My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2892 -964: The Civilization of the Half-body Man Is a Candle in the Wind… (2)

“Is this some kind of sacred emblem? And definitely not something made carelessly; there’s a name of a divine spirit constructed from some kind of difficult-to-understand runes on it.”

He looked at Old Huo and said:

“Where did you find it?”

“Discovered in my office last night.”

Old Huo sighed and said:

“Right in the casino office. The security can confirm no one went in, and I asked around; an Earth Priest told me it’s the name of the God of Wealth and Trade.

Dutna Burngold!

It’s said to be a divine spirit born when the Brass Fortress collapsed. She’s very low-key and hasn’t developed faith or followers since her birth. I don’t know how I got noticed, but having this thing means the God of Wealth has taken notice of me.

So, I plan to ask you what I should do.”

“Hmm, this depends on what you want to gain from that divine spirit.”

Crow toyed with the sacred emblem of the Gold Coin, and he said:

“What do you really want? Wealth or power? Strength or honor?”

“I just want to enjoy the game!”

Old Huo laughed heartily and said:

“Those things you mentioned I don’t lack in reality. If I have to say, I want to establish a business empire from scratch here! Really experience the feeling of being a tycoon.”

“No wonder the God of Wealth would come looking for you.”

Crow nodded and said:

“The God of Wealth clearly needs her church to appear in the material world; after all, she’s a God of Faith, and it’s essential to have followers. I suspect this might be the God of Wealth’s selection of ‘God’s Chosen.’ If you can demonstrate your capabilities before her, perhaps she’ll bestow a real benediction upon you.

Trying to establish a business empire in a magical continent is impossible without a patron. Boss Huo, the God of Wealth is a good patron; she’s more suited to you than any existing faith.”

“Hmm, makes sense.”

Old Huo nodded and said:

“Anyway, we can’t truly believe in any one god, so it’s like creating a reputation covenant in the game, and if I can get the identity of God’s Chosen, among players, it’s unparalleled, how awesome.

But, how can I attract the favor of the God of Wealth?”

“You’ll have to figure that out yourself.”

Crow returned the Gold Coin to Old Huo and said:

“But I think you might showcase your super talent in business, really show off to the merchants on this continent.”

“How about opening a stock exchange and playing with stocks?”

Boss Huo blinked and said:

“I bet financial games are definitely up to the God of Wealth’s taste, right?”

“Uh, I’m not good at this; I almost lost my pants playing stocks back in the day, so I won’t be joining you.”

Crow grimaced, waved farewell, and said:

“But I think you could try on a small scale, she’d surely be interested, maybe in the future, once the God of Wealth’s church is established, she’ll invite you to be the High Pastor.”

The two bid farewell with laughter, Crow watched Boss Huo and Ms. Biyue leave intimately, shook his head, turned, and continued walking towards Avalon Cathedral as a devotee, but hadn’t walked a few steps when Crow’s expression suddenly changed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Gold Coin, even though the pocket was empty.

Identical to the one Old Huo had, with the name of the God of Wealth and Trade.

A divine spirit issued an invitation to him…

“Hmm, you truly are a keen and greedy deity.”

Crow placed the Gold Coin sacred emblem before his eyes and asked disrespectfully:

“You venerate trade, so the question is, what kind of return can you offer me to refuse Avalon’s invitation and fully commit to you?”

“Personally verify your brilliant theories about divine spirits and faith; I’m even willing to be your test subject. After all, I’m alone now. How about it?”

An extremely magnetic voice echoed in Crow’s ear, as if a graceful lady in a gown had issued him a dance invitation at that moment.

“You truly are a charming trader, my lord; I admit, I’m intrigued.”

Light shone in Crow’s eyes, and he tossed the Gold Coin, catching it firmly in his palm, saying:

“All right, then please stay tuned; I will find an opportunity to show the whole continent the true power of wealth and trade. Hmm… I may need a bit of help, but not from you, not needing your mighty power at this stage. Just wait for good news.”

Having said that, Crow opened the Calculating Pearl, reached out to Boss Huo, and immediately asked:

“Hey, Old Huo, want to do something big together?”

“Ah? Something big? How big?”

“Big enough to topple a hostile nation… hmm, maybe two?”

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“What’s up, still hurt?”

In the Blood Vulture Corridor, Murphy leaned in his office he hadn’t returned to for a long time, simultaneously reviewing some documents that Milian brought for his signature, and communicating via quantum connection with Triss:

“You know, Crow’s conclusions are not really derived from his own exploration and understanding; he has philosophical and materialistic historical views developed over many years from another world as a backbone. You are shaken by the weight of a world, not beaten by a genius in your area of expertise.

Moreover, the current trend among young people from other realms is to create a god with their own hands and then destroy it with their own hands… Foreigners are a bunch of lunatics; they relish the pleasure of creating and destroying gods with their own hands.