That night, Calca withdrew from the dreamscape.
However, unlike the previous two times, she didn't gain any active skills, nor did she receive any special passive feats. All she took away was a single sentence and a series of video-like fragments.
"A poor environment triggers disease."
Then, Calca saw Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao, clad in full plate armor, using every variety of magic at her disposal to help clean the surrounding environment. Although the Dark God, Surshana, had said he would handle it alongside the God of Light, Alah Alaf, how long would it take only two people to clean an area housing 500,000?
In the end, it wasn't just the Six Great Gods who acted; even the Guild NPCs joined in. While they used their vast power to help, they gradually called upon the surrounding refugees to move with them.
In this way, they tackled the problems of a 500,000-person camp with the relentless determination of "The Foolish Old Man Who Moved the Mountains." Along the way, they witnessed countless deaths, but they also gained many followers. By the final image, though the camps surrounding the chalk-white walls were still ragged, they were vastly improved compared to what Calca had first seen. People were beginning to manage the crowded streets, and everything was trending toward a better future. Perhaps these people were the predecessors of the Slane Theocracy?
Calca slowly opened her eyes before the statue, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. In terms of raw profit, she had returned empty-handed, but the sheer weight behind those fragments made it difficult to breathe.
Whether in the peaceful society of her previous life or her status as a princess after transmigrating, Calca had never directly faced the sight of mass death. In those memory fragments, human life was as cheap as grass; living people would simply collapse while walking and never wake up again. Even Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao, who possessed resurrection magic, was powerless—those whose lifespans had ended or whose bodies were too weak to survive the side effects of resurrection could not be brought back.
Through the memory, Calca felt Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao's emotions: a profound sorrow from someone who had seen life wither away yet still could not accept the reality of it.
The girl let out a long, weary breath, settling her churning thoughts. It was too heavy. However, she had realized one thing: there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Recalling the emotions within the memory, Calca slowly stood up and left the small chapel. She surmised that the "Wind God" was likely a deity coalesced around the core of Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao's soul after her death. The lore of resurrection and Wild Magic established that souls existed; this senior might have reached the end of her natural lifespan, and while her soul couldn't be resurrected, it became a symbol of divinity through the power of faith.
As for the mosaics on the faces in the memory, Calca considered a theory: people often cannot recognize themselves in dreams, and seeing one's own face clearly usually causes the dream to end. Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao was currently acting like a mindless puppet. The reason Calca had linked to the "school-building" memory tonight was likely because her daytime reflections on the First Holy King had synchronized with the deity's emotions.
It was a matter of compatibility. Whether they came from a peaceful era or a dystopian one, they were both transmigrators who knew what a civilization should look like. This similarity made her the perfect candidate for a "God's Chosen."
Using this theory, she could try to "fleece" the gods more systematically. However, there was one thing she couldn't figure out: that skeleton, the Dark God Surshana... why was his the only face not covered by a mosaic?
Could it be because a skeleton doesn't have any strict facial "appearance" requirements to begin with?
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