Genshin Impact: This light novel author doesn't cross the line.

Al-Hysen was convinced that Hazard was deliberately avoiding him, and that there was a carefully planned scheme behind it.

"In that case, I'll be going." He didn't linger there and turned to leave.

Next, he will use his own methods to find the answer.

Not long after Elhesen left, a young instructor walked briskly to the door of Hazard's office.

"Instructor Udai, I have something very important to report to the Great Sage. Please inform him."

Uday frowned slightly. He had just gone in to report Elhesen's request for an audience to Hazard, but was scolded mercilessly by the still-angry Hazard. He really didn't want to risk getting into trouble again.

“Instructor Runit, it’s not that I didn’t want to report your request for an audience, but the Great Sage just had a big argument with Sage Nafis and is in a particularly bad mood.”

Upon learning this news, Runit understood Uday's predicament. He knew that disturbing Hazard under these circumstances would be highly inappropriate. However, the matter he needed to report was also very important and could not be delayed.

So he spoke directly, saying in a low voice, "At the Udai Theological Council, a scholar who claims to be from the Seventh School has come."

Uday was suddenly startled; he hadn't expected it to be about this.

As is well known, the Order of the Church currently has six schools of thought: the School of Life, the School of Knowledge, the School of Clarity, the School of Principle, the School of Cause, and the School of Subtlety, corresponding to the six colleges of the Order of the Church.

However, according to historical records, the Council of the Fathers did not consist of only these six schools at its inception. Countless schools rose and fell among different colleges, but only the six schools, relying on the six colleges, withstood the test of time and obtained permanent teaching positions in the Council of the Fathers. Today, the six schools and the six colleges are almost synonymous.

Among these extinct schools of thought, one stands out: the "Seventh School," also known as the School of Corrections. Their theories were considered by the six major schools to be superstitious nonsense. Later, they parted ways with the six major schools and disappeared into the endless desert.

Only a few people in the Order of the Church knew about the Seventh School.

The matter was of great importance, and Uday dared not be negligent. He immediately pushed open the door and carefully went inside.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat oppressive. Hazard sat at his desk, his face still gloomy.

Uday approached Hazar and said softly, "Great Sage, Instructor Runit has something important to report." His voice was low, as if afraid of angering Hazar again.

Upon hearing Uday's words, Azar looked up, his eyes still blazing with anger. "Why are you coming in again? Didn't I tell you I don't want to see anyone right now?" His tone was impatient, clearly indicating that his emotions had not completely subsided.

Uday dared not say anything more and prepared to turn and leave.

Just then, Hazard suddenly waved his hand and said wearily, "Let him in."

Uday paused for a moment, then walked to the door and said to the waiting Instructor Runit, "The Great Sage invites you in."

Rooney nodded, gathered his thoughts, then pushed open the door and went inside.

“Great Sage, there is a young scholar outside the Instruction Council who claims to be from the Seventh School,” he reported respectfully.

“The Seventh School?” Hazard’s face showed shock, and his voice revealed disbelief. “How is that possible? Weren’t they buried in the sands of history long ago?”

Hazard's feelings instantly became complicated.

The Seventh School, this once glorious and mysterious school, has reappeared before him, and the timing of its appearance is far too subtle.

He couldn't help but start to wonder what the appearance of this young scholar who called himself the Seventh School meant, and whether it was related to his plan to create a god.

"What's the young scholar's name?" he asked.

He said his name was Oppenheimer.

Chapter 116 Oppenheimer

Let's rewind to a month ago.

Omos Port is an important port city in Sumeru, nestled in the embrace of a vast blue sea. Whenever the sun shines on the water, the shimmering surface sparkles like countless diamonds. Behind the city lies a vast rainforest, a natural sanctuary brimming with mystery and vitality. The verdant rainforest and the blue sea complement each other, making Omos Port even more beautiful and tranquil.

The city streets are bustling and lively, teeming with people and traffic. Citizens move through the streets and alleys, some busy making a living, others enjoying their leisure time. Street vendors hawk their wares, while people gather in cafes to chat and laugh; everything seems so harmonious and vibrant.

The little boy, Ram, walked unsteadily down the street, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The pain of the disease had tormented him for too long, and now he only wanted to die quietly by the sea he longed for, so as not to be a burden to his family anymore.

However, even such a humble wish seemed difficult to fulfill, because he was too weak.

He struggled to keep going, but the heaviness in his body grew stronger, each step feeling like carrying a thousand pounds. His vision began to blur, the world around him seemed shrouded in mist, and the once familiar streets became strange and distant. He swayed precariously, trying his best to stay conscious.

Finally, his body could no longer support him, and he collapsed helplessly onto the cold ground. He tried to get up, but his strength was completely exhausted, and he could only lie on the ground panting heavily.

Passersby quickly noticed him; some stopped to watch, others looked on with pity. One kind-hearted person approached, but upon seeing the black scales on his arm, immediately shook his head, sighed, and walked away.

Ram did not blame the passersby for their indifference, because his illness only brought bad luck.

Just as he closed his eyes, quietly awaiting death, a voice as warm as the sun suddenly whispered in his ear, "Little friend, you look unwell." The voice was so gentle, like a spring breeze, softly caressing his heart.

He struggled to open his eyes, his eyelids feeling as if they were carrying a thousand pounds of weight. But the moment he finally opened his eyes, he found a handsome and gentle-looking man squatting down beside him, his eyes filled with concern and worry as he quietly looked at him.

The hint of concern that flashed in the man's eyes made Ram's heart skip a beat.

With all his might, he opened his mouth slightly and said in a weak and low voice, "Big brother, don't worry about me, I'm about to die."

As she spoke, she raised her thin, bony arm and gestured to him with the demonic scales on it.

"Demon Scale Disease?" The man chuckled. "Little friend, don't despair. I happen to be able to cure this disease."

Ram lay there, listening to the man's words, a feeling of disbelief welling up within him. The black scales on his arms were symptoms of what was known as "Demon Scale Disease." This disease was widely known in Sumeru, and countless scholars had devoted their lives to its treatment. They had done everything in their power to find the source and cure for this disease, but all had returned empty-handed.

Ram once held onto hope, expecting to one day meet a healer who could cure him. However, repeated treatment failures gradually shattered his hopes, and he began to accept this cold reality.

"Don't believe it?"

The man gently grasped Ram's arm, and at that moment, he felt a cool, chilling current emanating from the man's palm. This cold current seemed to come from the summit of a snow-capped mountain, pure and powerful. As this cold current entered his body, he began to feel the vile force within him, the pathogenic force that had been spreading and destroying his body, being expelled by this cold current.

The cold current emanating from the man's hand flowed through Ram's body, like a master conductor precisely containing and forcing the vile force to a corner of his arm. Ram could clearly feel the force coursing through her body; each time the cold current touched the vile force, the sharp, knife-like pain lessened.

As time passed, the cool, chilling sensation spread deeper into Ram's body. Like a spring breeze, it carried away Ram's pain, and also took away the fear and despair in his heart.

He felt as if he were in a valley where a gentle breeze was blowing, and the light feeling made him almost forget the existence of his body.

His demonic scale disease had actually been cured. He couldn't believe what had happened; was he already in paradise?

However, the real tactile sensations coming from his body clearly told him that everything was real.

"Big brother, thank you for saving me. May I ask your name?" With the man's help, Ram struggled to his feet. Although he was still somewhat weak, the spreading evil power had been completely eliminated, and the pain had lessened considerably.

"No need to thank me, thank Lord Little Lucky Grass King instead." The man smiled kindly. "I am Oppenheimer, a scholar of the Seventh School of Little Grass Theory."

Chapter 117 Offering Faith to the Little Lucky Grass King

The news that someone could cure Demon Scale Disease spread like wildfire throughout Sumeru. Every corner, every market, every family was talking about it.

From all directions, countless people afflicted by the Demon Scale Disease gathered at Port Ormos. Their eyes were filled with anticipation and longing, but also with doubt and worry.

After all, the Demon Scale Disease is a problem that has plagued the entire Sumeru region. Can that scholar Oppenheimer really cure it?

However, all doubts vanished when a patient with scaly skin was successfully treated by Oppenheimer.

People began to believe that the scholar named Oppenheimer had indeed found a cure for Devil Scales. Those who had long suffered from the disease wept with joy as they watched their fellow citizens regain their lives.

But a hint of worry mingled with the joy. Oppenheimer could only treat three patients a day, and there were so many patients, which meant it would take a long time before it was his turn to treat someone.

In the central square of Omosport, Oppenheimer, also known as Ueno Chiki, stood on a high place, looking at the patients with the Demon Scales waiting for treatment, his heart filled with emotion.

He didn't intentionally limit himself to treating only three patients a day; rather, the power of the Evil Eye, used to suppress forbidden knowledge within the bodies of Demon Scale patients, had strict limitations.

If done more than three times, it will cause serious side effects to your body.

Last time, in front of the Tenshu Gate, in order to resist a blow from the Puppet General, he frantically seized the power of the Evil Eye created by the Doctor, causing the forbidden knowledge contained in the Evil Eye to invade his body and infect him with the Demon Scale Disease.

If Columbia hadn't used the Evil Eye bestowed upon him by the Ice Queen to suppress his forbidden knowledge, he would have suffered inhuman torment, just like the patient before him.

He straightened up, his hands gesturing loosely downwards, palms facing down, as if pleading, or perhaps giving a command. The surrounding noise gradually subsided, and everyone's attention focused on the young scholar.

"Greetings, people of Sumeru." His voice was deep and steady, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears. "I am Oppenheimer, a scholar of the Seventh School."

"In addition, I have another identity, which is the divine messenger of the Great Compassion Tree King, assisting the Little Auspicious Grass King in saving Mount Sumeru."

These words immediately caused an uproar among the public. People discussed the matter excitedly, and the noise created a cacophony.

After a long while, the clamor of the crowd gradually subsided, and most people were skeptical of Oppenheimer's statement. Their skepticism was not without reason, for a simple reason—the Great Tree King had been dead for nearly five hundred years.

In these five hundred years, there has been no news about the Great Tree King. And shouldn't the Great Sage Azhar, who is closer to the gods, be the Great Tree King's messenger?

Then, Ueno Chiki said loudly, "I was originally a patient with the same demonic scales as you."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a large patch of black, scaly scars on his arm, a remnant of the Demon Scale Disease.

The crowd gasped in surprise, never expecting that he had shared a similar experience with them.

"I have also despaired before. Why is fate so cruel to me?"

This statement resonates with many people, who often question why they have to endure such suffering when they have never done anything wrong.

"Just when I was lost and hopeless, one night I had a dream. In the dream, the Great Tree King granted me the ability to cure the Demon Scale Disease and taught me the knowledge of the Seventh School, so that I could assist the Little Auspicious Grass King in saving Sumeru."

"People of Sumeru, we have all neglected our present deity, the great and kind Little Auspicious Grass King. My power can only suppress the Demon Scale Disease, but her power can completely eradicate it, so that no one will ever suffer from this disease again."

As long as you offer it your sincere faith!

His voice was passionate and seductive, seemingly possessing a kind of magic that deeply captivated everyone present. The crowd's emotions were instantly ignited; the doubt and confusion in their eyes vanished, replaced by boundless fervor. They would believe in anything, anything, as long as someone could cure their demonic scale disease—especially their existing god.

In the square, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, "We believe in the Little Lucky Grass King! We are willing to offer our devout faith!" Their voices converged into a powerful force that soared into the sky, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

At that moment, Ueno Chiki gazed at the passionate crowd and noticed a particularly familiar figure among them. She had delicate features, a seemingly fragile appearance, and a dignified and elegant demeanor. Her simple white and green dress accentuated her graceful figure, and beneath her arched eyebrows were a pair of bright eyes filled with devout faith.

He recognized her at a glance; she was Dina Zede, the protagonist of the early stages of the Sumeru storyline. She was also the most devout follower of the Little Auspicious Grass King Nasita, and more importantly, she was very rich.

In the story mission, she single-handedly organized a grand Flower Goddess birthday celebration for the Little Lucky Grass King.

With her funding, my pyramid scheme—I mean, my missionary work—would surely go very smoothly.

Miss believer, you wouldn't want your god to be imprisoned forever, would you?

Chapter 118 I gave you a chance, but you failed

Chiki Ueno gently pushed through the crowd and walked up to Dina Zede. She said in a gentle tone, "Hello, Miss Dina Zede."

"You know me?" Dina Zede gently covered her mouth with her small hand, her eyes wide open, filled with surprise.

Beside Desia stood a muscular woman, watching Ueno Chiki warily like a lioness. Having grown up in the harsh desert, she was wary of everything.

Ueno Chiki smiled slightly, "Miss Dina Zede, today's encounter was actually preordained. I am the messenger of the Great Tree King, and you are the messenger of the Little Lucky Grass King!"

Upon hearing this, Dina Zede was even more incredulous. "This, this, how is this possible? I have no ability, how could I have been chosen as a divine messenger?"

Ueno Chiki thought to herself, "You may not have any superpowers, but you have the power of money."