest Beast’s body. It was still alive. The young man’s arrow, whether intentional or not, had hit the beast’s leg, and the rest of its body was covered with neat cuts made by small knives.
Between the black fur, so coarse salt powder was faintly visible.
“Village guard…” The young man shuddered but still prepared to recite the village guard code.
As a reserve village guard, he was also bound by a contract, with certain clauses that, if violated, would cause painful tornt.
For example, being dissatisfied with the village guard identity and harboring rebellious thoughts.
Once clearly expressed, it would violate the contract.
But at that mont, the young man lifted his head. He stared directly at Nais. Although he spoke the code, his eyes seed to hold a certain power.
The next mont, Nais raised his sword and thrust it straight out, instantly piercing the young man’s body.
The sudden attack left the young man no ti to react.
The knight sword easily penetrated his body, leaving a hole.
Around Nais, strands of ropes erged, resembling dark, deep tentacles segnt by segnt.
One of the ropes writhed as if sensing sothing, then slithered along the knight sword into the young man’s body, filling the hole left by the sword.
At this mont, the young man clearly felt that the village guard contract inside him was being restrained by another power.
He slightly broke free from the cage.
“Pur, in the demonic language ans ‘to raise one’s head.’ This will be your new na.” The countless ropes retracted and gradually disappeared, and Nais’ voice sounded at this mont.
“From now on, I am your Abyss!”
The young man trembled all over, staring at Nais but already kneeling on the ground.
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