Chapter 188: Chapter 58

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

On a public cemetery plot in town, on top of a simple tomb, Sui Xiong who was invisible was looking at the slab of tombstone with a carving that said, Mr. Sui is buried here. He was a good man. He let out a heavy sigh.

Traverser Sui Xiong MK2’s reason of death was very ordinary… When he was buying something at the roadside one day, there was a cow that was frightened and driven crazy. It almost knocked into the old man that was selling vegetables, so he quickly dashed over to push the old man away while he got knocked by the mad cow that was running wild. He was dead on the spot.

It wasn’t an unacceptable death. They asked themselves; to die for rescuing people ain’t a bad way to die.

Just… Just a little regrettable.

Experiencing life, the mission to understand in depth the moral values of the people in the world, had yet to be completed!

He thought for a while and made another clone.

He still carried the memory of earth, but slightly amended: from a weak scholar into a brawny man that was quick in response. The other details, like origins or that sort, had been altered too, in order to avoid the situation similar to “Mr Sui.”

Of course, having a good command of language was a definite requirement.

“To have such talent, he wouldn’t die by doing such small deeds.” Looking at “Traverser Sui Xiong MK3,” he gave him the identity of a “lost traveller” who would stay in a small village and become a lumberjack. He nodded in secret and left with no worries.

Returning to the theme park, they started to ponder on the question of creating Oveila’s body.

Firstly, a centaur body wouldn’t work for sure!

Not only there was need to keep secret, it was also a need to keep safety.

There were of course Orcs and half-Orcs in the theme park, mainly half-Orcs. The Orcs were human-lion and human-bear, believers of Steel Lion and Silent Knight. But he was certain that there weren’t any centaurs at all in the theme park!

Centaur was a more close-minded tribe. Besides the holy war of the Orcs, they hardly left the grassland. Even if there was some centaur that became half-Orc then changed their belief and left, most of them would quickly turn into believers of the devil “God of Centaur,” due to their bloodline. They’d then fall into the Abyss and become a demon.

Hence, it was not that there weren’t any centaurs that wandered around the main dimension mainland, but that there were very few, extremely few.

If there was suddenly a centaur in the theme park, it would definitely draw attention, which would not be good!

Besides, Oveila was so strong that Jose and Frost had to join forces and run a dark scheme in order to kill her. If she were to recover her ability and cause trouble, that would be chaotic!

Try to imagine, someone who wasn’t far away from legendary realm that could be compared to Leon before Garth Port War and good at magic… If such troublemaker were to slam on the east and hammer on the west in the theme park, and cast damaging and harmful magic in large range, what would the ending be?

Sui Xiong shook his head and pushed the terrifying scene away from his mind.

“Alright, make a body that doesn’t have such damaging power!”

He pondered and decided to make a human body.

After about two hours, in the world that soul power was concealed, Oveila saw the new body that Sui Xiong was preparing for her.

“…That’s not quite right,” she said.

“What’s wrong with it?” Sui Xiong asked.

“I am a centaur, why is this a human?”

“There isn’t any centaur in my theme park. If there was a centaur out of nowhere, it would be too eye-catching.”

Oveila thought and asked, “The woman is a little short, and she doesn’t look strong.”

She emphasised, “Even if it is human, it should at least be stronger. The woman is so skinny, she is barely a hundred jin. Even wind could blow her away… She should at least be 200 jin, or above!”

“Please take into consideration her height. If she was 200 jin, wouldn’t her head be round then!”

“Then, make her taller!” Oveila played with the hair that was standing up against Earth’s gravity on top of the head of the body. “Even with the bunch of hair, she could barely reach my chest. This is too pathetic!”

“You are only a lecturer, you are not going to fight or kill anyone, what would you be so tall for?” Sui Xiong asked.

“It’s inconvenient to be so small sized!” Oveila emphasised. “I have to share my knowledge to pastors and high priests. So, I have to tell them about standard production of statues, platform and altars… or that sort, right? Look at this woman, standing behind the platform, no one would be able to see her if she were to bend down slightly…”

“It won’t be; they could at least see that bunch of hair on the top of her head.”

“What’s the use of that bunch of hair!”

Sui Xiong laughed drily and quickly switched the topic. “Look, she’s beautiful. She doesn’t look as gentle and weak as a human female, her muscles are actually quite solid…”

“This human isn’t even as tall as my javelin, what’s the point of having solid muscles!” Oveila said in disdain, “This woman; even my front line can bash up a bunch of them!”

“You are going to be an office staff, why do you bother about battle power for?”

“But, it can’t be like that! Short and small. I don’t even have a tail, this is so pathetic…”

“Humans don’t have tails.”

“Doesn’t even have a tail, that’s too ugly looking.” Oveila looked depressed. “My handsome golden tail…”

Sui Xiong had an idea that popped in his head. He waved his tentacles and loosened the golden hair that was tied up into a complicated English plaited bun on the back of the head, into a natural ponytail.

“Look, a golden tail,” he said.

Oveila let out a heavy sigh and decided not to debate against the wicked jellyfish God.

She could tell that no matter how much she went against it, the bastard would not amend the body anymore.

On the second day, Void Mask Church had another female lecturer called “Pan Jogan”.

Although the surname seemed unfamiliar, the female lecturer that was brimming with man’s mettle quickly caught everyone’s attention. She was knowledgeable and experienced, she was sharp with her words, and she had good skills. Especially interesting was that the bunch of golden hair on top of her head would change according to her mood. When she was happy, it would be standing straight; When she was in a bad mood, it would be limp. It worked just like a weather forecast.

In the church, those half-assed clergies quickly took a liking to the female teacher that looked sixteen, max. It was said that there were people who hired the bard, Shoggard, who normally sang in the theme park plaza, who insisted on calling himself “Saint-Vallier Von Stovski Francis,” to help them write love letters for her.

Unfortunately, even though Teacher Pan Jogan accepted the love letter, she didn’t even open to read them, but used them as materials to demonstrate the survival skill of “making friction fire”.

When the curls of smoke soared up from the shredded wood that was broken apart from a thin piece of wood, it shattered countless innocent teenage boys’ glass hearts.

“It looks like she is adapting to the new environment.” Hiding outside the lecture hall, Sui Xiong was looking at Oveila swinging her teaching stick to cane the idiot that couldn’t learn how to draw a praying plate according to astronomy and season. The idiot was wailing in pain and Sui Xiong couldn’t help but laugh.

He could tell that Oveila looked as though she was in a burst of uncontrollable anger, but in actual fact, she already showed mercy.

Although her body didn’t allow her to put her ability to play fully, with the ability that she could show, she could still break someone’s bones if she were serious. The question was which bone, and whether one needed to see a doctor or a pastor.

Regrettably, these high priests of higher orders were really unteachable; there were two that wanted to self explode their souls. So, in the end, Sui Xiong could only seal them back into the gemstones; let them sleep first, and deal with them later.

After getting in contact with six high priests, it was almost autumn.

The invigorating autumn climate was clear and fresh, they reaped a bumper harvest, which was also the time when many churches held grand festival celebrations.

Void Mask Church would also have a celebration ceremony then. They would pray at the grand holy altar, so that his believers that died in the past one year who still carried a deep affection towards human life could resurrect.

Although there weren’t many believers that could resurrect yearly, it was definitely incomparable to the situation where many other churches that would cast resurrection spells whenever there was sufficient money. Void Mask Church’s resurrection ceremony was more pure and closer to believers’ lives.

…Or maybe in simpler terms, besides this church, it would be impossible for any commoner to have a chance for resurrection.

“Void Mask Majesty, this is so unwise.” As a believer of God of Tyrannical, Oveila that was then called Pan Jogan of course wouldn’t partake the Void Mask Church’s ceremony. She was watching the ceremony from afar like Snowflake. When she saw the people resurrected one after another, and walk down slowly after they reshaped their bodies in the altar where they burnt the dead bodies of cow and goats to reunite with their families, the extremely professional clergy couldn’t help but comment.

“How is it unwise?” Sui Xiong , who left a clone there, asked curiously.

“As a God, dignity is more important than favor. You should first pressure your believers, then give them favors; that would be sufficient to maintain the devoted believers,” Oveila said. “Humans are like cows and horses; if they eat too much, they fall sick.”

“In total, there were less than one tenth of deceased that could be resurrected; how is this considered too much?” Sui Xiong asked.

“Such favors, like resurrection spells, should only be given when they contribute greatly. Look at them: who has contributed greatly?” Oveila shook her head. “These people are only the foundation of your church, there isn’t many with one extra, nor any lesser with one lesser. You should use your great divine power on believers that are stronger or extremely devoted, not waste it on these people.”

“But they really needed the mercy,” Sui Xiong laughed. “If I didn’t have sufficient power, then forget it. But as I have enough power, then I’ll just help along the way.”

Oveila turned around and looked at the floating jellyfish that was jade green, just like her eyes.

She kept quiet but looked at Sui Xiong solemnly. After a while he felt a little uncomfortable. Then she spoke again.

“From the standpoint of a clergy, I have to criticize you, because a naive method is not sustainable,” she said, “but from a commoner’s standpoint, I hope your naive method will last forever.

“From my personal experience, such naive methods are only sweet dreams that fade away that instance. Before I depart to the kingdom of my master, I will provide assistance to people who are as naive as you in order to prolong that sweet dream.”

“Alright!” Sui Xiong laughed. “It’s a deal then. Good luck!”

“No problem.”

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