Chapter 14

The gaunt Minotaur woman was picking moss, her family of three children, each a big eater, had easily reduced her to poverty. Fortunately, they were Minotaurs and could eat grass, so even if they were poor, they wouldn't starve to death.

However, in this world, there wasn't even grass. The moss had a putrid smell, and if it weren't for the lack of options, the Minotaur woman would never choose to eat this stuff. Eating it had made her family look pale and weak, and if they accidentally contracted hernias, it would be a serious problem.

So when someone threw a bag of food in front of her and asked if she believed in 'Immortality,' the Minotaur woman fell to her knees with a thud, tightly hugging the bag of food and said excitedly, "I believe, I believe, I'll believe in 'Immortality' in any posture."

Any posture? Then kneel.

The Minotaur woman was brought to the altar: "With firm belief, King, grant her food."

Thump, thump, thump, the Minotaur woman's head hit the ground so hard that the stone bricks in front of the altar were loosened, and the Necrotic Flame rose up. A person who had been hungry for a long time was more devout in front of food than any believer.

After fifteen head-knocks, a faint blue flame rose from the Minotaur woman's body and merged into the Necrotic Flame.

As the blue flame merged into the Necrotic Flame, Ang felt a strange sensation. He felt that at that moment, the Minotaur woman, the Necrotic Flame, and himself, along with the little zombie, were connected in a network. Was this the Soul Network?

"Yes, the Soul Network. You're cheating, you're buying people's hearts!" Nigris, in his lizard form, said angrily. He had been waiting for news and hadn't left, long forgetting the rule of asking only one question a day.

Ang pointed at the Minotaur woman and said, "Devout."

Isn't it enough to have devout faith?

Nigris was speechless. Indeed, when spreading faith, small favors could have a significant effect. Even he, as the God of Knowledge, had given out some badges, like first, second, and third place in knowledge competitions.

But Ang's bag of food was not just a small favor. Even if he could temporarily win people's hearts...

Thinking about this, Nigris suddenly realized that Ang only needed to temporarily win people's hearts, which was enough. He had no concept of spreading faith, nor did he have such an idea.

He was just following Nigris's advice to verify something he couldn't confirm before.

Isn't it verified now?

"Alright, you're right. The Soul Network has indeed transferred to you, but the problem is, you're not a king, and you don't have a divine essence. How did you steal the Soul Network?" Nigris was puzzled.

What Nigris couldn't figure out, Ang wouldn't think about. After giving the food to the Minotaur woman, Ang wanted to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, just leave like this? Don't consolidate? Don't develop? What a waste!" Nigris asked repeatedly. The Necrotic Flame was ignited, the Soul Network was inherited, and a devout believer was successfully won over, and he was just going to turn and leave?

Unfortunately, he was sealed, otherwise with Ang's conditions, Nigris would be very willing to reshape another divine essence.

"Food, can't extract." Ang said. He had just received a soul crystal from a Phylax, which could transfer five bags of food, and he had already used one. It would be very difficult to develop with the remaining four bags.

"Once you have faith, do you fear a lack of soul energy? With more believers, you'll have more soul crystals than you can use." Nigris tempted him, not wanting to give up such a good opportunity.

"Will there be more than I can use?" Ang tilted his head and asked, "How much for the Bronze Book?"

Ang meant to ask how many soul crystals it would take to transfer the Bronze Book.

This question shocked Nigris: "You're thinking of taking it from me? When you have as strong divine power as I do, it should be possible."

The Bronze Book was the artifact that sealed Nigris. Mastering it was equivalent to mastering the power of the God of Knowledge. In the world, a person who could control a deity was called a Deity Master.

Ang, this wooden and dull person, actually had such ambition?

But soon he realized that Ang was just using him as a reference: "How many soul crystals is your divine power worth?"

"..."

Under the temptation of "as many as you want" soul crystals, Ang agreed to Nigris's proposal to continue developing believers.

The method was simple. Find the Minotaur woman and repeat Nigris's words: "The King of Immortality has sensed a disaster and has ordered me to save you. Those who believe in Immortality will be well-fed. Tell your children, husband, and relatives, those who are devout will be well-fed."

Good guy, Ang even gave a bag of food, and Nigris reduced it to just enough to be full.

He then specifically instructed the Minotaur woman: "Those who guide others can eat more." Meaning, those who bring others can get more.

These obscure words made the Minotaur woman's head spin, but she felt they were very powerful.

Once she understood the meaning, her eyes lit up, almost as big as copper bells.

Her three children were all big eaters, usually eating one meal and going hungry the next. Now, believing in Immortality meant being well-fed?

Believe, definitely believe. If not, the Minotaur woman would break their legs.

There was no need to break legs. The three little Minotaurs, upon hearing they could be well-fed, had red eyes and ran over at the speed of a bull, thumping their heads so hard that the Necrotic Flame was pushed up even higher, more vigorous than the Minotaur woman's.

Indeed, for young boys, the belief in being well-fed was even more devout.

However, Nigris soon regretted it. He had promised to feed them, but he forgot that they were Minotaurs. One little Minotaur ate more than a bag of food, and the five bags of food obtained from one soul crystal, minus the Minotaur woman's bag, were all eaten by the three little Minotaurs.

One soul crystal, five bags of food, bought the hearts of four devout eaters. It was hard to say if it was a loss or a gain, but it should be a gain, as each Minotaur had contributed a soul flame, equivalent to four soul crystals.

But this energy needed a very complex process to be converted into soul energy and extracted.

"You, the Necrotic Flame, Chuck, the Soul Network, flow, yes, yes, the energy in the Necrotic Flame, control it, make it flow into you. Try to strengthen your soul, do you feel it? Do you feel it growing?"

"Are you really a skeleton? How can you be so proficient? Have you practiced before? This is a very complex process. Even if you know how to do it, it takes a long time to master. Why did you do it as soon as I said it? Are you the skeleton of the Goddess of Luck?"

When Nigris thought it was a very complex process, Ang completed it in one go, extracting all the energy from the Necrotic Flame.

"Wind, flow." Ang pointed to his head. This complex process was similar to when he reached out in the catacombs and guided the cold air from the Resting Wind.

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