Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 342: Chapter 141

The God of Time and Space admitted that he was naive, believing in the gods’ benevolence and justice, forgetting that gods were also humans with their selfish intentions.

He would never forgive a traitor, so he mercilessly stripped away that flashy facade.

But he didn’t expect the God of Contract to admit his mistake so readily, ignoring the turmoil in the temple and directly bearing the consequence of a significant drop in divine power, quickly returning to his position.

Thus, the God of Contract would not become a friend but would no longer be an enemy.

The grudge was completely resolved.

As for the God of Nobility, the God of Time and Space never forgot the idea of casting him into the Abyss to see if he could struggle out.

If the God of Nobility ended up becoming part of the chaotic and evil faction of the Abyss, that would be perfect; the God of Time and Space believed he could completely end his life.

But if he retained his last bit of sanity and stayed in the orderly camp, even if he was evil, the God of Time and Space would not intervene. It would be up to the God of Nobility to choose his future path.

And when the God of Nobility’s Divine Kingdom was shattered, the God of Time and Space cared even less.

His future lay among the stars, striving to complete the world was now the only thing the God of Time and Space wanted to do.

William ultimately also recognized the God of Time and Space’s decision; it was his personal hatred after all.

After becoming an independent soul, William never thought about becoming a part of Time and Space again.

Even though he could never possess the kind of powerful divine power that Time and Space had.

The path of faith that the God of Law and William wanted to walk on was indeed very different.

William didn’t mind.

He never had the aptitude of a mage; becoming a deity was already the best path for him.

But Hill, who was obviously very powerful, adhered strongly to order.

His mind was also very pure, doing things strictly by the book, never probing around recklessly.

How could such a person possibly be a transmigrator?

William still thought Melanie truly seemed like a transmigrator.

She was just a bit too foolish. Depicted as a woman addicted to pleasures in that book, it made William not want to acknowledge her as a fellow native.

But before he and the God of Time and Space discovered the world of the Undead Tribe, the only technologically connected world that this world’s time-space loophole linked to was the one William and the God of Time and Space came from.

William silently sighed; even if she wanted to raise young and handsome men, she must first become a powerful queen herself!

Even as an archmage, she would have enough power to raise a dozen good-looking young men.

And ensure that they all obeyed her without question.

An absolute success!

Becoming a magister would be even better, with youth and beauty for eight centuries, enough time for Melanie to raise young boys into young men!

Look at how good Hill had it now, though somewhat naive, with an ageless appearance for thousands of years and legendary laws power, which would let him live a carefree life.

Neither the Mage Association nor the Elf Forest could jeopardize Hill’s life with endless probing.

After all, even the most meticulous plot wouldn’t endanger a legendary mage.

As long as he lived, unless his enemies lived together endlessly and never left each other, they would eventually face retribution.

This was why no one dared to provoke a legendary mage.

And look at Hill’s luck! William gazed at the oil painting in his hand, murmuring to himself, wondering if the world will also favored fools.

Hill had no idea he had completely escaped William’s suspicions, albeit by being considered a fool.

If he knew, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it; he couldn’t possibly point at William’s nose and scold him, right?

He was not the same as William!

Hill had been educated as a mage from childhood.

But Melanie only taught him the basics, letting Hill learn everything else from books.

Hill, afraid to even come close to testing powerful forces, operated under layers of rules he had read about in books.

Unlike William, who knew the depths of this world from the beginning, Hill viewed the world with fear.

After all, even an Earl who was a Grand Knight did not fear a court archmage!

It indicated that the world’s martial strength was incredibly high!

So Hill made sure to follow all rules meticulously from a young age, afraid that violating one could cost him his life.

By the time he realized things were different, sticking to rules had become a deeply ingrained habit within Hill.

He would never step out of line to cause trouble.

Hill fully understood how dangerous a mage’s warehouse was.

Not to mention a nation’s treasury.

What if a single probe cost him his life?

To live for tens of thousands of years only to lose life due to a moment’s recklessness?

If Hill hadn’t noticed a smooth flow of mana while engraving arrays, he would never have easily agreed to tests.

Hill’s life creed was completely different from William’s; he had no desire to test life’s limits.

Hill read books quickly, especially after finishing all the magic books.

Ordinary nobility books, just flipping through them, Hill could quickly decide whether to drop them into his book chest.

William had given Hill a high allowance, and although Hill buried his head in books until dusk, he wasn’t stopped.

He happily went through the entire library.

Finally, when he took some crystal stones from the warehouse, the core manager opened up, stopping him.

Hill was quite satisfied with William’s prices and happily returned home.

William was to depart at dawn, and five large ships were docked above the royal palace plaza overnight.

The Undead Tribe boarded the ships through the night.

Hill watched the levitation disc transporting people curiously.

A simplified version capable of sending about five hundred people at a time, with a railing but no other protections.

If the Undead Tribe started fighting on this levitation disc, it would definitely be chaotic.

But for now, everything seemed orderly.

William must have separated the hostile families.

Ordinary members of the Undead Tribe wouldn’t abandon the qualification for a plot task over a simple conflict with someone they disliked.

William’s military exploits were settled in real-time, allowing newcomers to participate.

Yet hardcore achievers, even if their previous records reset, would continue their activities undisturbed.

This way, Hill believed most PVP family members had successfully made it onto the main list.

Hill bypassed the plaza, returning to the small town through the teleportation array, planning to watch the live broadcast from the lord’s mansion the next evening.

He didn’t expect anything to happen during daylight flights.

After washing up and falling asleep, Hill had a dreamless night.

Hill cheerfully went downstairs to the reception room to copy the demi-god artifact.

As expected, he only managed to copy once.

The demi-god artifact silently communicated in Hill’s mental sea, indicating it couldn’t be copied again until the divine powers from two deities were restored.

It would take roughly a year, requiring clear weather with abundant sunlight and moonlight.

If there was a lot of rainy weather, the time would extend.

Hill nodded; he knew this copy would have limitations but didn’t expect it to be this lenient.

Though legendary strategic treasures weren’t as strong, they were enough to drive nobles crazy in pursuit.

Fortunately, Hill was not greedy; apart from William, he wouldn’t casually sell it to others.

Silvermoon’s skill, in the hands of someone with evil intentions, could cause trouble.

Hill didn’t want collateral damage simply while sitting at home.

Sun and Silvermoon, understanding this world’s power limit, were generous with their blessings.

Future people, even if liked by Sun and Silvermoon, might not be as lucky.

After the elf war, the two deities would likely have a clearer understanding of the stakes.

The first always had a bonus. Hill acknowledged his good fortune.

Satisfied, Hill returned to the library floor, laying out the books. List was ready with the puppet, already accustomed to organizing books.

”I’m going to visit my maternal grandfather,” Hill thought. Since William had so generously taken out those paintings, Hill felt no need to hide them anymore.

Taking out a painting, Hill sent it to Fran.

As for Adrian, Hill thought it over and realized he couldn’t casually give such precious items away.

It was easy for Hill to obtain, but returning the favor would be arduous for Adrian.

Hill didn’t want to burden Adrian’s already challenging legendary path.

Hill touched his law line, realizing it was important not to obstruct Adrian’s journey.

Fran was surprised the moment he received the painting.

No wonder Silvermoon was so arrogant, unconcerned about attacks from the Elf Deity System.

It wasn’t because the God System of Time and Space was initiating a human vs. other race war, leaving the Elf Deity System no other focus.

It was because behind Silvermoon stood the Sun, renowned for its powerful attack capabilities.

Fran listened to Hill’s nonchalant explanation: he had a memory dream of the Earth Bear, then painted an oil painting of the Three Gods giving a blessing toast.

That caused Sun and Silvermoon to be pleased, blessing his painting and turning it into a demi-god artifact.

He could use the transcription technique to copy it into a legendary level one, and he had sold several copies to William.

Fran sighed, fortunate that he’d kept Adrian in the laboratory, away from this revelation.

Hill’s life was going too smoothly, tormenting to a diligent mage seeking the legendary path with insufficient aptitude.

Common sense held that a magician embarking on a legendary journey faced the hardest path.

Yet Hill navigated it effortlessly.

This wasn’t just natural blessing fortune.

If not for William standing ahead, Hill would be the most scrutinized person now.

Countless mages would investigate how his journey was so smooth.

Now people understood Hill’s smooth journey as aided by William summoning the Undead Tribe, requiring more awakened laws.

Nobody saw Hill’s fortune as significant.

They viewed Hill as a tool of the world will, rewarded for task completion.

Fran knew Adrian thought so too.

Fran thought otherwise; even a tool of the world will required making the right choices.

Hill’s biggest skill was never making the wrong choice.

Nature’s blessing was meaningless if Hill himself got greedy.