They all call me Great Master

Arthur thought of another church.

The 'Church of Suffering' of the 'Lady of Sorrow'.

Of course!

He thought of far more than just the 'Church of Suffering'.

Does 'Blood Drinker' Haibo have followers?

Does 'Devourer' Imola have followers?

They do!

As the demigods of the past, even though they have become what they are, they still have followers.

So, these followers…

Are his now!

He, Arthur Kredos, as the 'God of Reincarnation' once followed by these demigods, accepting the followers who originally followed them, is reasonable, isn't it?

Of course, not just them.

There are more 'demigods'!

Arthur's mind raced.

Although he had a rough idea, Arthur knew very well that truly achieving this would not be easy.

The most direct point is —

Who the 'God of Reincarnation' is.

This requires not only a reasonable explanation.

It also needs to be…

Convincing.

Not just strength, but attributes, or you could say 'authority'.

And for him, the easiest is 'Death'.

It's just that Arthur still maintained a sense of caution towards this 'Death'.

At the very least, he needs to know more to lay out his plans.

Otherwise, it would truly be disastrous.

'War' is the same.

The information is too sparse.

So sparse that he is practically in the dark.

However, this situation will soon change.

Because —

Miha and Yiluo!

This pair of twins, the former 'Lady of Sorrow', will surely tell him everything he wants to know, through skillful communication.

Thinking of this, Arthur took out a book.

"South Los Lullaby".

This is a widely circulated collection of lullabies in South Los, which not only collects stories from remote places but, more importantly, compiles them into lullabies that circulate widely in South Los.

As for the author?

Hercules.

The master known as the God of Potions and the God of Alchemy.

Arthur wasn't surprised at all when he first learned this information.

Others might not do so.

But, with this master's personality of creating the [Stone Bullet Technique] for marbles and the [Gliding Technique] for ice skating, it's really possible that he would collect lullabies.

And why?

Of course, it's because of interest.

Every time he thought of this, Arthur was filled with envy.

He envied this kind of spontaneity.

This way of acting entirely based on interest.

Instead of with a purpose.

And not to lay plans.

'When will I be able to reach this level!'

Arthur thought as he took out another notebook and a charcoal pencil, beginning to write and draw.

He was creating his own cipher book.

Since he was putting on a show, he had to do the full set.

Otherwise, Miha and Yiluo might discover something amiss.

Even with a contract, Arthur still habitually defined the relationship between both parties as 'balance', rather than 'subjugation'.

This is not hypocrisy.

But rather for…

Gaining more!

'What a bad guy!'

Arthur thought of Marinda's evaluation of him and immediately laughed, his hand moving ever faster with the charcoal pencil.

When the sky was about to dawn, Toran and Mr. Gwen, accompanied by hundreds of people, arrived by the river.

On Toran's sleeve, there were traces of dried blood.

Not much, but enough to show what this High Priest had just done.

Killed someone.

Or, purged the disloyal — with Mr. Gwen as the 'Interviewer' and Toran as the 'Executioner' of the test.

Those who passed the test were here.

Those who failed?

The Inner River Water is enough to cover everything.

No one cared about those who failed.

This hundred people had long been surrounded by fervent belief.

Their eyes burned, their expressions crazed, each one whispering prayers to the 'God of the Inland River', and seeing this scene, Arthur nodded slightly.

He adjusted his attire.

In the language of Grindelwald, he softly said —

"Welcome, testers who have passed.

I'm sorry I had to do this.

Some things that happened in the past left us with painful lessons."

After speaking, Grindelwald took off his hat, revealing pale hair and a pallid face, his expression showing a hint of pity.

"The existence of tests is necessary."

Mr. Gwen said, quoting a proverb from South Los.

"Those unable to pass the test do not deserve Your Crown's grace.

They…

Deserve to die!"

Toran was more direct.

Moreover, as he spoke these words, the fanaticism and killing intent in Toran's eyes boiled together, it was…anger — clearly, there were some among the previous failures who were unexpected to Toran.

Indeed, it was so.

Toran really wished he could go back and hack those people again.

Those people whom he once thought were devout were actually disguised.

Their devotion to Your Crown was actually just for…

Getting rich!

Thinking of how those people even tried to bribe him with gold coins before they died, Toran felt utterly disgusted.

'Thankfully, Grindelwald suggested holding this test!

Otherwise, it would have been a disaster!'

Toran felt ashamed when he thought of how he was initially reluctant in his heart.

The young High Priest had once again recognized his inadequacies.

However,

He would change!

He would strive towards becoming a qualified High Priest of the church!

All for the sake of…

Your Crown!

Toran's eyes gleamed with determination.

Such devotion made Grindelwald nod slightly.

This is what he wanted.

And what Toran must possess.

Afterward, the leader of the Black Cat Faction looked at the people around, trying to remember every face, and then, his staff lightly tapped the stone block he had just been sitting on.

Pa!

The unique sound of the wooden staff and stone block rang out.

Then, there was Grindelwald's long chant —

"Eternal Monster, inheritor of the Rebellious Bloodline, creator of the Twilight of the Gods, revered by the Northern Gods, master of the Blade of Chaos, owner of Leviathan's Axe, Kredos calls upon former followers…"

The chant continued, as if a gentle breeze, and more like the inner river water, endlessly flowing.

Most of those present were hearing this chant for the first time.

Each of them was shocked by the prefixes of 'Kredos'.

This included Toran and Mr. Gwen.

Especially Mr. Gwen.

This self-proclaimed 'historian' knew far more than others; he knew of the 'Twilight of the Gods', and even more about the 'Northern Gods'!

And the term 'Eternal Monster' had appeared in one of those large volumes.

Just once!

This old man was sure that many people didn't even know the term.

After all, he prided himself on being erudite.

Only by being erudite could he know.

As for the rest?

They wouldn't possibly know.

But the old man never thought that Arthur had a grandfather who could be called a genius.

The preconceived Mr. Gwen's eyes flickered.

This old man noticed the 'followers' once.

Could it be…

A thought too incredible for the old man to believe emerged.

Unable to restrain himself, the old man drew a sharp breath —

Sss!