A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

If you can touch the fourth layer of the magic net, it means you have been very diligent and practiced day and night.

At dusk, just before dinner time, a strange, unidentified priest knocked on the door.

Brother Dawn opened the door in surprise.

But this man was looking for Thomas. "Come with me, someone wants to see you. Remember to bring your things."

Thomas immediately understood that this was the messenger sent by his cheap teacher, no, his mentor.

He took all his belongings and left with the priest.

After walking for a long time, we arrived at a courtyard.

It seemed to be the private residence of a high-ranking priest or noble, or perhaps a strange building of a small church.

The house wasn't big, but the courtyard was quite large. Furthermore, Thomas could clearly sense in his mind that among the guards, sentinels, and patrolmen he encountered along the way, there were many hidden talents.

At least four elite soldiers.

Even in Rome, the center of the Christian world, this density is quite terrifying.

Of course, the Deer-Headed Demon is an unconventional existence that goes beyond normal logic.

Finally, they stopped at the entrance to a basement.

It looked like an ordinary basement—a small house like a woodshed was built at the entrance to facilitate entry and exit and to provide shelter from the wind and rain, but one could sense the presence of magic.

Thomas has already come into contact with the fifth layer of the magic network and can feel the existence of magical power to a certain extent.

So he was sure that there was something wrong either with the small house or with the entire courtyard.

However, Thomas did not have the time to carefully distinguish, because when he arrived, a familiar figure appeared at a corner.

It was just his advantage...ah, no, mentor!

Leo XI was still dressed as an ascetic, but now his expression seemed calm and indifferent.

The monk leading the way bowed to the Holy See and left.

"Have you brought everything?" he asked.

"Yes!" Thomas replied immediately.

The Holy See walked to the entrance of the basement and gently touched the door with his hand.

As Thomas watched, the door opened silently.

"Go inside and ask all the questions you want to ask," Leo XI said seriously. "But you can only stay in there for ten minutes. At the eleventh minute, I'll ring the bell. When you hear the bell, no matter how urgent the matter is, you must come out immediately. Even if you're halfway through answering your most pressing question, you must come out. This is very important, do you understand? You'll have another chance to go in next time, understand?!"

"Yes, teacher." Although Thomas was confused, it did not affect his answer.

"Okay." The Holy See nodded in satisfaction. "Go in. Although the light is low, once you walk up the stairs, the ground inside is very flat and there's nothing in the way. You can walk and run without worry."

Thomas walked into the basement with full of doubts.

There wasn't much to say at first, just a series of stone steps leading down in the dark.

The steps were very smooth, reminding Thomas of the reinforced concrete steps of his previous life.

Thomas took out his poisonous night-shining pearl from his arms and rubbed it gently, which emitted a soft but wide-ranging light.

In this way, you can walk very quickly.

Soon the stairs came to an end, and Thomas entered a large circular basement covering several hundred square meters.

The basement was lined with maze-like walls. However, these walls broke at regular intervals. Therefore, it wasn't actually a maze. Anyone could easily reach the center of the basement.

All the walls are painted with complex symbols.

Thomas had seen these symbols before. He didn't understand them, but he had seen them.

He had seen this kind of thing before in Kiev when he entered the Zoroastrian temple to challenge the nightmare god Malovit.

Gandalf said it was a counter magic circle.

Something used to deal with gods.

The Zoroastrians used this to limit Marlowet's power. Later, these counter-magic circles were repaired and strengthened by Gandalf.

And the counter magic circle here... feels more complete and complicated than the one made by the Zoroastrians.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Thomas felt that he had a rough idea.

No wonder... when the Grand Commander wanted to capture Malovit, he said that this was based on the wisdom of his predecessors and there was a precedent.

Of course, in the mouths of Christians, it is not a god, but an elf or a demon.

No wonder they are so cautious.

"Ah, who is here?" A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, almost scaring Thomas.

He looked around but couldn't see a single moving thing.

"Am I dreaming?" the voice said again. "A... young god?"

Chapter 44: The Sealed Spirit 2

Thomas stopped.

"Who?" he shouted.

"Ah, a young god in the attire of a Catholic monk," the voice scoffed. "This is like a scene from a classic comedy!"

"Who? Who's talking to me?"

"Ah, please do not worry, young god. You are speaking to an unfortunate prisoner." The voice continued to laugh. "Trapped here, deceived, exploited, controlled... well, these are just complaints. Let's get down to business. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to seek answers to some questions," Thomas said immediately.

"Interesting! A bold request," the voice said. "You seem to know something. So, young god, what can I, your prisoner, do for you?"

Thomas was a little wary because he could guess the other party's general identity, but he didn't know his attitude.

"I have a few items I need to know their uses and effects."

Thomas took out the blood crystal from his arms.

This prismatic crystal, extracted from Princess Changdao by the Deer-Headed Spirit, embodies Princess Changdao's innate abilities.

"A crystal, containing fragments of divine power, the embryonic form of a godhead," the voice said. "I don't know who created it, but it must have been extracted from someone's body. I don't know its original owner or its creator, and it's difficult to determine its purpose."

"The creator was a deer-headed spirit. It was supposed to be the bloodline ability of a certain girl. A girl with extraordinary talent who could gain strength from the attention of others."

"Now that you put it that way, I completely understand. This prototype of godhood... should be something like musical or dramatic power. What a pity. If it hadn't been extracted, this girl would have had the potential to be deified." The voice lamented. "But it's only a prototype, after all. Deification is only a theoretical possibility. And with a mere Deer-Headed Spirit... this method is crude. If you hope to obtain this kind of power, I can only say that you're on your own."

"Why do you say it's a divine power like music or drama?"

"Because it's not attention that works... well, or rather, attention isn't enough. No god gains power simply from the attention of others. If there is one, it's the Creator God, or the Maker. Attention is one thing, but attention also requires emotional fluctuations. Young god, do you understand what I mean?"

"Not only does it want to be seen, but it also wants the person who sees it to experience emotional fluctuations... can it be joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness?"

"It will be all right."

Thomas understood everything now.

Combining what he knew before, he roughly understood the essence of the Long Sword Princess's power.

Even God cannot obtain divine power from believers at will.

Because although the power of the human soul is small, its level is extremely high. It is the power that comes from the Creator and the God of Creation.

Even if it deteriorates repeatedly, its essence remains unchanged.

Ordinary gods must put their believers in a certain mental state in order to absorb divine power.

"Can't I absorb it?"

"Yes! But it contains too many impurities, so as I said earlier, the methods used to extract it were too crude. If you want to obtain this power, you'll have to rely on your own luck! The risk is too great, and only the wise would do it. If I were you, I would choose to make it into an object."

"What item?"

"Something that can be seen by many people and can also cause emotional fluctuations in them. Young god, there are not many options for answering this question."

"Flag!" Thomas thought of this thing almost immediately.

Or some symbol, emblem, coat of arms... A statue of a deity is actually not bad, but overall, a flag is the best.

After all, it can be held high, easily visible to thousands or even tens of thousands of people. And it is easy to carry.

"Maybe." The mysterious voice laughed.

“How do you make it?” Thomas asked again.

"I can help you," the mysterious voice replied. "You can bring what you want to create here, and I can help you enchant this bloodline crystal into it. For many people, this is difficult, but for me it's easy."

"What about these?" Thomas took out several semi-finished magic items one by one.

These items had been processed so thoroughly that they were extremely difficult to distinguish. Even great magicians couldn't immediately identify what they were or what they were used for.

But the mysterious voice gave a direct answer. Not only did it explain the item's purpose, but it also explained how to process it.

Thomas wrote these down one by one.

These things are of no use to him.

Thomas now began to understand why the Deer-Headed Demon carried these semi-finished products with him.

Now it seems that it also knows that these things are of little use, so it wants to carry them with it and sell them at any time!

On the contrary, those things that are really useful, can be sold at a high price or used as valuable gifts...are put aside first and used when needed.

Of course, all those things ended up belonging to Thomas.

He had no way of judging the time because he didn't have a timing device on him, but the bell in the basement didn't ring, so Thomas knew he still had time.

The question he wanted had been answered satisfactorily, and now it seemed he could go further.

"I want to ask, why are you trapped here?" Thomas suddenly changed the subject.

The mysterious voice laughed. "That's a long story. It's more like... well, it was just a random mistake."

"From what I understand, many gods once walked the earth, but now they've become embedded in the fundamental forces or laws of the universe beneath its surface. Why are they unable to return to this material world?" Thomas asked. "Some have even lost their own consciousness?"

"Hahahahahaha..." the voice laughed. "Young god, you ask a very good question. So, let me answer you. Everything has an end. The gods too have a lifespan... No, I'd even go so far as to say that mountains, rivers, oceans, this entire planet, even the entire universe, all have a lifespan. Everything is the same; its lifespan may be long, but it's not infinite."

really……

Some scientific speculations from his previous life flashed through Thomas' mind... Even the universe has a lifespan limit.

Heat death, or cold death. The universe will eventually be destroyed.

"What about the gods beyond this world? For example... Ahura Mazda? Or Yahweh?"

"I prefer to call them 'Yahweh.' 'Yahweh' is completely the wrong name." The voice continued to laugh. "Those beings cannot be easily described. It is difficult to describe. They are a dimension of complete transcendence... The difference between them and ordinary gods is no less than the difference between gods and ordinary humans. Young god, I can see that you have ambition, but you are still far from that."

"Or perhaps we could say that the vast majority of beings humans call 'gods' have a lifespan limit. However, for a god, reaching the limit of their physical lifespan does not equate to death. Death is not achieved until their consciousness and spirit are completely extinguished. Young god, do you understand why?"

"Because... one can place one's consciousness and spirituality... within the fundamental laws of the world?"

The voice laughed again.

A sudden ringing sounded.

Chapter 45: Protecting the Nation

Although he had many questions in his mind, Thomas still remembered his teacher's advice at this moment.

Must leave.

Although I don't know why I do this, but... there must be a reason.

Thomas turned and left without hesitation.

"Young god, if you want real power, then..." The voice in his ear was still whispering, but as Thomas walked up the stairs, the voice behind him immediately became almost inaudible.

Thomas hesitated slightly, but immediately quickened his pace again.

After all, this is not a one-time opportunity, there will be more opportunities in the future.

Thomas walked out and sure enough, the teacher was waiting for him outside.

The old man was relieved to see that Thomas came out quickly.

He was not wrong. This disciple was very steady in character.