"Not at all. We arrived later, so naturally, we should follow the order."
Maru smiled and nodded to everyone in farewell, then left with his family mbers.
Watching these people leave, Chadite suddenly said, "They truly believe in the Holy Mother. All the people they brought have the last na Tarutas, which indicates their entire family are believers. In that case, they must know the location of the Holy Mother Church's Great Cathedral in the Endless Sea, right?"
Hearing this, Alka nodded. It was very likely.
It was strange; they had been in the Endless Sea for quite so ti now. Only on Southern Cross Island had they learned of the existence of a Holy Mother Church. The problem was that the islanders didn't believe in the Holy Mother, and her followers were extrely rare. The Holy Mother's missionary work there hadn't gone smoothly, and the Church was only located in the central city of the capital island. They had never been there, so they didn't understand the Church's situation in the Endless Sea, nor had they gathered any useful information.
Now, they had suddenly encountered an entire family that believed in the Holy Mother. Furthermore, according to Triangle, this family had clearly been in the Endless Sea for a long ti.
As fellow believers, asking them about the Holy Mother's church or main gathering places seed relatively safe. Although, this would very obviously expose them as having co from the Four Divine Seas. After all, for a Saint of the Holy Mother to be unaware of the Great Cathedral of the Holy Mother Church in the Endless Sea would clearly indicate that very possibility.
"They'll likely stay on the island for a while. Let's not rush; we should observe them more first," Alka advised.
It was never wrong to be cautious, even if the other party were fellow believers of the Holy Mother.
「...」
anwhile, Juanlu, who was undergoing challenges in the Tower of Trial, officially passed the third level.
Covered in blood and gri, he propped himself up, leaning heavily against the stone wall of the chamber. His lungs worked like bellows, heaving frantically and making a wheezing sound as he struggled to recover his stamina. His condition was clearly not good.
A severe laceration marred his thigh; the wound was so deep the bone was almost visible, and a large amount of fresh blood still flowed out. Moreover, he had suffered so internal injuries.
After applying a quick, simple bandage, Juanlu took a large leg of beef out of his Pocket Ring. Holding the beef leg, he wolfed it down.
The food he consud quickly transford into Energy within his body, which, under his control, surged towards his injured thigh. The thigh wound didn't heal that easily, but strangely, the bleeding stopped.
For Juanlu, that was enough.
Seizing the opportunity, he imdiately got up. Relying on the little stamina he had just recovered, he hurried to the stone door and pushed it with all his might. The imnse force he exerted caused his wounds to bleed afresh, but he managed to push open a gap just wide enough for him to roll through.
As his body passed through the opening, a wave of power swept over him. The wounds on his body instantly healed, and even the blood and gri were washed away. His internal injuries also recovered, the pain replaced by a feeling of complete ease.
Completely refreshed, Juanlu stood up and let out a sigh of relief.
However, he didn't imdiately move forward. Instead, he sat down right where he was, took out a large amount of food from his Pocket Ring, and began frantically stuffing it into his mouth, chewing non-stop.
Eating so voraciously, he quickly consud an amount of food that seed to exceed his own body weight. He visibly grew chubbier, his entire fra expanding by a significant margin. Even his once flat, muscular abdon had transford into a round, slightly protruding beer belly.
Juanlu, now noticeably chubbier, finally stopped eating and let out a breath. He picked up a jug of water. GULP. GULP. He drank thirstily.
The Bat reappeared in his hand. It had long since been upgraded and modified, becoming extrely powerful. He found the weapon increasingly easy to handle the more he used it. Gripping his Bat, he walked forward.
The environnt of this level resembled a swamp, filled with various strange plants that emitted peculiar odors. Underfoot lay mud pits and marshland of varying depths, all covered with dense vegetation that made it impossible to gauge how deep any given spot was. The entire swamp was rather dim, and the farther he advanced, the harsher the environnt beca, with extrely pungent odors beginning to assault his nostrils. These acrid slls mingled with even more disgusting stenches, so strong they made his eyes water.
A foul stench wafted towards him, heavy with the sll of decay. Juanlu's expression tightened; the surrounding environnt alone was already proving to be a significant challenge. Magic Power swirled around his face, helping him to repel the noxious air.
"That Lucy is truly disgusting. He's so obviously targeting , isn't he?" Juanlu muttered.
Lucy was his instructor. This was the most crucial level; if he passed it, his performance would very likely enable him to obtain the Will to Advance. Moreover, it was clear that this level had been deliberately designed by his instructor to target his specific weaknesses.
As a chef, Juanlu had extrely strict requirents for his senses of taste and sll. He even trained them specifically to achieve exacting standards. This kind of environnt was unbearable for him because his brain would involuntarily analyze the slls he encountered, trying to decipher their composition and understand why they had ford. This involuntary process made him feel nauseous and ntally drained.
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