Whispering Poems

Chapter 4249 The Compassionate God



Chapter 4249 The Compassionate God

Chapter 4249 The Compassionate God

The power bestowed by the gods has a simple name, yet it represents the most primal power of this world. Apart from divinity, even the still incomplete Primordial Flame has never given Shad such a warm feeling. He even felt that the effect of using the "Thunder Spear" in this state far surpassed the effect of Iluna, who was one level higher than him, using the "Sunlight Spear".

"Thank you for the gift."

Shad lowered his head and said softly, "The 'sunlight' won't specifically treat Vigo, but this power that nurtures all things can compensate for any deficiency in the soul or body. The sun is a great and supreme power."

God seemed to be laughing, or perhaps it was just Shad's imagination:

“You asked me for help to heal another life, but I did not provide a complete cure. You do not need to thank me.”

Shad wanted to praise His mercy, but the deity did not continue the conversation with Shad on this topic:

Why don't you keep looking up at me?

His voice was soft and gentle, and Shad looked up again. The god's eyes were like flowing liquid gold, and Shad even felt that if Viggo could come here, just one glance from the god might be enough to heal her.

"Can you do something for me?"

The enormous figure lying on its side asked again, and Shad nodded:

"of course can."

This time, He truly revealed a gentle smile:

"It's not a particularly complicated matter. The three people by the fire and the one beside you all have their reasons for coming, but they've forgotten what exactly motivated them to persevere until now. So, help them remember what they've forgotten, and then bring them here to see me."

You can use any means you can find; you can try to figure something out after you leave, or you can venture out of the temple into the fog to look for something they left there. When the four of them return to me, I will prepare an extra gift for you—the method to transform the 'Spark of Life' into the 'Seed of Life.' I think you need this knowledge.”

Shad, quite surprised, took a deep breath and wanted to express his gratitude again, but the god's words were not yet finished:

"Besides those four, perhaps others will come to the temple while you are here. If they also lose their purpose, then for each additional person you help, you will receive a gift from me."

Of course, I won't force you to do these things. If you just want to find a little time to rest in your busy life, you are entitled to sit by the fire and do nothing; that's your right.

"I will help those who are lost."

Shad promised, as the tall, gentle woman looked down at him and smiled:

"Then you must be careful. There are many strange things in the thick fog of this Swamp of Oblivion: lost people, melting memories, and malicious individuals who have stumbled upon this place. Go forth, and be careful. If you need help, you can always come back to see me. I will be waiting for you here."

Shad felt a warm glow inside; this promise meant he wouldn't encounter any unsolvable puzzles during the mission. While Shad certainly wouldn't give up after a few minor setbacks, he was still very happy to receive such a promise.

He wanted to thank her again, but he felt that the deity probably wouldn't appreciate such politeness. So he nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, bid farewell to the deity, and then left the room with Lady Thorne.

The door closed behind them, and Ms. Thorne let out a long sigh of relief.

“Even though this great being is so loving, as a mortal, I still cannot bear His gaze.”

Shad glanced back at the door again:

"Yes, so loving. You heard what the gods said, didn't you? I promised the gods that I would help you, and please accept my help."

"Of course, I'm not the kind of witch who doubts everything just because I'm wary."

Ms. Thorne, whose eyes were covered, nodded slightly:

"But what exactly are you? I've heard the demigod witch I follow speak of gods, but I've never heard of anyone being able to receive such treatment from a god."

She tried her best to find a way of describing things that was appropriate yet not offensive:

"pet."

She asked:

"Could you actually be an incarnation of an angel? Or perhaps you are one of the chosen people of other gods?"

Shade shook his head:

"I'm also looking for the answer to this question. Let's go downstairs first. Speaking of which, I brought quite a few supplies with me. Do you need them? I see you don't have much luggage. How do you manage to live here?"

Do you have any fresh fruit, vegetables, or meat on you?

"Yes, and I have an unusually large number of apples here."

"I'll eat anything as long as it's not a mushroom."

Unlike the [Stained Blood Factory], the area called [Swamp of Oblivion] does not provide the "no need to eat or drink" effect. Before Shad arrived, Lady Thorne had lived in the temple for a long time, their food source being mushrooms growing at the base of the temple's outer walls.

Those mushrooms were unlike any known species of mushroom in the real world. They contained almost all the nutrients the human body needed, and even an ordinary young man could survive on them.

The only downside is that this mushroom really does taste like just a mushroom.

The water problem is easy to solve; this is a swampy area, and it's easy to find puddles or damp mud on the ground. The twelfth-tier witch possesses the ability to purify water. Although the recovery of spirits here is very slow, she doesn't need to fight as long as she doesn't step into the white mist. Casting spells to purify some daily water use is hardly a waste.

However, even a twelfth-tier witch is still a mortal. Mushrooms can provide nutrition, but they cannot provide flavor. Therefore, upon hearing that Xia De had brought supplies, she didn't even think about discussing her own affairs with him immediately. Instead, she quickly led Xia De back to the first floor and began to take stock of the things he had brought out.

Soon, a pot was set up over the fire, and the two old witches, sitting close together, began preparing food for everyone. Meanwhile, Mrs. Thorne set aside a small flame to boil water and then personally brewed herself a cup of black tea.

When she took a small sip of the tea and then showed a relaxed expression, Xia De knew she must be the kind of witch who was very particular about her lifestyle.

Everyone except Shad was looking forward to the food. Even the man who had been staring at the flames without saying a word seemed to regain some of his senses amidst the aroma of the food.

While they were preparing food, Shad asked about the temple again:

"I see there are only two floors here. The central area of ​​both the first and second floors is a spacious hall. What's on either side of this place?"

Shad pointed to the corridors on either side of the hall; Ms. Thorne had clearly explored this area:

"Most of the right side of the temple has collapsed, so the area connected by the right-hand corridor is very small. There are some books and notes left by people who used to live in this temple in the right-hand room on the first floor. You can take a look if you are interested. I have read some of the notes. It seems that this temple was not originally here. It probably fell into this swamp sometime in the middle of the Fourth Age. Some people left with the help of the gods, while others insisted on protecting the temple. The latter recorded some information about the swamp."

On the left side of the first floor, near the lobby, are a few rooms filled with miscellaneous items; most of our belongings come from there. Further down the corridor, some phantoms appear, emerging from the white mist. These are shadows formed from the dissolved memories of those who once appeared in this mist.

Defeating those shadows will reveal the memories they represent. If you want to learn about the stories of people from the past, you can try to find them. Don't worry, the shadows that can enter the temple aren't particularly malicious; as long as you don't attack them, they won't bother you.

Xia De nodded slightly:

"And what about the second floor?"

"The second floor is the dwelling place of the gods. The rooms connected by the corridors on the left and right sides are empty except for some sacrificial items left by people in the past."

Ms. Thorne said:

"There is also a basement here, or rather, an underground cemetery. After the temple came here, the dead were buried in the underground cemetery, and those who visited here and died were also buried there."

I've only been underground once. It's lit by thousands of candles; it's not eerie, but it's not suitable for living people like us to linger. I found some magical items there, and I've taken some to make living here easier. If I'm about to die or have to leave, I'll return them."

Judging from Ms. Thorne's description, although some uncertainties still exist, this swamp filled with white mist is as safe as the normal world compared to a hellish place like the "Bloodstained Factory".

Although Xia De had eaten breakfast before arriving, he still ate with everyone. Warm and delicious food can restore people's spirits and sanity. After eating, the two elderly people were noticeably less weak, and the man with the blank expression was able to exchange a few words with Xia De.

It was only then that Shad learned the names and some information about his three companions. The young man was 25 years old, named Leonard Albert, and came from a baronial family on the Eastern Continent; he was the youngest son. He didn't remember what he had come here for, or even anything about himself other than this information. After all, he was just an ordinary person, and his memory damage was the most severe.

The two elderly women were indeed twins, calling themselves Maggie Victor and Dort Victor, and hailing from the Northern Continent. Although only mid-level witches, they possessed a remarkable telepathic ability, and their combined combat prowess far surpassed that of ordinary witches.


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