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Chapter 1473 - 1034: The Lord of Omniscience has Some Skills

Chapter 1473: Chapter 1034: The Lord of Omniscience has Some Skills

Anthony sighed faintly: "The boss is too powerful, leaving us no room to show our abilities."

Negris’s eyes rolled, and he nodded vigorously before turning around to fly away.

Anthony’s heart sank, and he grabbed him, asking, "What are you planning to do?"

"I’m going to tell Ange that you think he’s too powerful, leaving you no room to shine, and ask him to tone it down in the future." Negris joked.

"I didn’t say that! Don’t talk nonsense." Anthony exclaimed anxiously.

Negris continued smiling mischievously but remained silent.

Anthony could only force a smile: "Lord Nage, I’ll find you ten female dragons to serve you. How about that?"

Negris replied, "Not interested. I’m still a virgin—can’t handle that many female dragons."

"Oh dear... How can you still remember that after all these decades? Petty much?" Anthony muttered irritably. The remark about him being a ’virgin dragon’ dated back decades, but this little grudge-holder hadn’t forgotten.

Negris put his hands on his hips and proudly declared, "I am the God of Knowledge; I have the best memory."

Anthony hesitated for a moment before sighing helplessly. With both Little Angel and Little Zombie absent, handling this dragon was proving difficult. He had to plaster on a smile and, after much sweet-talking and agreeing to a litany of unequal terms, managed to temporarily appease Negris.

Thinking back, Anthony wished he could slap himself in the face—why did he have to wax poetic over nothing?

Anthony rubbed his face and patted his chest. Holy Light flowed, weaving around him to form a set of solemn priestly robes that looked like something a Magic Academy teacher would wear—very professional.

Then, holding a book in his left hand and raising a Mirror Staff in his right, he floated outward.

This was his self-fashioned Omniscient God costume, crafted after seeking advice from Conise. The book symbolized knowledge, while the mirror represented self-awareness. Knowledge was easy; self-awareness was hard.

The hardest thing for people was understanding themselves. Having knowledge while also being self-aware was the true essence of omniscience.

Floating outward, Anthony’s voice resounded throughout the space: "I have returned! The Lord of Light granted me rebirth—mark this well! Bonid betrayed omniscience and was executed. During my reincarnation, my Divine Soul was damaged, and I lost many memories. Report to Conise first, then come inform me."

Saying this, he descended toward the Omniscient Divine Domain on the ground, while Ange had already landed ahead, standing among the piles of grain.

After successfully wrangling benefits from Anthony, Negris’s mood was soaring. He flew over and teased: "This is far too rough, no? I thought you were going to put on another mysterious divine pretense! Inspire their unwavering belief! Pulling something this lazy—who’s really going to believe you’re the Lord of Omniscience?"

Anthony replied, "There’s no need anymore. The moment the domain of omniscience was shattered by the boss, any pretense became unnecessary. Even if I jumped out now and declared, ’I’m not the one,’ they’d kneel down anyway, clutching my leg and crying, ’No! You are! You are! You are!’ Otherwise, his fellow believers wouldn’t let him off."

"As long as those closest to the divine recognize me as such, what others think doesn’t matter. As you once said—Gods don’t protect believers; believers create the gods. These people represent the believers."

"But believers need to eat. When they’re fed, you can represent them; when they’re starving, they’ll tear you apart even if you’re standing right in front of them as a god. Those grains are the leverage ensuring they won’t rip you apart—so there’s really no need for other tricks. Just for the sake of those grains, they’d raise me to the Divine Seat as the Lord of Omniscience."

Anthony’s cold and detached analysis left Negris feeling deflated. "Well, you’ve certainly made what should feel sacred sound ridiculously mundane!"

"No, no, Lord Nage, you’ve misunderstood. This really is an ordinary thing. We deal with people, and humans are creatures of diverse desires. Solve their desires, and you’ll gain their devotion. All the sanctity—the divine imagery—is merely a practical strategy for better propagation." Anthony clarified.

Negris pondered for a moment, then sighed: "What you say makes sense. No wonder my Hall of Knowledge can’t spread—my whole understanding of faith has been backward. Why don’t my followers understand this?"

Anthony shrugged: "It’s perfectly normal. If you can’t spread it widely, your followers can’t accumulate experience or refine their theoretical frameworks. Without that, propagation becomes even harder, spiraling downward. Unless extraordinary luck intervenes, breaking out of this cycle is incredibly difficult."

"And what would qualify as extraordinary luck?" asked Negris.

"Encountering a genius pope like me," Anthony shamelessly boasted.

"I asked you to convert, but you still refused!"

"Master Ange—you beat him, I’ll convert."

"Pfft."

The two bantered casually as they descended into the Sea of Omniscience. Upon surveying the scene within, Negris couldn’t resist quipping, "The Sea of Omniscience has turned into a granary? How much grain is stored here?"

Ange’s halo flashed behind him as he answered, "Nine hundred sixty-seven million tons."

"Hiss... The domain’s space is immense, and the grain is abundant. But why stockpile so much?" Negris asked, puzzled.

A standard person consumes roughly two hundred kilograms of grain per year, with some side dishes—one hundred kilograms could stave off hunger. With almost a billion tons of grain, divided among everyone on this plane, each individual would receive nearly a ton—enough for ten years of rationing.

A god storing this much grain in his divine realm—why?

Unable to deduce an answer, Negris and Anthony began combing through the domain, only to find nothing but mountains of grain.

"Wait—where are the books? Doesn’t the Omniscient God’s domain have books? Memorial texts? God Records? Divine Fire?" Negris asked in astonishment.

The items Negris referred to were all carriers of information. Anything capable of recording information could impart vast knowledge. Even encrypted inscriptions gave away more than an empty, grain-filled divine realm.

Ange’s mind scanned the domain, focusing on the immense grain piles. Soon enough, he located something. The grains moved like quicksand, eventually revealing a statue buried beneath.

The statue clutched a book in one hand and a Mirror Staff in the other—its likeness eerily similar to the costume Anthony had created for himself. However, the statue’s items were authentic: real robes, a real staff, a real book—all tangible and removable.

Anthony wasted no time in stripping the statue, donning its robe and staff, while tossing the book to Negris.

Negris opened the book and skimmed through rapidly. After a few pages, his expression shifted to one of intrigue. "Huh. This Omniscient Lord has some skill."

Continuing on, Negris’s face grew increasingly serious. By the time he reached the last page, he snapped the book shut and asked, "If you foresee a future cataclysm leading to widespread famine and crop failure, what would you do?"