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Chapter 919 I Tested, and I Got into Writing It

"Thorin Joske..."

Fang Wuwei's deep voice, accompanied by rolling thunder, reached Thorin's ears, making her body tremble twice before she slowly raised her head to look at Fang Wuwei.

The figure on the throne was indistinct; only a pair of calm yet all-seeing eyes behind the rolling thunderclouds were quietly watching her.

Is there anything you want?

The entire magical world was in an uproar, a frenzied struggle ensued, but in the very end, it all culminated in this single, casual remark that reached Thorin's ears.

The words that drifted over so lightly stunned Thorin. The being on the throne asked her what she wanted. Just as the rumors she had heard at the beginning said, those who obtained artifacts would also be favored by the gods, which was precisely why the magical world was so crazy about it.

In the underworld, the existence of gods in the past is an unquestionable consensus, which has a fatal attraction for them. Thorin's family was precisely because of this unrealistic fantasy that they stepped into this deadly vortex.

Before her stood a god, and now, with just a word, she would have everything she desired...

Thorin gazed up at the calm figure on the throne, her throat bobbing, but her mind was blank. Since wading into this murky water, she had also had unrealistic fantasies, naively imagining that her small family could suddenly become a large clan, that she could meet her Prince Charming, and that she could become very powerful to take revenge on those who liked to bully her, to help the weak, and to punish evil and promote good. But reality was far crueler than she had imagined.

Her parents died before her eyes, and all she could do was clutch this magical artifact and desperately run away under the cover of the servants, pouring all her magic into it in despair, hoping to activate it and gain a glimmer of hope.

How could a mortal possibly wield a divine artifact... Without the world's consciousness, this flag would be nothing but scrap in anyone's hands. It was only by being dragged here by the world's consciousness at the last moment of life and death that it managed to survive.

Thorin's mind went blank. She had many wishes: to become stronger, to find her Prince Charming, to be a popular and kind person, to live peacefully with everyone she loved... But all those beautiful dreams had vanished like bubbles. The bloodstains on her body constantly reminded her that she had nothing left.

Fang Wuwei's inner question pierced her soul, and in the end, everything could only turn into a powerless murmur.

"I...want my mom and dad to come back..."

The resurrection of the dead was an absolutely incredible and impossible thing for them. Even the strongest mage of the time, Morisummer, could only shake his head in disappointment when he heard this wish. But Thorin thought that since the gods were gods, they could definitely do it.

In fact, Fang Wuwei could indeed do it. Reviving a few mortals was not difficult for him. He only needed to retrieve their souls from the underworld beyond the invisible boundary line, or take some tissue from their corpses and bring them back to headquarters. He could bring them back to life in no time.

But Thorin's desire was clearly not satisfied with this. After saying this, he lowered his head again and muttered to himself.

"I want to become stronger... I want revenge..."

Fang Wuwei rested one hand on his forehead, holding the flag, while the other hand rested casually on the armrest. Listening to Thorin's prayer, his fingers rhythmically tapped the armrest. Though the movements were slight, each tap elicited a deep and majestic thunderous sound that reverberated through the silent temple, causing Thorin to instinctively shut his mouth.

Am I asking for too much? Are the gods disgusted by my greed?

Upon realizing this possibility, Thorin's face turned deathly pale, and he dared not speak.

In the long, deathly silence, only the rhythmic, heavy thunderous sound of Fang Wuwei striking the armrest echoed through the temple, accompanied by Thorin's frantic heartbeat. But there was no follow-up. The being on the throne seemed to be thinking, or perhaps dissatisfied with him. Thorin's heart grew increasingly fearful.

"can."

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Wuwei's voice finally reached Thorin's ears, bypassing the rolling thunder. Those two simple words instantly dispelled all the gloom and unease in her heart.

Considering the artifact the other party brought him, he should grant his request. Although the resurrection process is a bit troublesome, it probably wouldn't even take him twenty minutes to do it... So be it, a little trouble is fine.

Having obtained the artifact, Fang Wuwei was in high spirits. Moreover, he had even greater ambitions. Looking at Thorin, who had nothing in front of him, he had a new idea.

Upon hearing this, Thorin's heart skipped a beat, the paleness on her face vanished, and she looked up at Fang Wuwei with a startled expression. Whether it was her imagination or not, the figure on the throne no longer seemed so oppressive to her.

"But God only favors His own believers. You should understand such a simple truth."

In Thorin's eyes, Fang Wuwei's figure had become much more approachable, and his deep, heavy voice was no longer deafening. Upon hearing this, Thorin nodded frantically, as if pounding garlic.

She understood that gods need faith, and at this moment she was willing to give everything for them.

"May I ask for the name of the deity?"

"Thor, Fang Wuwei."

Thor...isn't he Amuse?

Upon hearing Fang Wuwei's words, Thorin was stunned for a moment, and the question arose in her mind. In fact, she had already guessed that the god in front of her could only be the Thunder God. After all, it would be stupid not to see the rolling thunderclouds. But why is the name different from the legend?

Oh well, there's no point in worrying about this. Are the legends passed down from the gods as accurate as what they say themselves?

Fang Wuwei had his own reasons for revealing his real name to the other party. It wasn't because he wanted to show off or make a name for himself in history, but because he knew that the other party came from the Inner World, where he had acquaintances, namely Morisummer and the others.

He hoped that Thorin could become his pope in the underworld, that he would grant Thorin's wishes, provide him with power and support, and that Thorin would offer him his faith, then preach and establish the Church of Thor in the underworld—this was his ideal scenario.

With the world consciousness present, even if he only makes a small start, as long as Thorin is devout, this matter can be accomplished. However, as the Church of Thor develops in the underworld, the news will inevitably fall into the ears of the Far East Society, the organization that currently holds the highest power and authority in the underworld.

Perhaps the Far East Society wants to contain it; they hope for world peace and fear the reappearance of a single, dominant power like the Bren family that suppresses the world. But as soon as they hear his name, Morisummer and the Dark Flame Master will realize that the Church is backed by his old friend. They won't necessarily help push things along again, but at least they won't stop her... Then, he can use this opportunity to harvest the faith power of the entire Underworld.

The magical society in the underworld is very mature, so he doesn't need to hide anything. Once the news that God is clearly holy and personally requested to preach and spread the word, coupled with Thorin, a living messenger of God, the church in the underworld will probably develop much faster than it does in the surface world. It may soon be able to form a considerable scale and provide him with a stable source of faith.

Wow, just thinking about it makes me happy.

"I want you to preach and spread my faith throughout the world. Can you do that?"

"It is my honor, Lord Thor! I would go through fire and water for you!"

Fang Wuwei let out a soft laugh, and the flag he held in his hand emitted a faint glow. This soft laugh was very pleasant to Thorin's ears.

"Pray every day for the next three days, remember to be sincere, and offer your faith. Your parents will naturally return to your side. As for now... it's time for you to go."

As soon as Fang Wuwei finished speaking, the 108 elite soldiers on both sides of the temple raised their weapons in unison and slammed them heavily onto the smooth ground in perfect synchronization, producing a deafening sound.

A terrifying sound instantly filled the entire temple space, causing Thorin's ears to ring and Fang Wuwei's voice and figure to become indistinct.

At the same time, the flag in Fang Wuwei's hand emitted a stream of light. The light was very gentle, but Thorin's consciousness was shaken away by the roar and gradually dissipated. She could only see two platinum elite soldiers striding heavily toward her out of the corner of her eye. Then her vision was completely shrouded in a haze.

The next moment, Thorin suddenly awoke to find himself lying on the muddy ground, surrounded by the agonizing sounds of battle. The pungent smell of blood reminded him that he was still in danger of being hunted down.