A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"A great elder passed away unexpectedly. It's said that while scolding a few new helpers, he may have scolded them too harshly, causing a mouthful of phlegm to get stuck in his trachea, making it impossible to breathe. Of course, it's just a rumor, I doubt it's that simple!"

"Ah... but... there is no way to save him?" There is magic in this world. As long as you don't die immediately, magic can always save you.

"Under different circumstances, he could have been saved. But he was in the middle of scolding someone, and everyone assumed he was sulking, so they didn't dare disturb him. And the few people who had been scolded had just left and didn't dare look back." The Grandmaster sighed. "So even though he could have been saved if only someone had noticed, no one noticed. It's said he died a very miserable death. Alas..."

"So?"

"Ferdinand has been promoted to the new Grand Elder." The Grand Master sighed. "He has successfully been promoted to Protector of the Nation."

Although it was he who recommended Ferdinand to get this position, he always felt something was not right when talking about it.

Ferdinand, who had previously been subservient to him, suddenly became a great elder on equal footing with him...

Moreover, the other party was a protector of the country. Not only did he have great strength, but he also had a long lifespan... and he was younger than himself! Anyone could see that Ferdinand's development prospects were much better than his own.

The feeling is really hard to describe.

"Not only that, I heard that the higher-ups intend to let him take my job." The Grand Master sighed again.

The Wolf God was dead, and someone had to take the blame. He was the one who took the blame.

Although he did nothing wrong, he still has to take leadership responsibility!

"Ah!" Muzaffar was also surprised.

"So, Muzaffar, we don't have much time now. We must do something!" said the Grand Master. "It would be best if we could kill Thomas!"

Chapter 221 Invitation 1

"But, sir... this task is difficult to accomplish with just elite troops. The Knights' spies are densely spread across that island, and it would take an outsider more than a day or two to infiltrate!" Muzaffar also felt the difficulty. "Besides, that flag will give Thomas immense combat power. His own strength is comparable to that of a Half-Step Protector of the Nation."

"I heard... because of the Knights' successful expedition to Ceuta," the Grand Master changed the subject. "The Pope intends to appoint Thomas as a cardinal?"

"There is news, though it's not 100% certain," Muzaffar replied. "But it's highly likely. Even if he were to be crowned a cardinal, it would only mean one more red robe; nothing else would change."

Simply dressing Thomas in red was an exaggeration. There was no way Thomas could be reassigned to another position—not to mention the question of whether a talent like him would be best suited to the Order. These days, the Church is all about one position. If Thomas were given a position, someone else would inevitably lose it.

Amidst the open and covert struggles, even the Pope may not be able to resolve the issue in the short term.

On the contrary, if you just wear a red dress, it is actually an honorary title and worthless.

Of course, having said that, simply wearing a red robe would be impossible if Thomas was not a student of the Pope!

"So there's an opportunity here... Thomas must go to Rome to be canonized!" the Grand Master said slowly. "This trip back and forth will open up a great opportunity!"

"what!"

"If Thomas chooses to take part of the land route, he will definitely go through Byzantium. But the Byzantines have nothing to do with the Knights Templar now. Not only are they not allies, but on the contrary they are full of hostility," said the Grand Master.

"So, Thomas can only take the pure sea route!"

"But this naval interception... the ocean is vast. Even if we use prophecy magic, there's a certain chance of failure... not to mention that flag could very well cast anti-prophecy magic. Besides, Thomas could have chosen to bring a fleet!"

Now the Knights are growing stronger day by day. They already have the combat power of three squadrons and have also provided shipyards in various countries with a steady stream of warship orders.

Not only does it have an impressive record of battle, but it also offers very high benefits, attracting young nobles from various countries and veteran mercenaries to join.

"If he goes to Rome with a fleet, then there's nothing we can do." Muzaffar said pragmatically.

The Grand Master laughed.

"He won't," he said confidently. "As long as we seize the opportunity and create some disturbance in Smyrna before he sets off, his only option will be to send the main force of his fleet to support him."

"The Smyrna castle is said to be more than halfway through construction, making it at its most vulnerable. Thomas will never risk it!"

"It would be hard to catch Thomas. If he only had one ship, it would have to be the fastest and best. He would be as slippery as a loach on the sea."

The Grand Master's smile remained unchanged.

"Yes, that's theoretically correct," he said. "Fortunately, this time, we have an ally. He can track Thomas' every move."

"what!"

"Of course, it's not possible when we depart from Rhodes Island. But when we return from Rome, there will be no problem." The Grand Master further explained.

Although he did not specify who the "ally" was, no matter how stupid Muzaffar was, he knew that it was probably someone in the Christian camp.

By the way, as the Knights expanded, they inevitably offended many people during this period!

"In that case, we must mobilize all available personnel, especially Herzl. Reiss is an expert at naval warfare, and he's indispensable in a sea battle."

……

The knights finally returned to the ship during the last period of time after dark.

Of course, a small detachment was left behind to hold the island. Meanwhile, the village on the mountain deserved further repairs. A fleet might even be stationed there in the future.

However, Thomas did not have such ambitions for the time being, as the Knights' sphere of influence was limited. The true uncrowned king of the Mediterranean was Venice.

The Venetians are now the overlords of the Mediterranean and they look down on this place.

Their base in the Eastern Mediterranean is Crete, which is a good place. An unknown island like this with only a few hundred inhabitants is something no one cares about.

The limit is to come here occasionally to replenish water.

The Knights had no choice but to take advantage of this small loophole to prepare for possible future wars.

Back in his cabin, Thomas lit a candle and looked carefully at the statue.

The statue is a single-piece casting, made of silver but plated with gold. It appears to be an ordinary sculpture. Apart from its material, there's nothing else worth noting.

But Thomas remembered how that mysterious field was released in the room before.

The source of the domain is most likely this statue.

After looking through the statue for a while, Thomas couldn't find any clues about its mysterious nature. He guessed that only believers could activate its power.

But why can this power be activated?

All signs indicate that this statue may be a "real" deity.

The experience in Kiev shows that although monotheism is prevalent in this era, in fact not all of the old gods have disappeared.

Some of them changed their appearance and became "saints" or "angels" in monotheistic religions.

Others fell into a deep sleep, but would wake up from time to time.

Thomas didn't quite understand, but if he wanted to become a god and really go one step further, he would have to study carefully how the statue released its "domain".

There is no divine emblem on the statue!

Tsk, surely other gods don't have the same troubles as me, Thomas couldn't help but think.

I should ask the blue-robed wizard to come and help me research it. Although he knows it in his heart, I am afraid he can't figure out anything.

The power of the gods is similar to magic, but it is not magic.

After a long time of fruitless searching, Thomas put the statue aside and went to bed to rest.

It is said to be a rest, but in fact it is to become a god.

Since obtaining the mirror, Thomas can finally begin to truly play the role of a god.

How to obtain, how to give, how to know, these are the three elements in the first step of becoming a god.

If we cannot know, then we are like a blind person, unable to give accurate responses to believers.

After spending several hours inducing the believers, Thomas finally fell asleep.

The night is dark.

Light waves hit the hull, causing it to sway.

Thomas's cabin was completely silent. In the darkened cabin, only a faint ray of light from the stars and moon shone through the round glass window.

"Thomas...Thomas..."

There seemed to be a voice shouting. The volume was not loud, but amidst the noise of waves crashing against the hull, it was remarkably clear and penetrating.

Thomas frowned. He opened his eyes and saw a fog covering the entire cabin.

The original furniture and furnishings all seemed unreal in the fog.

Is this... a dream?

Chapter 222 Invitation 2

Thomas is now quite familiar with dreams.

Someone is invading his dreams!

He listened carefully to the calling voice. He couldn't tell the gender of the voice. The only thing he was sure of was that it came from outside the door.

“Who is it?!” Thomas shouted.

"Come here... come here..." the voice continued.

The sound did come from outside the door.

Dreams also have their own rules. Thomas didn't dare to say that he knew them all, but after repeated thinking, he more or less understood some of them.

In fact, Thomas can now easily invade other people's dreams - Thomas does not use dreams to kill people, but uses dreams to obtain information from others.

Although the other party invaded the dream, it is estimated that they are not hostile.

In other words, whether someone is an enemy or a friend is just a matter of thought.

He walked to the door, reached out his hand, and gently grasped the door handle.

With a click, the door opened.

He saw a man in strange clothes outside the door. His face was blurry and his facial features could not be distinguished, but you could still feel that sharp gaze.

"You...Satley?"

Although the man's face was blurry, his clothes were exactly the same as the statue that was seized before!

"You can call me that, the name doesn't matter, New God." The other party replied.

New God? This title made Thomas' heart skip a beat.

"You came to see me?"

"Yes, I'm looking for you!" The other person smiled. "Don't worry about it, New God. When you take that step, the whole world will be shaken by the birth of a new god. There will be a place for you in the world. This will not happen quietly."

“How did you find me?” Thomas asked.

"Oh, I found you in the long river of fate. It's like you throw a stone into a pond. You don't need to aim, you know it will eventually sink to the bottom of the pond. The existence of gods will change part of the flow of the long river of fate." The other party smiled.

"So, what did you ask me to do?" Thomas asked carefully.

"An invitation," the other replied. "I know you reached this level on your own, without any external assistance. This also means..." He paused. "You are free, New God, right? You don't belong to any side?"

"One side?" Thomas looked confused.

"Ah, you see, you've already answered my question." The other party smiled again. "Well, here, then, I extend this invitation. Join us."

"you?"

"Simply put, it's an alliance," the other party said. "Of course, only gods are qualified to join."

“Anything good?” Thomas asked.

"It's a bit... vulgar to ask this. But it's okay, I forgive your rudeness. After all, you haven't taken this step for long, so your way of thinking is still at the human stage, which is understandable." The other party frowned.

Strangely enough, even though the other person's face was blurry and his facial features couldn't be distinguished, Thomas still felt that the other person was "frowning".

"There are many benefits. We can help and support each other. In addition, we can trade and exchange what we have..."

"Exchange what you have?"

"Items, magic, priesthood, believers, land—all are tradeable!" the other party said. "If you're interested, come to the High City."

"The High City?" Thomas immediately understood that this was a nickname, and moreover, it was the kind of nickname that was not circulated outside.

"You do not know?"

"I don't know," Thomas replied. "What is the High City?"

"Simply put, it's the place closest to the 'high heavens.' Although we can already call ourselves gods, if we want to go further, we still need to work hard. According to the Chinese, gods are divided into two categories: heavenly gods and earthly gods. We are still only 'earthly gods', and we still have a long way to go to become 'heavenly gods.'"

"Then this Supreme City... should also have a name among ordinary people."

The other person laughed heartily, the blur on his face twisting and turning, like countless insects crawling along a mysterious pattern, making one feel dizzy at the first sight. The blur retreated, revealing a pair of eyes.