A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 676 Adventure in the Rain

There was an eerie buzzing sound and a rustling whisper all around, as if someone was whispering in your ear, but you couldn't quite make it out.

This is how it feels for others to step into this rain curtain.

"No, did you hear someone chanting something softly?"

Hearing this, everyone who had huddled under the umbrella, afraid of getting even a little wet, turned to look at the person who had spoken.

And that person was none other than Roland.

"Boss, I don't feel anything."

Loken continued to act like a warrior, not wanting to use his brain at all.

"It's inspiration, Captain, your inspiration is too high."

Valen rubbed his forehead, at a loss for what to do with this muscular but clueless guy.

"I also heard some sounds, but it was just whispering, and I couldn't make it out clearly."

He said.

"However, judging from the situation, Captain, you must have heard it."

Upon hearing this, Roland's expression also turned sour. She had already had this idea in her mind, but she wanted to ask about the situation of others to see if she was the only one who had heard it.

However, I never expected that I was the only one who thought of it.

As Roland pondered this, his hand unconsciously tightened its grip.

Then came a scream.

As the sound rang out, everyone drew their weapons and looked toward the source of the screams, trying to find the attacker.

The sound came from Roland's place.

Everyone looked over, but found nothing.

All they saw was Roland's dark face.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, I just hurt myself holding the umbrella too hard."

"..."

"I hurt myself holding the umbrella"—such a niche phrase.

However, in this context, it does make sense.

"Sigh, young people just don't know how to cherish women. By the way, this is the first time your tool beast has held hands."

"That's what Jiang Shuzhou, who was walking in front, said."

Upon hearing this, Roland looked at the thin "handle" he was holding, which was so thin that it was only separated from his bones by a layer of skin, and felt completely unwell.

"Can't you just say less?"

"No, because it's too much fun."

Jiang Shuzhou said.

A person who can say such things is beyond help, no matter what they ask for.

It's more fitting for Jiang Shuzhou, since he was already a god-like figure, and after he successfully ascended and broke through his limits, he became even more divine.

Now he can do whatever he wants, and no one can stop him, which has made him increasingly supernatural and no longer human.

"I regret signing that contract."

Roland felt utterly hopeless.

"I signed it myself, so I'll just have to accept it. I'll deduct one point from my complaint because I was the one who signed the contract."

"..."

Roland was completely speechless.

"By the way, you are the first users of my invention. Remember to leave a good review after you use it. It won't matter if you don't, because I will leave a good review by default."

"Um, can I leave a bad review?"

On a whim, Loken asked casually.

"Unfortunately, the only options here are positive reviews, excellent reviews, and no review; there are no negative reviews."

"Besides, don't forget how you got in."

Jiang Shuzhou spoke in a gentle tone, but his eyes were sinister.

The meaning is clear: if you don't want to get caught in the rain and then get into trouble, give a good review.

"Haha, I'm giving it a super positive review!"

In that life-or-death moment, Loken's mind worked perfectly, and he immediately found a way to survive.

"You should have said so earlier. I knew you came for this."

Jiang Shuzhou nodded, quite satisfied.

"..."

Roland just watched silently. Her beastly companion, though in pain, diligently sheltered her from the wind and rain.

"How are you? Not nervous anymore?"

Jiang Shuzhou said.

"almost."

Roland nodded, no longer nervous, but now filled with regret, deep regret.

I should have known better than to recruit Jiang Shuzhou; he's become a senior member of the team.

However, it must be admitted that Jiang Shuzhou's inventions are sometimes quite useful.

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"This rain seems a bit strange."

Compared to Jiang Shuzhou's effortless handling of the situation, the gods here were in a rather disheveled state.

Tyr frowned. The rain seemed to have no effect; in fact, it could wash away the pollution, which seemed to be a good thing.

However, the pollution here is so severe that it's as if the rain is completely useless.

Is there something wrong with the rain, or is there something strange about this place, or perhaps both?

"If it weren't for winning the game, I would have left long ago."

Shirek grumbled in dissatisfaction.

He has his own ideas, and having to divert some of his attention to this is already making him very uncomfortable.

"What, you trying to run away?"

Tyr looked at Cyric, his expression turning somewhat strange.

He suspected the guy was a traitor.

Thinking about it, it makes some sense. This guy's power is based on conspiracies, tricks, and assassinations, so it's not surprising that he would betray other gods.

And the others?

Tyr didn't see anything wrong with it.

Take Wojnarowski, for example. He's still the same as always, still obsessed with money.

How could He, who loves money so much and is so greedy, possibly give up the power and authority of the goddess of wealth?

Absolutely not!

"Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that. I was just saying it offhand."

Cyric felt guilty under Tyr's gaze.

Could this old man have sensed something?

It seems the plan needs to be accelerated again.

Shirek thought guiltily.

"Alright, did you guys hear those whispers?"

Wojnarowski smoothed things over and then said...

"I heard it. It seems to be a sermon. I've censored the specific content to avoid being contaminated."

Tyr said that he had long been aware of Jiang Shuzhou's evil nature, and that he had even lost an incarnation because of it.

"He brought life to this world, and eternal calamity. He is the only God, and the God of all gods."

That's what the surrounding voices said.

"He established the laws, defined the world, and created all things."

"...Thus the three realms have been divided, and the myriad layers of history begin to flow anew."

The surrounding noise grew louder and louder.

Along with the sound, countless words also tried to squeeze into their minds.

Fortunately, Tyr and his group were not ordinary people, and none of them were affected.

Even so, Tyr's face still darkened somewhat.

He wouldn't even dare to dream of what this guy was bragging about.

Do they really think they're the creator?

However, Tyr dared not speak, and could only try his best to calm his restless heart.

In Woldland, there was really nothing wrong with Jiang Shuzhou saying such things.

Soon, as the sky gradually darkened, the surrounding sounds also gradually disappeared, and a terrifying silence enveloped the place.

There was not a sound, not even the sound of raindrops falling; all that remained was a deathly silence.