Chapter 7

Divine Revelation?

Captain Kalen's eyes lit up immediately.

The healing spell had greatly invigorated him. Coupled with the excitement from the good news, even his pale cheeks, pale from blood loss, had a faint blush.

"Divine Revelation? That's great, little Gret!"

Gret felt a warmth in his heart. He knew why Uncle Kalen was so happy: becoming a clergy member, even at the lowest level, meant a leap in social status for the original body, a common soldier in the city guard. From the commoner class, he would directly step into the middle class.

The most direct comparison was to look at the rough linen vests the warriors wore and the fine linen robe of the little freckled one.

Not to mention, receiving a divine revelation without being trained by the church—

A saint!

An elect!

A favorite of the gods!

A broad path to the heavens lay before him.

In this world, some people are filled with envy at others' good fortune, while others are indifferent. But Uncle Kalen was genuinely happy for the owner of this body, for the child he had watched grow up…

Gret felt a warmth in his heart and smiled in return. But the next moment, his smile froze on his face. After Uncle Kalen's excitement, he immediately asked,

"Which god?"

Gret: "…"

Right, which god? According to his medical skills, it should be the god of medicine, so, Shen Nong, Bian Que, Hua Tuo? But none of them seemed quite right. These people all had Western faces, and bringing out a Chinese god would be strange!

Or Apollo? Asclepius? …Hippocrates?

No, this is a different world. Which local gods are there… Which god is more approachable and won't strike him dead for a mistake…

Time is tight, and the requirements are high. Which god should he choose to take the blame?

I need an answer, and I need it now…

The new Gret Nordmark quickly sifted through the original owner's memories. There were a few temples in Hartland City, the temple of the war god, the temple of the spring goddess, the god of nature… The god of nature didn't seem to have a temple…

As for what these gods' domains were…

Which god had a better temper…

What was the style of the clergy…

Damn, why can't I remember…

The only thing he could feel was a throbbing pain in his head.

Gret subconsciously reached up and touched the back of his head, where a bump had formed, and it was wet, as if it was bleeding. Gret's breathing suddenly tightened, and his heart rate accelerated.

Head injury!

Amnesia!

Right, I can't remember what happened before I fainted, is this retrograde amnesia?

Is this body suffering from a concussion?

Could there be internal bleeding? In a day, three days, or half a month, will I faint again, or have a headache, nausea, vomiting, or paralysis…

There's no CT scan here…

Calm down!!

Gret forced himself to stop his wandering thoughts. Since I've been reincarnated, I won't be so unlucky. The inability to remember must be due to the memory not being fully integrated, not retrograde amnesia caused by a head injury!

Which reincarnator would be taken down by the original body's injuries! Even a bullet through the temple can heal on its own, let alone just a bump on the head…

Gret tried to encourage himself. He closed his eyes and quickly searched through the fragmented, yet incomplete memories. He wracked his brain and only found some fragments—

There was no way. Worshiping gods was something only the rich and idle could afford. The original owner, being poor, only went to worship a few times a year.

Each time, he stood in the crowd outside the temple, on tiptoe, trying to catch a glimpse of the priests' robes. Whether he could see any divine magic was a matter of luck…

Things like receiving treatment or learning to read and write from the clergy were never experienced by the original owner…

Right, in the center of Hartland City, there used to be a grand and majestic temple of the light god, with a spire taller than the opposite city lord's mansion. Now the entire temple stood empty, and the clergy were expelled three years ago…

He didn't seem to remember any other temples. Now it's simple, three to choose from.

First, eliminate the war god.

Gret glanced to the side, feeling a bit guilty. He now remembered that the young priest John was from the temple of the war god, with a shield embroidered on his robe, the simplest version of the war god's temple emblem, used by low-level priests.

Lying in front of someone's subordinate made Gret feel a lot of pressure.

Moreover, the war god, just by the name, sounds like a god of fighting. The clergy are also quick to confront you. If they find out I'm bluffing, the entire temple of priests and warriors will come after me, and I'll be cut to pieces…

Next, eliminate the spring goddess, who sounds weak and not very impressive. A god with such a name is definitely a minor deity, one who hasn't upgraded in ten thousand years. Following such a god has no future…

That leaves only the god of nature!

Great, the domain seems broad and the potential high. In many web novels he read in Wu Zhou, the god of nature often appeared as a major deity…

Gret's gaze was firm and decisive:

"The god of nature!"

"The god of nature…" Captain Kalen's fiery gaze dimmed. Around Wu Zhou, Raymond, the archer Thorne, the shield warrior Wally, and the freckled young priest John all sighed in disappointment.

Gret's heart skipped a beat. He was all too familiar with this look. In his previous life, every time he made a choice that wasn't the best but was the best he could do at the time, he would see this look from others. From his mentor, his mother, his ex-girlfriend…

"Not continuing your Ph.D.? Well, your family is indeed in a difficult situation… So be it!"

"Emergency room? …It's indeed hard to stay at the provincial hospital, so the emergency room it is!"

"Going to Africa for a year? Just to get promoted faster? …Alright, as you wish!"

It seems the god of nature isn't a very good choice…

Can I still change it to the war god?

Or the spring goddess?

He missed his chance to change his answer. After Captain Kalen's disappointment, he immediately clasped his hands and murmured a prayer: "Thank the god of nature for his grace…"

"Thank the god of nature for his grace!" The warriors around Gret, regardless of their faith, chorused in unison.

Even the freckled young priest solemnly bowed his head, showing respect to the god of nature.

Gret was silent.

A word spoken is past recalling.

Saying it was the god of nature, he couldn't change it— or change the god.

Digging a hole feels good at first, but filling it is like a funeral. He needed to think carefully about how to continue his relationship with the god of nature, to gain benefits without being exposed…

Just as he thought this, the group finished their prayers and looked at him with burning eyes. Raymond, Captain Kalen's nephew, led the questioning,

"Little Gret, what do we do next? Should we continue forward?"

Gret snapped back to reality.

He quickly looked around. Except for Captain Kalen, who was severely injured and resting with his eyes closed, and the freckled one who was indifferent and following the group, the others—Raymond, the archer Thorne, and the shield warrior Wally—were all looking at him expectantly.

It seemed the decision to move forward or retreat was up to him.

No way…

This divine revelation, it, it's fake!