Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 412 - 414 God of Manners and Fortune
Chapter 412: Chapter 414: God of Manners and Fortune
Chapter 412: Chapter 414: God of Manners and Fortune
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“…” Qin Muye was utterly speechless, indeed planning to set up the throne with these clueless Divine beings.
“Sigh, I’m far behind Emperor Shen You and the others. Clearly, people are built differently,” Qin Muye remarked, heaving a sigh upon seeing this.
“Bring it over, I just finished up,” Qin Muye said as he wiped the blood off his hands. The nearby Spirit Monster quickly moved the test subject away and then sewed up the wounds to stop the bleeding. After casting several healing spells, it dragged the subject away.
“How dare you, I am…” He couldn’t finish his sentence before his mouth was stuffed by Demon Blood.
“Fine, but you need to cover up the aftermath with the God of Luck. Don’t let his followers or other Divines know about this kid’s disappearance. Make sure the Divine Country is kept in the dark as well,” Qin Muye instructed.
“Then I’ll take my leave first. You’re busy, but remember to leave me enough to work with, I have use for it.”
“Getting to where we are now, oppressive control and keeping the populace in the dark is very important,” Qin Muye knew that cutting off faith had become even more difficult.
“Be quiet, or what if I accidentally sever your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys? I know you want to curse me. How about this, you can curse all you want after I’m done. Right now, I have serious business to attend to.”
“Don’t worry, the Black Hand has been arranged. They’ll make sure these Divines don’t notice a thing.”
“Power has nothing to do with morality, and it’s even unrelated to scriptures and regulations. It’s entirely a gift from the Divines.”
“To be honest, high-ranking Transcendents are so useful, especially those with regeneration and self-healing powers. Sometimes, I don’t even need to sew them up,” Qin Muye reflected. For some weaker ones, he dared not exert too much force, for fear of killing them.
“Honestly, this system is just fantastic. If it were under my control, it would definitely be an asset. But under other types of systems, tsk tsk…”
“To be honest, this Priest doesn’t look the least bit respectable.”
“I’m telling you, stop fidgeting, or I’ll eat you.”
“Mmm~ Mmm~!!!” The God of Manners and Fortune struggled continuously, seemingly sensing pain and humiliation.
“The God of Luck, huh?” Qin Muye watched as Demon Blood pressed the God of Luck down onto the operating table and expertly tied him up.
“Are you that excited?” Qin Muye remarked before he started to strip the God of Luck.
“That was quick?” Qin Muye was a bit surprised; the first heavy blow hadn’t gone out, and here came the second one.
“Black Hand said he wanted to use a three-strike scheme before, but it seems it won’t work now,” Qin Muye shook his head, dismissing the idea.
“Master, he’s all tied up. Oh, when you’re finished with him, can you pass him to me? I think this kid’s head is quite nice. Planning to make something fun for you,” Demon Blood said with a giggly voice.
“Master, we’ve brought back the God of Luck,” Demon Blood sent a message to Qin Muye through the Magic Network.
The God of Luck, bound on the operating table, looked bewildered. Who was this barbarian? Not a Noble at all, planning to make something fun out of what’s a nice head?
Don’t ask how Qin Muye knew this. Before dissecting this Priest of the Holy Light God, Qin Muye had already dissected a Mage first. Initially surprised that the Mage’s development was rather unique, he was taken aback after the dissection of the Priest, realizing he had been too hasty.
However, the third strike couldn’t be taken lightly, as Divines are valuable specimens not to be killed rashly.
However, this so-called God of Luck was actually called the God of Manners and Fortune, primarily responsible for etiquette, then luck.
Unless you’re a power-holding Noble yourself, in their eyes, you’re nothing but rabble, fit for mere merchants.
They are all products of the unified Church. Even the Mercenaries, adventurers, and the like, in reality, have their faith and belong to the Church.
Furthermore, every Noble has the right to set laws for their territories, and every Priest can interpret the scriptures of their faith.
He’s also afraid that if he resorts to such cruel means, it could trigger some kind of backlash, like world instability or something similar.
On the other hand, Transcendent professions like warriors, Rangers, etc., do need some training, but only to a certain degree. In reality, promotion is also linked to changes in positions within the Church.
According to the latest big data compiled from intelligence, there are no wild Transcendents in the Main Material Plane of the Gods’ Realm.
Fortunately, he had all the time in the world and could afford to take things slowly.
Fortunately, Qin Muye was not a truly evil person. A verbal threat was just that, and he would never act on it. After all, the subject was part of an experiment—wouldn’t acting on his threats be detrimental to his own interests?
After finishing his statement, the shady figure left excitedly. Since Qin Muye had promised, he was certain to deliver.
Soon, the dissection experiment began.
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Seeing that the God of Manners and Fortune wouldn’t heed his advice, Qin Muye’s expression darkened, his skin began to crack, and the black Abyss Power slowly emerged, an indescribable aura abruptly exploding… bit by bit.
The God of Manners and Fortune struggled continuously, but it was futile against the overwhelming strength of Qin Muye.
Demon Blood also dragged the God of Luck over, a very handsome middle-aged man dressed in what the nobles would consider proper attire, although to Qin Muye, it seemed like a bunch of nonsensical trinkets clinking around.
The current step was the first axe of trade, which was the direct sale of arms, an approach that simply wouldn’t work now.
Qin Muye commented, having seen the memories of dissected subjects, the deeds of this Priest were enough to shatter his faith and render his Divine Arts ineffective.
Qin Muye also came to understand the priesthood’s path to promotion—tied to both position and strength.
The three axes were trade, robbery, and killing.
Redemption Money, the little boy, and collusion at all levels… the fact that one could still be a Priest with all that, clearly demonstrated that the interpretation of scriptures ultimately lay with the Divine Church.
So he wanted to say something, but unfortunately, his mouth was gagged.
In other words, reaching the 6th rank indigenously was practically impossible, with self-cultivation not an option; one could only wait for the divine to bestow their grace.
The reason was simple: trade required rules to be observed, but from the memories of several dissected subjects, Qin Muye saw the greed of the nobility and the Church. They were especially adept at creating loopholes in the rules to harvest the profits they needed.
In that instant, the God of Manners and Fortune witnessed an endless surge of Demon Tide, the vast Abyss descended upon his mind, the Divine Fire flickered, and strands of black lines emerged within his Divine being, even his Divine Position seemed on the verge of collapsing.
In Qin Muye’s eyes, the God of Manners and Fortune was nothing more than a Transcendent being, one that lay on the operating table at his mercy for structural analysis.
After everything settled, all the strange phenomena disappeared, and the God of Manners and Fortune was filled with Fear, appearing trembling and no longer daring to curse or swear.
For the Noble-born God of Manners and Fortune, this was sheer blasphemy.
In this world, the merchants themselves were spokespeople put forth by the nobility and the Divine Church. If Qin Muye interfered, he feared that no sooner would he complete a trade on their territory, he’d be assassinated by a group of bandits as he left.
With both sides holding the ultimate power of interpretation, one couldn’t expect them to play by the rules.
This Priest belonged to the Holy Light God, possessing a highly comprehensive scripture that advocated supporting the weak and upholding justice among other righteous acts, yet the deeds he committed were far from righteous.
This group of nobles and priests were never long-sighted; to them, what was obtained in hand was the true silver.
He was called the God of Luck because, among the many deities, only he possessed a related Divine Position.
But this lucky Divine Position was nothing but a stigma to the God of Manners and Fortune, as usually, Divine Positions were singular; had he been solely the God of Etiquette, he would have been a deity revered by nobles. But with the addition of Luck, even the crude commoners would mutter his name in prayers.
The higher the Priest’s position, the more powerful their strength.
As for the Mage… that profession was essentially a Priest, one who believed in the Magic God, so their Divine Arts might appear different from regular priests, but in essence, they were the same.
As for the axe of robbery, Qin Muye was actually quite supportive of it, but on further thought, why bother robbing such a lame bunch when he could simply rob the deities themselves.
It’s not like he could actually kill them all; that would leave the world empty.
In the end, they had lived in peace for too long, unlike the 7th rank inhabitants of the Warlock Dynasty, who could be vicious enough to crack open an opponent’s skull out of survival instinct. Here, the 7th rank deities seemed more like mass-produced defective goods.
In any case, the relationship between the two parties was evolving in a positive direction.
