After answering Mirrorheart's questions, Loren left, using Gwen having matters to attend to as an excuse. He was afraid others might ask more difficult questions.
Gwen had already arrived in the Bardo Kingdom under the identity of Hatsune Miku. At this ti, the Bardo Kingdom had already declared war on the Canaan Kingdom. Although large-scale battles had not yet begun, there were many small skirmishes. In a short ti, the Drowning Soul Cage had collected a massive number of souls and was about to be filled to capacity.
Logically, a full Drowning Soul Cage should be enough for a necromancer to use for a long ti, and even Loren would have enough for the ti being. But seeing so many souls go to waste, Loren felt it was a bit of a loss. He thought he should expand the Drowning Soul Cage's capacity.
So, Loren simply had Gwen start collecting materials locally. Where there is war, necromancers flock like moths to a fla, so gathering materials wasn't difficult. As long as you secretly killed a necromancer, all his equipnt would beco Loren's.
Wild necromancers didn't drop much good loot. To get so truly rare materials, you had to target the official necromancers of the Canaan Kingdom.
The Canaan Kingdom kept quite a few necromancers. These necromancers played a significant role in warfare, not sothing ordinary armies or mages could easily handle, so Loren ended up helping the Bardo Kingdom quite a bit.
Because there was too much loot to carry, Gwen couldn't manage it all. Loren even specifically bought a villa in the Bardo Kingdom. This villa originally belonged to that noble family that was wiped out, and now the price was very cheap. Loren just spent so of the money he had looted to buy the villa.
During the day, Gwen studied necromancy in the villa. When night fell, she went to the battlefield to hunt other necromancers and collect souls. When Loren went to sleep, Gwen would return to the villa to rest.
Over the past few days, Loren had sohow managed to get the feeling of playing a search, attack, and retreat ga. Loren was having a great ti playing, and the gains were substantial as well.
It was just as Loren was planning to proceed with the next phase of his research that an old acquaintance appeared at Loren's doorstep.
"Master ntor."
At the door stood a white-haired man dressed in blood-stained clothes. The path he had walked was covered in bloodstains.
"Noah, you really did co to find ."
Hearing Loren speak his na, Noah raised his head. His azure blue eyes showed not a trace of confusion. At the sa ti, Loren finally saw the grass growing on his face and the unconscious Scarecrow behind him.
"You actually know my na?"
Noah grabbed the grass on his face and forcefully pulled it out. The roots of this grass were deep, crawling all over Noah's skull. So, when Noah pulled out the grass, he also tore off half of his own facial skin.
Such pain ant nothing to Noah. His eyelids didn't even blink once until they were ripped off.
"Of course, don't forget I'm also a prophet."
Loren revealed a smile. Noah actively seeking him out was indeed an unexpected pleasant surprise. Loren had already brewed the words to deceive him in his mind.
"Co, sit first. It's a long story, let's talk slowly."
Loren had no intention of letting Noah into the house. He pointed at a rock and told him to sit there. Noah had no opinion on this; he wouldn't care even if he had to sit on a bed of nails.
"You knew I would co today?"
"No, I didn't know that. I just saw you in a prophecy. You are the Child of Destiny."
Loren began his deception, though Noah did indeed have a bit of that Child of Destiny vibe. Even with the help of Outer Gods, the fact that he could go toe-to-toe with the Orthodox Gods showed he wasn't simple, just a bit of a clown.
"Child of Destiny? ?"
A normal person would be overjoyed upon hearing Loren say this, but Noah was surprisingly calm. His calmness carried a sense of relief, yet ultimately held a sliver of hope:
"So... do I have a chance to resurrect soone?"
This hope had just risen when Loren ruthlessly extinguished it:
"Impossible. The fundantal logic of this world is that all living beings are equal. Even Orthodox Gods cannot be resurrected after death. What we should do is cherish soone while they are still alive, stay by their side, confess our love to them, and not betray each other's feelings, rather than spending all day in regret after they die. That is utterly useless."
Loren's words were like Garen buying a Last Whisper—silencing and breaking defenses. Each word was like a sharp sword, piercing Noah's heart again and again.
"Is there really no way at all?"
"No way. Life is the most precious thing. But then again, no fool would harm their own lover for the sake of so illusory things, right?"
Loren continued to pick at Noah's scars. Watching Noah's broken state, Loren really wanted to laugh.
However, this wasn't purely due to Loren's twisted sense of amusent; he was also deepening Noah's emotions.
"Master ntor, I used to be an Investigator for the Church of Confusion. Later, I encountered a..."
Noah wanted to tell his story, but Loren cut him off as soon as he started:
"Enough, I'm not interested in knowing your story. If you feel stifled, go tell it to her grave... Oh right, she didn't even leave a grave behind."
"..."
After these words, Noah fell silent, like a dog whose spine had been pulled out.
"Rather than grieving, it's better to seek revenge. Although revenge cannot bring the dead back to life, it can let the deceased rest in peace.
"Now, let's get down to business. In the prophecy I saw, you beca a God-Slayer and successfully killed the God of Confusion.
"So, I have decided to lend you a hand here."
"Really?"
Hearing this, a glimr of light appeared in Noah's eyes, though there was no joy, only overwhelming hatred.
"Really. Co, let first tell you so nas. Rember them..."
At this mont, Loren truly held nothing back. He forcefully told Noah every single Outer God na he knew. For anyone else, learning so many Outer God nas at once would result in their head exploding at the very least. But Noah at this mont stubbornly endured it all.
"When in doubt, call out Their nas. I believe They will be very willing to help you, especially the Goddess of Love."
Noah currently carried the blessing of the Goddess of Love. This blessing gave him a near-immortal body, which was also the reason Noah hadn't died despite his prolonged self-torture.
Therefore, Loren didn't treat Noah as a human, directly viewing him as a suicide truck.
"In the future, you might also learn of an organization called the Dawn Society. That is your great opportunity. Rember, don't miss it."
The original Noah, relying on the legacy of the Dawn Society, managed to blow up the God of Confusion. Now, with Loren's help, his achievents would only be greater, not lesser.
"Ah, right, I almost forgot to tell you. Until the very last mont, she was fantasizing about a future with you. She chose to accept the power of the Goddess of Love to save you. She thought about facing the gods for you, but she never imagined she would die by your hand.
"She died a miserable death. After death, her corpse was destroyed, and her soul was tornted until it dissipated.
"The biggest culprit responsible for this tragedy is you, followed by the God of Confusion and the other gods."
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