Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System - Chapter 780 - 330: Goddess of Misfortune: We Are Friends; Firina: Lord Lear, Long Time No See
The Goddess of Misfortune was slightly surprised when she saw Lear.
According to her estimation, it would still take at least half a year for Lear’s Divine Format to fully recover.
After sensing it carefully, her tone became peculiar.
“The aura around you… have you really managed to master the authorities of life and the sun?”
“What have you experienced recently?”
According to her perception, it was at least 1%.
Though this amount wasn’t much, these two authorities were not something ordinary Divine Spirits were qualified to touch.
Previously, there was only a faint aura of the Authority of Life on Lear, which she didn’t pay much attention to.
Since having at least 1% of authority was necessary to wield some rules’ power.
Now, it had suddenly reached that level.
This surprised her a bit.
Lear looked at this powerful entity capable of easily slaughtering an entire Abyss Plane and suppressing countless Evil Gods, and spoke softly.
“Your Highness, after mastering ten temples, I received feedback from the Original Plane and gained considerable rewards.”
“With this, I reforged my Divine Format, fully mastering the power of the swamp… As for the authority, it was an unexpected delight.”
“I obtained the Crown of the Sun.”
The surprise on the Goddess of Misfortune’s face deepened.
“The Crown of the Sun? That thing has been lost for countless years, I didn’t expect it to be found by you…”
“I just helped to drive away misfortune, not to have the Goddess of Fortune bless you.”
The Crown of the Sun was crafted using an infant sun.
Although it couldn’t compare to the current blazing sun, the energy contained within it was beyond what ordinary Divine Artifacts could match.
This guy’s luck was truly extraordinary.
Lear chuckled lightly.
“Pure luck… Your blessing might be the key.”
The Goddess of Misfortune waved her hand dismissively.
“Don’t attribute it to me. The Power of Misfortune can only reduce the likelihood of sudden events happening to you, but it won’t enhance your luck.”
These words reminded Lear of the Broken Plane leading to the Crown Tribe.
Without the blessing of the Goddess of Misfortune… perhaps the plane would have collapsed after he obtained the Green Star Fruit.
That was misfortune.
And yet, when he returned from it, the plane still existed… the intricacies of this were hard to express.
Lear gave her a deep look.
After pondering for a moment, he spoke earnestly.
“Your Highness, I sensed after mastering ten temples… that I need to master a hundred temples to receive a second wave of feedback.”
“Now that I’ve just ascended, conquering a hundred temples is extremely difficult. As for the temples acquired next… Your Highness can first master ten temples and gain feedback from the Original Plane.”
The Goddess of Misfortune was taken aback, not expecting Lear to say such a thing.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she spoke slowly.
“Do you know how valuable the temples of the Original Plane are? Are you willing to share them with me?”
Lear met her gaze directly.
“Precisely because I know, I want Your Highness to quickly master ten temples.”
“We are allies, and more than that, friends.”
The Goddess of Misfortune sensed the sincerity in his words and fell into silence.
After a long while, she spoke with some emotion.
“Perhaps I understand why you can master additional authority.”
Waving her hand, she continued.
“You’re right; we are allies, and more than that, friends… I accept this favor.”
The initial agreement when they allied was—after Lear mastered the Original Plane or at least obtained the temples he wanted, he would then provide her with a portion of the temples.
She was merely trying her luck, but now, Lear’s actions were clearly not according to their agreement.
Instead, he was offering a unilateral concession.
The Goddess of Misfortune, being naturally proud, was unwilling to accept anyone’s concessions for free, especially not from a relatively weak being who had only recently ascended as a Divine Spirit.
This made her feel even more awkward.
However, temples represented the possibility of advancing further for her and were not to be abandoned.
After calming her emotions, her gaze cleared, and she looked at Lear, stepping toward the Immortal Temple.
“Lord Lear, I need your assistance…”
Once she obtained what she wanted, she would repay him.
Her treasury, accumulated over tens of millions of years, was enough to provide substantial compensation!
She could no longer preach to acquire the Power of Faith from Ancient Humans in the Original Plane; the first few temples were all transformed with Lear’s help.
Without seeking cooperation with outsiders, even obtaining temples would be pointless.
Lear nodded, speaking no further, and directly channeled the Power of Faith into the temple.
At the same time, the Goddess of Misfortune also emanated her unique black and red energy, flowing into it.
Moments later, the ordinary Immortal Temple was transformed into pure black, its emanating aura causing unease.
Standing at the temple entrance, one’s eyes would reflect a tint of red… The roughly outlined statue was now completely dyed red.
Black and red intermingled.
Simultaneously, a stream of black-red powers dispersed from the Goddess of Misfortune, spreading all around.
In no time, large patches of black-red Flowers of Misfortune grew across the village ground.
The entire space was flowing with the unique power of the Goddess of Misfortune.
At the moment of conversion completion, a grand and sacred aura surged from the temple, embracing the Goddess of Misfortune before she could react, merging into her being.
In the next instant, magic power swirled like a storm, causing huge waves.
Upon nearing the Goddess of Misfortune, the magic power would be completely absorbed by her.
The Goddess of Misfortune slowly closed her eyes, her aura becoming obscure and fluctuating unpredictably.
A full ten minutes passed before the scene calmed down.
The immersed Goddess of Misfortune slowly opened her eyes, looking at Lear with a tone of commendation and delight.
“Indeed not bad… my bottleneck has loosened a bit. If I can truly control 10 temples and receive feedback from the Original Plane, perhaps I can indeed advance further.”
Lear became interested too.
“Your Highness, may I ask what level you’ve reached now, and what rank comes next?”
“I’m very lacking in knowledge about divine spirits…”
The Goddess of Misfortune chuckled upon hearing his direct inquiry.
“Probing outsiders’ power is always taboo… but as friends, there’s no harm in telling you.”
“Powerful Divine Power is merely a generic term for this level, within which are divided Lower, Middle, Upper, and Main God.”
“My current strength lingers at Upper Position, for millions of years now… another step forward and I can become a true powerhouse.”
Eyes also held some expectation.
“There are only 12 Main Gods currently!”
So, there are so many subdivisions?
Lear felt he gained insight.
However, there are 12 at Main God Level?
The wealth accumulated from this world’s long history is indeed terrifying…
“What about above Main God?”
“A step above Main God leads to the rank of the Creator God.”
“But that’s mostly impossible to reach… unless you leave this world, alone venturing into Chaotic Void.”
Lear understood.
The Goddess of Misfortune shook her head.
“These are still far from you, discuss them when you achieve Powerful Divine Power.”
Lear nodded, saying no more, continued taking her to another temple.
There’s an Ancient Goblin God at home, learn more details from them later.
Using the same method to convert the last temple currently under control.
In this way, within the Long Thorn Mountain Range, 8 temples remained unclaimed.
Among them, 1 temple had already activated defense systems, appearing with Guardian Angels, needing extra effort.
Another is a hedgehog requiring tactics to conquer.
The remaining 6 are just a matter of time, taking two to three days for complete control.
The Goddess of Misfortune felt intense anticipation upon hearing this.
After consecutively controlling two temples, she sensed her bottleneck loosening more… controlling 10 temples will surely elevate her to Main God.
By then, she would fear no one.
Even if those hidden forces united, they wouldn’t be able to harm her.
This is the confidence that comes with wielding Misfortune!
As Lear busily worked to strengthen his strongest card.
Across in Lorand City.
Firina silently arrived at the Gate of Space leading to the Original Plane.
With a slight movement, a code woven from roses appeared in her hand.
Holding the code, Firina, at Extraordinary Level, stepped straight through the Gate of Space, entering the Original Plane where power above Level 15 was not allowed.
This left Kalanis, guarding the Gate of Space, with complex emotions.
To enforce the code, one must abide by the code… now the Power of Faith from Firina’s preaching in Lorand City wasn’t controlled by Firina.
But gathered into the Rose Canon!
She’s aiming to consolidate the power of followers to create a law surpassing the gods!
At this moment, she is realizing her ideal.
Entering the Original Plane, the rose bracelet on Firina’s wrist emitted a unique aura.
This Northern Territory flower instinctively gazed in a certain direction, its lips subtly curving upwards.
“Long time no see, Lord Lear.”
