King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 944 - 944 932 The Emergence of Faith

Chapter 944: Chapter 932 The Emergence of Faith Chapter 944: Chapter 932 The Emergence of Faith “When will this ever end?”

As midday approached, an ordinary-looking young man walked out of a wooden hut with a face full of weariness and helplessness, then looked at a classmate emerging from a neighboring hut and complained.

“Be patient, as long as we teach these Yikong People our language and writing, we might be able to go home!”

Hearing the complaint, another equally exhausted young man, Lar, spoke to comfort his classmate.

“This isn’t just about patience!” the young man grew more agitated upon hearing Lar’s attempt at comfort, “Do you know what kind of beings we’re teaching? A bunch of Baghda, humanoid Mechs that can take on Tanks on land, Monsters that could tear apart fighter jets when mounted on their flying Mounts!”

“…” Lar’s face involuntarily twitched at his classmate’s words. Not only was this disheartened student under tremendous psychological pressure, but they all were, even if they didn’t show it.

“Every day we have to teach a group of humanoid Mechs that could crush us with a flick of their hand! Do you know what it feels like to be in constant danger of being squashed?” the despondent young man was clearly agitated.

“Of course, I know. When you’re teaching those humanoid Mechs, do you think I’m not doing the same?” Lar glanced at his classmate, who seemed to have a lower threshold for stress, and felt irritation himself.

He came from a well-off family, had a beautiful fiancée, and now, he found himself trapped in this primitive and savage world, confined here to act as a language Teacher to a bunch of natives.

If he couldn’t return for several years, who knows what would become of his family or what choices his girlfriend would make; whether she would give him a cap filled with vitality.

According to the government’s usual way of handling things, his being bound by the natives meant he was likely to be listed as missing, basically no different from being dead.

“What are you two talking about? It’s time to eat.” Just then, their Mentor Allen came over. The female doctor, now brimming with youthful vigor, had completely restored her body to its peak state at the age of 20.

Her face bore no trace of distress over teaching the Yikong People their civilization’s language; instead, one could feel an inner joy radiating from her.

“Yes, Mentor!” Seeing their Mentor, who appeared nearly the same age or even younger than them, both students showed a very nuanced expression.

Since being rejuvenated by the incredible powers of the native ruler, their Teacher had become an ardent worshipper, or rather, a Believer of King Uhl, who seemed like a Deity!

Now, their Teacher was almost constantly brainwashing them, trying to convince her students to share her faith in the god-like King Uhl!

The key issue was that this faith was spreading with alarming speed among the female students. It seemed there was barely a need for the female doctor to guide them much; desiring eternal youth, the female students began to worship King Uhl one after another.

They too wished to receive the gift of immortality from King Uhl, and for that reason, they were especially industrious in teaching the Yikong People their civilization’s language.

In comparison, the wills of the male students were slightly stronger, but even then, some started wavering under the female doctor’s words, for Short-lived species indeed found the temptation of immortality hard to resist.

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“Immortality, eh!” Muria, who had been observing this group of Otherworld Humans for some time, sat upon his Throne, lost in contemplation.

His original plan was to survive until becoming a Legend and then to subdue the powerful Legendary Creatures born from this world, muster the strength of this world, and take on the civilization that coveted this world’s energy resources head-on, forcing them to bow down and sit at the negotiating table willingly for trade.

At that time, basing on his formidable armed strength and using the energy resources possessed by the Yikong World as a bargaining chip, he would conduct a trade with this civilization, exchanging resources for knowledge!

Then he would lead the Yikong civilization directly into the space age, and such a feat, one that completely transforms a whole civilization, would be enough for the Yikong World to allot a drop of its essence as a reward for him.

But in the process, there was one critical issue: when he pressured the Opposing World through absolute military force, would they become desperate and fire a weapon of mass destruction at the Yikong World?

Muria had not the slightest doubt about the speed and output with which a star civilization could produce nuclear weapons. Such a level of civilization already had the capacity to drag an entire world down with them.

“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. To achieve Victory, there are many ways besides warfare!”

Muria’s eyes reflected the actions of the Otherworld Humans who had been brought by his knights during these days. He couldn’t be certain about others for now.

However, among them, Dr. Allen, whose youth was restored by his power, and Yaji, the female student he resurrected, had essentially become his devout believers.

Muria could see the Power of Faith stretching out from them and then entwining around himself, and it was not just from them; from all the students who came here and witnessed miracles akin to those of the gods, there were very faint lines of the Power of Faith connecting them to Muria.

If these strands of the Power of Faith accumulated to a certain extent, Muria could use them as a foundation to ascend to godhood. Of course, not in the world of the Yikong People, but in the world of the star civilization.

Yet Muria would never engage in such foolish acts. If he looked down on ascending to godhood in the Erathia World, how could he possibly care about ascending in such a world?

But just because he didn’t want to become a deity didn’t mean he had no plans for using this faith. There were other ways to leverage it.

“The temptation of immortality! Heh, I should have thought of it sooner. There was never a need to start a war!”

Muria chuckled lightly, then leisurely stood up from his seat and walked toward the palace’s rear courtyard, where he found Mesha practicing its howls.

Roar!

Woof!

Howl!

In the rear courtyard, Mesha was earnestly trying to lower its tone, issuing various strange howls.

“Enough, enough, stop making those weird noises!” Muria said, somewhat exasperated as he ordered a halt. He certainly knew what Mesha was trying to do.

What’s lost is deemed the most precious, and it was the same for Mesha. After receiving part of Muria’s own blood, it underwent a dramatic metamorphosis.

After this transformation, Mesha finally got rid of the “meow” sound it considered a disgrace and reverted to its previous majestic roar.

But after regaining its old roar, Mesha instantly regretted it, because it realized that ever since its evolution, aside from when Muria took it out, he barely touched it at all.

This filled Mesha with anxiety. Before its evolution, Mesha possessed highly developed intelligence, so it naturally knew why it had assumed its current form.

After evolving again, Mesha realized it had latched onto a very powerful leg. Through the blood it merged with, it vaguely sensed the presence of the primal Muria sleeping within his heart.

What frustrated Mesha was the realization that it had fallen out of favor. The powerful leg that previously forced it into submission through brute force was now extremely cold to it.

After reflecting for several days, Mesha attributed the loss of favor to the change in its voice. Hence, to regain Muria’s favor, Mesha began to diligently train its vocal cords, aiming to restore the “meow” sound it once considered humiliating.

Muria, having witnessed this scene, was speechless for a while. This character, which appeared proud and arrogant, was essentially a sycophant at heart, ready to sell its dignity at any time, though it only submitted if the threshold for selling out was high enough.

“Howl!” Upon hearing Muria’s call, Mesha let out a deep, whimpering sound—that was the result of its days-long effort to train its vocal cords.

“Meow King, I’ve called you over to discuss a matter with you!” Seeing Mesha groveling in front of him, behaving exceedingly obediently, Muria suddenly felt a certain tedium. He preferred the earlier Mesha, rebellious and indifferent towards him.

Not this one, whose demeanor had grown even more refined, whose power had increased, and who was even more submissive to him. However, Mesha’s rapid change in attitude was to be expected, as after merging with the blood, the Meow King could sense the existence of his true self.

“Howl!” The Meow King wanted to make its usual meow sound, but no matter how much it tried to lower its tone, it could only produce this kind of whimpering noise.

“Mmm!” Muria understood the Meow King’s voice, “You see, I want to ask if you’re interested in becoming a deity, a Deity in charge of life and death?”

“Howl?” Upon hearing Muria’s words, Mesha, who had been trying to please him, paused briefly, then let out a somewhat puzzled howl. Within the language system of the Yikong People, there was no word for Deity—only the Divine Tree!

“It means becoming a supreme existence in charge of life and death, similar to the Divine Tree, but freer.” Muria tried various ways to describe to Mesha what it means to be a deity.

The rules of a medium-sized world couldn’t be as complete as those of the Erathia World. Muria estimated that ascending to godhood in such a world might not be significantly restricted, and the deity’s true form could walk upon the earth.