A bolt of lightning streaked across the deep, dark sky, illuminating the entirety of the City of Silver. However, it didn’t last too long, and it soon disappeared into the darkness, returning the world to its pitch-black state.

After Derrick Berg opened his eyes, he immediately got off the bed and dashed for the door.

He slowed down his pace as he walked, his expression clearly conflicted.

How should I mention the Creator’s relic to the Chief? Directly tell the Chief that an item has caught my eye? No, no. Although, according to Mr. Hanged Man, the Chief has a tacit understanding towards such matters, I can’t be too direct… Derrick was always a thin-skinned youth. Even when his parents were alive, he seldom made requests for items.

He paused in place, seriously trying to recall the discussions with Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and the rest of the Tarot Club members, hoping to imitate them and find a reasonable excuse.

After simulating the possible developments all day, Derrick bit his lip and decided to be direct.

Carrying Thunder God’s Roar, he pulled open the door, entered the streets, and headed for the twin towers that was north of the city.

Along the way, many City of Silver residents came out of their houses, wearing smiles as they gathered at the training field.

This period of time was the harvesting season for Black-Faced Grass, a “festival” for the City of Silver to offer sacrificial offerings to the Creator. It was also one of the rare days when people could feel happy deep down in a darkness with harsh survival conditions.

Seeing cMdren who were skipping about and adults wearing Black-Faced Grass amulets and rings while hearing their discussions and singing, Derrick’s heart calmed down as his footsteps grew firmer.

Coming to the spire of the twin towers, he passed the message and met the Chief of the six-member council, Colin Iliad, in a particular room at the top of the tower.

This Demon Hunter was messy and grizzled as always, having not put effort into combing it. The wrinkles on his face were rather deep, leaving behind either deep or distorted old scars. His light blue eyes were deep with experience as though they could see through a person.

After Derrick saluted him, he nodded and said, “How’s your grasp of the Priest of Light potion?”

This was referring to the spirituality convergence and the corresponding familiarity with the various theurgical spells.

Derrick answered in a frank manner, “Almost grasped it.”

Yes, there’s no rush. The other members of the expedition team have yet to make preparations. They still need a certain amount of time, just like Lovia. She’s gathering and searching for the ingredients needed for her advancement.” Colin Iliad gave a casual mention.

a demigod? Derrick was

this Shepherd Elder all

affirmative answer, but he didn’t provide an

instead asked, “Is there something this

said, “Your Excellency, I discovered a relic of the Creator. It corresponds to the Sequence

muscular Colin in a linen shirt narrowed his eyes as the

made Derrick freeze on the spot, causing

an indescribable silence, Demon Hunter Colin said in a deep

realized that he accidentally mentioned something of great

eaten for a very long time, knowing that “He” had completely fallen, never to return again. This made him develop the illusion

the Chiefs question and gaze, Derrick fell silent, momentarily

few seconds and finally opened his mouth

“Yes, relic.

betrayed

subconsciously used the term the ecclesiastic at Afternoon Town

Derrick, his light blue

silent for a long while, and after

relic of the Creator

right to know what holy Sealed Artifacts the City of Silver has. Once you’re

the holy Sealed

the remnant High-Sequence Beyonder’s psyche mark on the Sealed Artifact. It could

8 from advancing to Sequence 7, or Sequence 7 to 6. As long as one had advanced correctly via consuming potions the previous time and had completely digested it, if one was willing to take the risk,

of Silver, there were a lot of Sequence 6 Beyonders, but Sequence 5 and up became rare.

Sealed Artifact to exchange for the Creator’s relic. I haven’t even mentioned this yet… Yes, I’ll

Yes, Your Excellency.”

didn’t say anything else as he bade farewell and

slowly walked to the

already many people gathered there. They were circling the Creator’s altar, and they were using ancient dances to please the deity. Others were singing praises of

on their faces, their eyes brimming with hope and anticipation. It was as if the Creator would return if they held on for a few more years, and all hardships would come

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