Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 327 - 326 Thistlefort’s Major Reformation

Chapter 327: Chapter 326 Thistlefort’s Major Reformation

At this moment, the driver Meng Ke also saw what was happening at the passenger platform. He observed the scene for a while and couldn’t help but be stunned.

"These people... couldn’t be tourists, could they?"

The problem was that Thistlefort was neither a historic city nor did it have any scenic spots worth seeing. Even if people were traveling, they wouldn’t come here!

After a long brake, the truck finally came to a stable stop. Moge was the first to jump off the cab, planning to go into the city to report. However, before he could leave the platform, he saw a group of people surrounding him! They were all dressed in dark green work clothes, resembling the staff from the unloading area. The person leading them, without a word, hung a golden badge around his neck, and the rest started clapping enthusiastically in a circle.

"Welcome back, hero!"

"This city is proud of you!"

He-hero? Moge glanced reflexively at the badge on his chest and discovered several words engraved on it: Grain Transport Hero.

Hold on, how did they know he was tasked with securing grain?

"I’m Ji Pei’er, the new head of the cargo area. May I have your name?" the other party asked warmly.

Indeed, they didn’t even know his name!

"Moge... Moge Weller."

Ji Pei’er opened a small booklet and looked at it, "So it’s Mr. Moge. You have worked hard these days! Please let us take care of the unloading. You can go home and rest!"

"Hold on, you can’t touch the grain!" Moge suddenly awoke, extending his hand to stop the other person, "I haven’t reported to Paradise Sect yet, and the grain must be distributed by them!"

"But we are believers of the Paradise Sect," Ji Pei’er paused, then suddenly understood, "Oh, look at me... I forgot to explain. The Paradise Master has arrived, and he is guiding our work, so it’s the same whether you report or not. Of course... you might not be aware of the specific events that have happened these past days. Let’s do this. We won’t touch the train, and you can make a trip to the Arcalian Sanctuary. After you receive the believer’s seal, come and talk to me, and you will naturally know I’m not deceiving you. A hero like you will definitely be entitled to use the believer’s seal."

What is he talking about...

Why can’t he understand a word?

But as long as they promised not to touch the train, all was well.

"Fine, I’ll make my way there right now."

After leaving the station, Moge ran all the way, and the scenes along the way were incredibly shocking to him — there were no famine victims lying around, and it seemed people were traveling and working as usual, just like in other cities... but the spirit shown by these people was drastically different from ten days ago! They greeted each other when they met, always with smiles on their faces, and the queues appeared orderly. Many would even pause and nod respectfully upon seeing the badge on his chest.

Was this a scene one would expect from a border city?

If it weren’t for the plain and cheap clothes the citizens wore, Moge would have thought he got off at the wrong station.

No... Even if it were a posh residential area in a big city, he had never seen such a polite crowd!

After making it to the sanctuary with difficulty, Moge explained his purpose to the guards, who promptly took him to the top floor’s study.

The moment he saw Chaoyang, he spontaneously let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately... the representative of Paradise Sect hadn’t changed, it was still that young man.

"My lord..."

"Have a seat," Chaoyang interrupted with a smile, "Welcome back. I am already informed about the encounter at the station. They are indeed believers of Paradise Sect, responsible for the grain’s transportation. Incidentally, you are the second merchant to return here. With this batch of grain and the long-term orders, Thistlefort should be able to break free from the threat of famine entirely."

So he wasn’t the first one...

However, hearing that the famine might be resolved, the concern weighing on him finally lifted, "That’s great, I didn’t arrive too late..."

As these words left his mouth, an intense exhaustion surged within him.

Moge felt his strength rapidly draining away, almost unable to support his own body.

The other was still speaking, but the voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

The next moment, he saw the ground rushing up towards him, then darkness took over, and he knew no more.

...

"Moge."

In the darkness, it seemed as if someone was calling him.

The voice sounded incredibly familiar, grand, and distant... it invoked a sense of tranquility.

It came from the master of Paradise.

"Is... is it You?"

He opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a hall he had never seen before, where everything seemed to have lost its color, leaving only the most intrinsic outlines. The only exception was a set of white table and chairs before him, with tea on the table and a figure sitting opposite him. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to see, the other party’s form was blurred, like an image printed by a malfunctioning printer.

People could not present themselves in this way.

Moge panicked, trying to stand up to kneel in reverence—because he had realized that one of the divinities was sitting before him. But his body was not under his control; he remained seated as if disconnected from himself.

"You don’t have to do anything, for this is but a dream."

"A dream? I... fell asleep?"

"Yes, and it’s a good opportunity for us to talk. I know you have many questions, now you can ask them."

Moge opened his mouth but didn’t know where to start with his questions.

Finally, he recalled what Ji Pei’er had said, "They say that... You have descended..."

"’Descended’ is not quite accurate, for I have always been watching over you all. However, I have indeed become closer to this world than before, such as enabling this dialogue," spoke the deity, soft as a soothing melody. "Thistlefort has also undergone some changes, but do not worry, these changes are not harmful. I think you’ll soon get used to it."

"Moreover, my Divine Envoy has prepared your believer’s sigil for you. It is proof of a follower of Paradise, and also a gift I bestow upon you. With its help, you will no longer be alone, and the connection between you all will become even stronger."

"Rest well, your efforts shall be remembered by this city."

The voice began to drift away.

"Lord of divinities, Lord of divinities... Please talk to me more! Will I be able to see You again?" Moge didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity to converse face to face with the master of Paradise, and in his urgency, he sprang to his feet—

"You’re awake, don’t you want to sleep a bit longer?" someone asked with concern.

Only then did Moge realize that he was actually lying in the bed of his rented room, with no one by his bedside but his wife. Unlike ten days ago, she seemed to have moved past that painful experience; her face was filled with a healthy glow, and her eyes were much brighter.

"How did I get here?"

He noticed that it was still light outside the window.

"Mr. Zhao sent someone to bring you back yesterday. He said you fainted while reporting. The doctor believes you’re not sick, just severely lacking rest," his wife said gently.

Yesterday... Had he really been back for a day? Was that conversation with the master of Paradise just a figment of his imagination?

Moge rubbed his forehead, and his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a piece of pure white, lustrous jade on the nightstand. It was completely out of place next to the copper pot and the chipped porcelain bowl, clearly valuable. How could something like it appear in his room?

His wife noticed his gaze, "Ah, I almost forgot to tell you... This is your believer’s sigil, issued by the Paradise Sect as proof of belief." She smiled and took a pendant from around her neck, "Look, I’ve got one too."

Moge picked it up with some confusion and spread it in the palm of his hand—it was not large, about half the width of a finger, and as long as a finger, with a thickness similar to that of Serir. The material was close to that of a gemstone, and it felt cool to the touch, something one could cradle fondly. What puzzled him was why the Paradise Sect would issue something so valuable as a believer’s sigil to everyone. Other sects usually issued clothes or copper rings...

The words of the cargo area supervisor were also strange, what did he mean by someone like him as a hero would definitely qualify to use the believer’s sigil?

That’s right! The food on the train!

Moge hurriedly got out of bed and started searching for his shoes.

"Dear, where are you going?" His wife quickly leaned in to support him as he wobbled.

"I need to go talk to the people at the unloading platform. They’re waiting for me to get back to them," Moge explained briefly about the encounter he’d had upon entering the city.

"Wait, that person mentioned the believer’s sigil?"

"Yes, now that I’ve got the sigil, I should let them know right away."

His wife laughed—a natural smile that Moge had not seen in a long time, "You don’t need to rush over there in person, because this sigil can help you contact them. Let me show you how to use it!"