Absolute protagonist

At night. The sky was rendered with layers of thick ink, and the last ray of dusk was swallowed up by the night. The crescent moon jumped out of the clouds like a jumping note, and the soft and gentle moonlight fell down.

The moonlight shines in the courtyards and castles of the nobles in the west of Kalai City, and shines through the transparent windows into an elegant and spacious study. The bright light illuminates an entire silver bookshelf.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, the young Baron Winston was about to reach out and take down a thick-covered Imperial Code.

The Baia Empire has collapsed, and the Telos Territory to which Kalai City belongs has officially become independent and is preparing to re-establish the city-state code. As a baron, he also has the right to make suggestions.

A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"He controls the largest gang in Kalai City, smuggling arms, human trafficking, and occasionally a bandit... He has trampled the laws of the empire countless times in private and sold his soul to the devil... I can't believe that such a person is now Are you qualified to participate in formulating the code of the entire city-state?"

Baron Winston's dark brown pupils tightened for a moment.

"Perot!"

Shouting the name of the guard knight commander loudly, he turned around with very neat movements, reaching out to grasp the enchanted sword hanging on the wall.

The uninvited mysterious man sighed softly, and a small object quickly bounced in Baron Winster's sight, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

The next moment, Baron Winston's wrist seemed to be stung by an insect, and a numbing sensation spread throughout his body. He involuntarily let go of his hand, and the thing that attacked him rolled to the ground with a clang.

It's a green opal cufflink. The deep and mysterious color resembles the eyes of a mysterious boy.

Baron Winston staggered a few steps and barely managed to hold on to the bookshelf. The hair that had been neatly combed on his head with hair wax became slightly messy due to the large movements, but it did not affect his noble and gentle temperament.

He quickly calmed down and looked carefully at the uninvited guest in front of him.

Facing Baron Winster's desk, a strange young man he had never seen before was sitting on his large carved wood high-backed chair. Even his casual posture revealed an indescribable elegance. Calm.

He looked at Baron Winster as if he was the owner here, looking at the rude guest with displeasure.

"Please be quiet, Monsieur Baron."

The boy's voice was equally elegant and sweet, like a violin playing under the moonlight. Just the words he spoke made Baron Winston's body shiver.

"Otherwise, I can only use my own method to shut you up forever."

"Who are you? What is your purpose? Who sent you here?"

Baron Winwest lowered his voice knowingly, and locked his eyes tightly on the young man behind the desk. His eyes swept over his golden hair, deep blue eyes like a lake, and his face with exquisite and perfect lines. There is also the jet-black cloak that is draped on her body that is made of extraordinary materials at first glance, and even the dark gold buttons faintly exposed under the cloak. Every detail is not missed.

"...Is it Jonas, Rodchelt, or Benson's old vulture?"

"No, I don't know any of the people you mentioned." The young man still smiled, seemingly unaware of his attempt to delay time. Instead, he explained seriously, "I just happened to cause a little trouble and solved one. The gang's stronghold was followed by the gang, and finally I happened to see your name, Mr. Baron, in the gang's account."

"What a coincidence, isn't it?" He smiled and spread his hands, "so I took the liberty of coming to visit."

The young man's melodious voice made every word he spoke like a moving aria, especially sincere: "I have to say, this is really the guidance of fate."

Under the moonlight, the young man's smile was particularly bright, but in Baron Winston's eyes, it looked like a devil stretching out its fangs in the shadows.

"What exactly do you want? Young man, being too greedy is not a good quality." His voice gradually became lower and lower, with a hint of warning.

"I just want to ask you a small favor. It's very simple for you."

The scenery in front of him became more and more hazy, the moonlight was as intoxicating as warm wine, and the colors in the study continued to fade. Baron Winston felt that his soul was flying lightly, as if he had fallen from reality into a dream.

The boy's voice also became extraordinarily distant.

Behind the desk, Chu Si calmly put away the test tube in his sleeve, letting the completely evaporated potion spread silently. Looking at the dazed man, he slightly raised his lips.

These days, in addition to completely eliminating the gang, he also used his previous knowledge of pharmacy to quickly become familiar with the raw materials of pharmaceuticals in this world, and improved his own special formula.

People in this world are different from the ordinary technological world. Especially nobles must have equipment to protect themselves from special magic, and mental attacks are also included. Once the other party is alerted, it will be difficult to give hints easily, and you may be overly aggressive and turn him into an idiot.

Therefore, Chu Si specially prepared a special potion to bypass the magic device's warning of spells and mental power, and delayed it for a while. With Baron Winston's current mental state, he can easily exert spiritual suggestions.

The young man sitting on the high-backed chair stood up casually, a smile flashing in his opal-like eyes. He came to Baron Winster who was dizzy as if he was drunk with light movements, and his spiritual power spread silently.

"Now..." the boy whispered, "Listen to me..."

"Lord Issel! You are finally back!"

In the eastern district of Kalai, at the end of the black street, in a familiar courtyard. A figure walked in under the moonlight, with golden hair flowing out of his cloak.

The boy who was dozing off on the big wooden stake in the yard suddenly woke up, rubbed his eyes with his hand, and stood up and walked forward.

"Are you okay? I heard that these streets are not very safe recently." Chris lowered his voice, and his tone was like telling a strange horror story, "It is said that the devil's minions are lurking here."

"Demon minions?" The young man who returned late at night laughed softly, and there was a little curiosity in his deep blue pupils, "...What happened?"

"This evening, someone found that the entire gang was gone. Everyone was dead." Chris's voice was trembling, "I heard that they all died happily in their dreams... Everyone said that this must be the work of the devil's minions who sneaked into the human world!"

...No gang members showed up in the past few days, whether it was a casino, a tavern, or a person collecting protection fees on the street, no one showed up. Many people have not dared to explore the reason until today when they were accidentally discovered.

As he said this, Chris remembered the Demon Lord who was solved by Chu Si halfway through the sacrifice summoning. He wondered if there was an accident at that time, and the Demon Lord had actually sneaked into the human world?

This conjecture made Chris' body tremble. He couldn't help but hold the cross in front of the moon tightly, as if this small cross gave him a great sense of security.

However, Chu Si, who heard all the causes and consequences, fell into a strange silence.

Chris was even more worried. He looked at the boy under the moonlight with a serious expression: "Lord Issel, please be careful!"

These days, this mysterious Lord Issel has won the sincere gratitude and admiration of Chris and others.

Not only did he teach them many words and knowledge that only upper-class nobles could learn for free, he even shared precious magic and pharmacy and other extraordinary related knowledge without hesitation. And the partners who had no magic talent were also taught a set of special knight training secrets by the other party. This favor was too great. Chris could only try his best to repay the other party in his own way. Keeping vigil here is just one of them.

Chu Si knew their thoughts very well. In this era when knowledge and resources are monopolized by the upper nobles, his approach is indeed shocking, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he directly changed the fate of these people. Therefore, he accepted these people's gratitude with peace of mind.

However, listening to Chris's instructions at this time, he was a little amused.

... Devil's minions?

These civilians in the other world are really short-sighted. Let those villains die in the happiness of heaven, shouldn't this be the blessing of God?

He nodded and accepted the kindness: "I should not have to go out in the middle of the night during this period. Some things need to be prepared."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next half month, in addition to teaching these children knowledge on time every day and sending them to purchase medicinal materials, Chu Si stayed in the room.

Because his own power was rejected by the world, he carefully pondered the magic and divine arts in the original owner's memory. With the blessing of the world source stone, he finally got started with the extraordinary power of this world. He did not simply learn how to use spells, but mastered the principles of spells.

As for the so-called divine arts...

As a prince of the Baya Empire, an empire where imperial power and divine power are combined, the original body did not have a very deep study of the magic of the mage, but learned divine arts from the church since childhood. Almost all divine arts can be found in his memory.

In the room, a series of beautiful prayers were recited by Chu Si with specific gestures, and the peculiar rhythm and intonation were like chanting a long poem. The vibration caused by each syllable was captured by his mental power.

His brows gradually relaxed, and his eyes became clear.

"So this is the principle of divine arts." Stars lit up in his deep and quiet eyes, "Specific intonation, rhythm, casting gestures, and directional names of gods, using these to communicate with the gods, temporarily gain extraordinary power."

In this way, as long as the principles are borrowed and the steps in the middle are modified, it can be completely turned into a divine art directed at Chu Si himself. It is absolutely more than enough to fool believers.

"It's just that... I'm not a real god, so there's no so-called divine power."

According to the sayings circulating in this world, the process of believers performing divine arts is the process of communicating with gods and temporarily borrowing divine power... Whether the so-called divine arts can succeed, and even the power of divine arts, depends entirely on the favor of gods to believers.

Among the divine arts circulating in the world, there are only the steps for believers to communicate with gods. As for how gods transform divine power into extraordinary power and bestow it on believers, I'm afraid only gods themselves can know.

"I really want to catch a god to study..." A dangerous thought flashed through Chu Si's mind, but he gave it up because it was unrealistic, "It's a pity that I can't catch it. It seems that I can only slowly figure it out by myself..."

He pushed the door and walked out, looking at the rows of houses in the distance, and the retro castles in the distance.

The sun was at its brightest at noon, and the whole city of Kalai was enveloped in the afternoon breeze. In the yard, several children held wooden sticks as cross swords and practiced the most basic swordsmanship in the knight training method in a serious manner. A little girl named Yisha opened her round eyes and supervised carefully beside them.

Chu Si couldn't help but smile.

"This city of Kalai is the best experimental field."

At this time, the sound of the wheels of a carriage rolling came from the street not far away. The sound came from far away and finally stopped at the door of this dilapidated courtyard.

The children who were gesturing to each other stopped their movements and looked up at the door.

A gorgeous and elegant carriage appeared on this dilapidated and depressed long street. Four pure white horses snorted and sprayed white air. The body of the carriage was made of expensive lacquered wood, and the family emblem of the Winster family reflected golden light in the sun.

Such a luxurious carriage that was out of place in the East District was quietly parked outside the courtyard gate. Like a gift box that has been wrapped and is waiting for its owner to open it.

"Oh, it seems that everything is ready..."

Chu Si and Isa exchanged a few words, stepped out of the courtyard, and stared at the familiar family emblem on the carriage.

Ever since he discovered Baron Winster's private smuggling business and huge network of contacts in the gang's base, Chu Si has set his sights on him. With the other party's hidden power, it must be easy for Chu Si to create an identity that is indistinguishable from the real thing in Kalai City.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Baron Winster got off with a smile on his face, and bowed deeply in front of the boy.

"Your Excellency, Lord Viscount, Sir Adrian, it is an honor to serve you."

The boy's golden hair became more and more dazzling under the sun, and he smiled slightly.

...

"A young viscount from the north, a genius wizard with an alternative personality who likes to travel around..." Chu Si was very interested in the carriage, "Is this my current identity?"

Compared to the first meeting, Baron Winster was completely different at this time. He replied respectfully: "Yes, sir. And this Viscount Adrian is not a fabrication."

"He is indeed a traveler who came to the south to collect folk songs. He is genuine. But unfortunately, this unfortunate young man died of an accident twenty days ago in a country estate not far from Kalai City."

For a remote southern town like Kalai City, the identity of a viscount is precious enough. But this identity is nothing on the Xia continent, and it will not attract unnecessary attention and investigation.

"Well done."

Chu Si smiled approvingly. The seemingly gentle and ruthless Viscount Winster immediately showed an expression of deep honor.

...Well, it seems that my brainwashing method is very successful. Maybe it can be promoted?

The carriage carried the two into the castle of the Winster family. Soon, a banquet will be held here. Baron Winster invited all the nobles in Kalai City to introduce a distinguished guest to everyone.

So, our newly-minted Viscount Rhine Adrian appeared in front of the nobles of Kalai City, big and small, and became the topic of Kalai City for a long time in the future.

The common people talked about his mysterious origins, noble title, noble bearing and approachable temperament. The nobles were impressed by his elegant and decent manners, his appearance that seemed to be loved by gods, and even his profound knowledge, as well as his charm that easily attracted people to approach him.

So the viscount quickly gained the recognition of the nobles in Kalai City and was widely invited by them to visit.

However, what these nobles in Kalai City who were accustomed to pleasure did not know was that the longer they spent with this new friend, the closer they would be to losing themselves. Every step they took to get closer was a step towards the abyss.

Unknowingly, Kalai City fell into Chu Si's control step by step. He quietly became the uncrowned king in the dark.

Half a year later.

Merchants and travelers from several northern duchies walked into this remote southern town and found it special at a glance.

The streets paved with unknown materials were clean and tidy, tall trees rose from the ground, and the buildings facing the street were neat and orderly under the thick green shade.

The most eye-catching thing was the civilians walking on the street. These people were excited. After careful observation, it was found that most of them were targeting the magnificent church in the center of the city.

Since the Pope was put on trial and burned to death in front of the Holy Cathedral, similar things have happened in other churches on the Xia continent. Even if there are still believers who believe in God, most of them have lost their faith after the collapse of the temple in the Emerald City. Especially now that the power of the Magic Council has increased greatly, there are still people going to the church?

In the tavern, these outsiders curiously expressed their doubts, and some drunkards laughed out loud because of their drunkenness. Several young people in the caravan blushed in embarrassment.

"Young man, let's not talk about other places, but our Kalai City is different." The bearded tavern owner grinned, his eyes showing admiration, "All this is thanks to the respected Viscount Adrian. Those nobles were moved by his character and donated their family books for free. Viscount Adrian used magical spells to make a copy and placed it in the current church."

"Viscount Adrian sent people to teach everyone free of charge and organized everyone to rebuild the city of Kalai. Even civilians can go to the church to learn more new knowledge according to their contributions."

"Even the magic books and knight training methods in the hands of the nobles, as long as they make enough contributions to the city of Kalai in the future, they will have the opportunity to learn."

The young man in the caravan listened attentively, his eyes lit up, and he blurted out a word that he wanted to settle down permanently.

The tavern owner was even more excited, talking about the changes after Viscount Adrian's arrival, his tone full of admiration and gratitude.

This kind of thing happens almost every day.

...

In the church in the center of Kalai, Chu Si stood in front of the tall statue. The marble statue was solemn and sacred, revealing the coldness of being high above.

There were rows of bookshelves in the side hall of the church, and in the silent side hall, there was only the sound of books turning.

The children in the slums were reading books carefully at this time. Usually they were also responsible for copying copies and imparting knowledge to the civilians who made contributions.

Chris held a cross sword in his hand and stood quietly inside the church gate, like a real knight. He put on a stern face and tried his best to make a serious expression. Although Lord Issel didn't need it, he still had to take the initiative to protect the other party's safety.

He looked into the church from time to time.

The blond boy stood quietly in the church, facing the sacred and solemn statue.

The sun's rays pouring down from the dome fell on his face, coating his perfect face with a layer of sacred brilliance. It looked more sacred and unbearable than the statue of the god. But there was a little more human tenderness.

The boy raised his head gently.

The invisible power of faith between heaven and earth surged and roared. With him as the center, the deep, shallow, thick or light faith brilliance in Kalai City gathered into a vortex and came towards the direction of the church. The destination was not the god in front of him, but all gathered on the boy.

After countless attempts, Chu Si seemed to have understood the method of the gods transforming extraordinary power with their own divine power and granting divine arts to believers.

The power of gods comes from faith, but Chu Si has no interest in absorbing faith.

He threw 70% of it into the system space as energy reserve. After Chu Si's research, the remaining 30% of faith power can be fed back to believers in a special way when they use magic to communicate with gods, becoming their own extraordinary power.

This is similar to the principle of gods bestowing magic on believers.

In this way, the strength of magic that each believer can perform will depend on the piety of their faith. The more pious the believer is, the stronger the power fed back to them after the transformation of faith power.

"Well, offering 70% of faith power and feedback 30%, this is fair." After all, without Chu Si's transformation, ordinary people can't use the power of faith at all.

Since the most core means of gods, that is, the method of bestowing magic on believers, has been studied. Then, it seems that he, the fake god, can take office from today.

It's just that——

In the cognition of most ordinary people, the so-called gods should be great beings whose life level exceeds that of mortals.

Like him, he only gained the respect and faith of ordinary people. His life essence is still that of a mortal. He just mastered the technology of transforming the power of faith into extraordinary power, so he can pretend to be a god.

Then, what kind of existence would the original god who had been preached by the church for countless years be?

The young man blinked his long eyelashes, and a strange light flashed in his green eyes when he looked at the statue.

...I really want to catch it and study it.

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