Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

"But then again, this game is really detailed!" Grantham couldn't help but exclaim as he started the video recording.

Grantham has always been a keen observer of game details. After playing for a few months, he's discovered that each location has its own unique characteristics. The architecture of the Byron Republic, his birthplace, is bold and unrestrained, emphasizing axial symmetry; the Kingdom of Sifalik is rich in romance and grandeur; and the architecture of the Kingdom of Bryston is simplified in form and vibrant in color. Just show him a picture and he's instantly recognizable.

Even traveling between areas requires several days of transportation. If it weren't for game elements such as Hearthstone and landing points, and if every time you log into the game you have to go through the dive cabin and login screen for authentication, Grantham would think he had traveled through time every time he entered the game.

Grantham looked around and walked directly to the magnificent St. Raymond's Cathedral not far away. Compared with the Holy Star Cathedral in his own camp, the church in front of him was larger in scale, and the interior was more magnificent and exquisite. It was worthy of being a landmark building that took five centuries to build.

After entering the church, the most conspicuous and exquisite thing inside is a sacrificial hall, in which a middle-aged priest in white clothes sits in the front row, facing the statue of the sun goddess, with his head buried, eyes closed, and praying intently.

The other man had black hair and a very thick beard. A ray of sunlight shone through the skylight at the top, dyeing half of his body golden.

The "Church of Asceticism" is so high-end, grand, and classy... Grantham was immediately shocked by this slightly sacred scene, and subconsciously cast a detection spell on the other party.

"The target you are exploring is extremely dangerous. Please proceed with caution."

At this moment, the other party opened his eyes, looked at Grantham with indifferent eyes, and said coldly:

"Chosen One, this is not the place you should be."

Grantham hurriedly took out the letter given to him by the protagonist and said loudly:

"I'm Wayne Sternwell's messenger, and he asked me to deliver this letter to Stuart Crowe personally!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Grantham felt something was wrong, because it was very rude to call the Patriarch by his name. However, the Patriarch did not care about this. He took the letter, examined it for a moment, and returned it to Grantham with an expression of surprise and a little respect on his face.

"Are you His Majesty Wayne's messenger? Please follow me."

Damn, Wayne Stewell is so prestigious, isn't he? Grantham raised his hand to smooth his hair, feeling strangely proud. Following the middle-aged priest all the way to the deepest part of the church, he met Stuart Crowe in a magnificent hall, wearing a gorgeous white robe and holding the scepter of Saint Zachary.

"I wonder what's in this letter? Is it related to the upcoming main quest?"

Facing this powerful NPC in the background of the apocalypse story, Grantham tried hard to calm his inner curiosity, told himself to stay calm, and handed over the letter.

"Thank you."

Stuart Crow took the letter from Grantham, opened the letter, and carefully read the contents line by line. A look of shock flashed across his face.

After reading, Stuart Crowe folded the letter and looked at Grantham. "Go back and tell Mr. Wayne that I have read his letter. I will verify it and interview him in person."

"A personal interview? What does a personal interview mean?" Gransham waited for a long time but did not receive any follow-up tasks. The hidden mission he had imagined before seemed to have come to nothing. He just ran errands but did not gain any benefits.

In a daze, Grantham was escorted out of St. Raymond's Cathedral. Suddenly, a cold breeze blew, which made him feel a little clearer.

"Wait, how am I going to get back? No one's going to take me back to Nathaniel! Do I have to spend three to five days on a steam train?"

The weather in Docklands was cold and a little rainy. Grantham sat on a bench nearby, dazed. He was so angry that he couldn't help but look up and roar:

"Fuck you, you immortal! Go get your lunch!"

The next second, a white light appeared on his body and he was teleported back.

.........

At the same time, the Holy Starry Sky Cathedral.

Grantham, still furious, appeared inside the church, even shouting the last half of his words into the Cathedral. Beside him were Wayne Stewell and another bookish young man dressed in black, a black hat, and a yellow scarf.

At this time, Wayne Stewell and the young man were looking at him with a smile.

"Wayne Stewell's opinion of you has decreased by 30 points, now standing at Indifference (-60)."

This… Looking at the prompt on the control panel, Grantham felt like slapping himself in the face. He completed the mission with a feeling of deep regret, relayed Stuart Crowe's words to Wayne Stewell, and watched him nod coldly before completing the mission. Perhaps it was because of his low favorability, but the follow-up didn't trigger. Grantham truly wanted to cry.

After taking a look at the little black guy who was hesitating and looking back every few steps, Zhou Ning suppressed his smile and looked away.

Of course, the interview Stuart Crow mentioned didn't mean coming in person. As a pastor, the other party had a thousand ways to contact him. I hoped he'd discover something new.

With the information I provided, if even the Ascetic Church cannot discover the problem, then they do not deserve to be one of the most powerful orthodox churches in the entire continent.

Later, Zhou Ning found out where Richie Burke was and found him squatting on the toilet in the bathroom inside the church. Speaking of which, Richie Burke was actually quite miserable. At that time in Alsop Swamp, he was the biggest victim of XB's eating and shitting flow, and he would ask him if he needed paper every now and then.

As a result, as a super-class professional, Richie Burke developed a psychological trauma. He couldn't defecate when someone was nearby, and he had previously asked for a separate bathroom in the church.

"This group of players is so rude..." Zhou Ning withdrew his perception and thought silently.

When Richie Burke washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom, he unexpectedly saw Wayne Stewell in the hall with a young man beside him.

"His Highness Wayne, who is he?"

Grantham, who was walking out reluctantly, pricked up his ears. As a video host, he was very curious about the new character in the protagonist's camp.

"He is Zhou Ning, the Patriarch of the Starry Sky Church. When I'm away, he will handle church affairs on my behalf. If you have any questions, you can communicate with him directly."

"Zhou Ning?" Richie Burke opened his mouth. He was one of the three angels of the Starry Sky Church, an angel walking on earth, possessing the power to create and rewrite reality.

He had originally thought that Wayne Stewell was the only active angel in the Starry Sky Church, but he hadn't expected a second one to appear so soon. What about the third, or even the fourth? Shouldn't he see one soon?

He suddenly felt a little inflated. Perhaps it was because he was so used to seeing angels in the Starry Sky Church that he didn't think angels walking on the earth were so strange.

Looking at the smiling young man, Richie Burke rubbed his hands nervously and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty Zhou Ning, my name is Richie Burke, and I'm in charge of all church affairs. If you have any needs, please let me know, and I will fully cooperate."

"No problem." Miracle nodded politely.

Sure enough, there is no difference between him and a real person. Zhou Ning smiled. After the miracle happened to you, the Starry Sky Church actually had an angel in charge, which was of great help to him.

Oh right... I almost forgot to test my new ability. Like most Northerners, their biggest characteristics are greed, stinginess, and a sense of urgency. Zhou Ning pondered for a moment, looked at Richie Burke, and used the "Irrefutable Request" power to make his own request.

"Mr. Burke, the church still needs a lot of funds to operate. As a senior leader of the church, I hope you can donate some funds."

"...Okay." Richie Burke originally wanted to donate a small amount, but for some unknown reason he pulled out bank cards and a thick stack of Victoires from his ring and handed them to Zhou Ning.

"Here is a total of 2200 Victors. There is also 72 Victors in the bank card. This is all my property. The money in the card is deposited in the Sifalik State Bank. The password is 745281."

At this moment, his body shook and he woke up, feeling dizzy. How could he have donated all his belongings for no apparent reason and leaked his bank card password?

He looked at Zhou Ning with a dull expression. When he was completely desperate, he saw Zhou Ning push the bank card back to him and said leisurely:

"The church only accepts cash donations."

Fortunately... Richie Burke breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel his back soaked with cold sweat.

This power was quite effective. Richie Burke was only one step away from becoming a demigod. He had actually managed to get such a stingy fellow like Richie Burke to surrender all his possessions. This test was undoubtedly a success. This power was almost spiritual in nature, with a very short cooldown and low concentration consumption.

But... thinking of the scene just now, Zhou Ning couldn't help but curl his lips:

"Rich Burke is such a rich guy!"