Soul of Negary Chapter 370
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Chapter 370: Vol5 Ch40: Beginning of the banquet
Chapter 370: Vol5 Ch40: Beginning of the banquet
‘Negary’ scowled.
Killer J’s personality was chaotic and free, so it wasn’t strange for him to do anything at any moment, but assuming that Killer J was actually dumb would be the very last mistake you ever make.
Mental patients had a very broad mind, but describing Killer J’s mind as ‘broad’ would be an understatement, the disorderly state of his soul had essentially enabled him to come up with every possible idea at once.
Because of that, it was very possible for there to actually be issues with the 4 individuals that he had specifically pinpointed and singled out on this banquet.
‘Negary’s’ gaze very naturally scanned through everyone present here. There were a total of 15 people in this banquet hall, other than the 4 that Killer J had singled out, there were also others that deserved attention.
〖 Among the Seven Gods, Concealed Demise refers to the threat of death in an unrecognizable place, his image is that of a rotten corpse hiding in the shadows. His worshippers love to stage homicides, many of this world’s serial killers are actually Concealed Demise’s believers, although Concealed Demise never really needed believers in the first place 〗
〖 While he is a first-rate entity among the Seven Gods, Concealed Demise’s rationality is perpetually absent, so the matter this time shouldn’t have anything to do with him 〗
〖 But that wouldn’t necessarily be true for the other two churchless Gods among the Seven Gods 〗
‘Negary’ was silently analyzing the situation.
〖 The Church of Red Tears has always been in a hidden state, there are no descriptions of the image of their God, even their doctrine is unknown to outsiders. Other than the name of their God, there are no stories that were passed down, even in myths where this God was mentioned, they would only exist as a background character 〗
〖 However, this background character wasn’t simple at all. The original Negary had once examined the curse of the Seven Gods, dividing it into smaller portions to check each portion’s effects. Among them, the curse that was most likely from Red Tears had no effects on male specimens, but would afflict female specimens with various effects, including the inability to reproduce, abnormal mental state, etc. 〗
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〖 A female-related God 〗
‘Negary’s’ gaze turned to the woman with the half-concealed face. Now that he thought about it, she was most likely related to Red Tears, but this was only a conjecture and one that couldn’t be confirmed. After all, this was an educated guess based on an unclear curse.
〖 The final God, The Unreachable Gate, does have a few stories and myths that were passed down that can at least provide a basic image for them. The Unreachable Gate represents a place that one could never arrive at, which could also be understood as Regret 〗
‘Negary’s’ knowledge of The Unreachable Gate swiftly came up in his mind. According to the legends, if someone could see The Unreachable Gate and walk through it, they would be able to remedy their past regrets.
However, no one had ever been able to even witness The Unreachable Gate, which was why The Unreachable Gate had many worshippers, but all of them were extremely spread out, making it impossible to form a Church. All worshippers of The Unreachable Gate were on an eternal search for it, so sometimes they could even be mistaken for members of Barren Shadow’s Ascetic Order.
With that in mind, ‘Negary’s’ gaze scanned across the room once more. Worshippers of The Unreachable Gate would stop at nothing to reach it, so it wouldn’t be strange for one of them to believe that they could utilize the massive amount of mana from the Mana Banquet to summon The Unreachable Gate.
‘Negary’ was able to tell the identity of the Sun Shadow Church’s worshipper without thinking about it; the other party had openly displayed it on their chest: a Saint Insignia. This represented the fact that he was a Saint Soul Awakened, also known as one favored by God.
Within the doctrine of the Seven Churches, Saint Soul Awakened were those whose souls originated from the Righteous Gods themselves, they were the offspring of God, so if any of them were discovered, they would be brought to the corresponding Church and enjoy the most privileged treatment possible.
However, as far as ‘Negary’ understood, [Origins] had a much higher point of origination. These so-called Saint Soul Awakened were nothing but individuals who originated from the same cosmic entities as the Righteous Gods. These souls that originated from the same [Origin] were indeed well-liked by Pathway entities, as they would be able to obtain more Principles from [Origins] similar to their own.
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At the same time, Saint Soul Awakened were also the best targets for Divine Descension, as an [Origin] of the same source would act as the best catalyst.
The Righteous Gods would nurture these Saint Soul Awakened to a certain degree and help them release their [Origins]. By the time they had reached the third stage of release and obtained the Seed of Truth, as they collected the Principles to manifest their own Pathways, these Saint Soul Awakened would then be devoured whole by their own Gods.
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Among the other three who were pinpointed by Killer J, the woman seemed like she could be a worshipper of Red Tears, and the Sun Shadow Church member had been determined to be a Saint Soul Awakened, but ‘Negary’ truly couldn’t confirm anything useful from the bald young man.
The bald young man had quite a pretty face, enough for him to appear handsome even while he had no hair. Quite obviously, in Killer J’s own words, the four people he had pinpointed were those with high enough ‘charm value’.
The bald young man continued to keep his eyes closed without moving or even breathing. If ‘Negary’ wasn’t able to sense the other party’s lifeforce, he wouldn’t have known for sure whether or not he was still alive.
〖 Could he really be another clone of Negary? 〗
‘Negary’ couldn’t help but have this thought. For the original Negary, it was extremely simple to convert normal humans into his clone, as long as the original’s information was protected, these clones could die at any moment without any issues.
〖 Since I’ve become the intermediary between Negary’s and Mequik’s alliance, I hold both of these entities’ unique powers in my body. If I was exposed, the other Gods would find it suspicious, so Negary would definitely have sent a slightly more obvious clone to participate in the Mana Banquet 〗
〖 If he truly was ‘Negary’ as well, then I will need to coordinate with him to display a pretence of non-involvement with Life Bearer, thus upholding the ally relationship between the original and Eternal Heat 〗
As ‘Negary’ was thinking, another series of footsteps could be heard from the spiral staircase as two other people entered the hall, after which the staircase began to slowly recede upwards, closing the only entrance and exit.
As the 17 people present observed the exit disappearing, they all felt an illusion of falling into a desperate corner.
As the exit closed completely, ‘Negary’ could sense the changes in his environment. The Grand Library had just actively cut off its overlapping presence with the outside world. Those observing from the outside would find that the immense mana tide was quickly fading away together with the aurora in the sky, eventually disappearing altogether.
On the other hand, the mana density within the banquet hall was rapidly increasing. At some unknown point in time, a figure had already appeared at the host seat.
“I would like to thank everyone for your presence here today” the Great Magus, Stim Allenz, sat on the host seat and smiled from ear to ear as he greeted his guests, but his current appearance caused quite a few people to feel shocked.
For many people here, the Great Magus was both a familiar and unfamiliar person. Under normal circumstances, the Great Magus would always appear in the form of an old man, even his existence exuded an aged aura.
But the current Great Magus was completely different. Regardless of how one viewed him, they would find him to be young; this youthfulness came from his very essence, which couldn’t have been achieved through a simple transformation of appearance.
Several people instantly arrived at a certain conclusion regarding this matter, as the clues were already quite clear: Had Life Bearer formed an alliance with the Great Magus?
“And now, let us commence this final Mana Banquet, may everyone enjoy themselves fully…” as Stim spoke these shocking words, the dining table in front of them was opened from the middle, a thin pale-white arm slowly reached out from inside.
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