Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 374 - 281: The Great Mother of Sores Returns! - Part 3

Chapter 374: Chapter 281: The Great Mother of Sores Returns! - Part 3

Hearing that there were not enough offerings, all the elderly clenched their fists, while the children hid behind the crowd. The atmosphere onsite turned chillingly cold.

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"Who allowed you to speak?" Pan Hao, noticing the change in the mood, somewhat arrogantly said, "Quiet! I am communicating with it."

"Everybody shut up!"

Mr. Huang and others quickly closed their mouths.

Pan Hao, pretending to be impressive, jumped around muttering praises to the Great God and recited a few verses of scripture, still in Chinese, which the local natives couldn’t understand at all.

The old turtle’s expression turned even more amiable, its head retracting as if in coordination, still flattering.

"It is my master... let me... eat..."

"Eat the incense offerings, right?"

"Eat... incense! Incense!" It finally said the word, appearing extremely excited.

I roughly understood, it wasn’t about me but about the Saint.

Indeed, in the end, it was the Saint who saved me.

Pan Hao felt in his heart, "The Saint really is awesome. Was this creature actually here to submit? Well, that explains it. ’Game’ is just a pawn in the hands of the Saint, and capturing another pawn is nothing peculiar."

"It’s just that this old turtle is quite ugly."

"Now that the turtle has shown itself divine, my position as the Great Witch is truly secured."

"My... tier..."

Following that, the giant turtle ’gulped’ from its belly and spit out a wooden statue. It was elaborately carved into a complete Dragon Turtle, about 60 centimeters long, vibrant and majestic, with divine light faintly dwelling in its eyes.

This was its true tier!

As for the original unnamed stone statue in Ganlu Temple, it... dared not usurp the nest!

"My... tier... eat... incense."

"Understood, if there’s trouble in Qingshi Town in the future, you’d better help out a little."

"Eat... eat."

Having accomplished all this, the grey shadow swayed and vanished from everyone’s sight.

The calamity... had passed?!

Pan Hao exhaled a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat off his forehead and said, "Everyone, as you saw. The number of offerings was insufficient, and it became a bit angry."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Huang asked tremblingly, "Did it... did it leave?"

"Let me finish, but under my soothing, vows have been made with Chlamy Mamá to protect Qingshi Town, wishing for favorable weather, bountiful harvests, thriving livestock, roads safe from theft, doors never needing to be shut, women and children safe, and welfare for the young and old."

Was that a success? The townspeople were a bit incredulous.

"This tier, is the proof!" Pan Hao picked up the tier from the ground, "Otherwise, why would it spit this out?"

The spirited statue, showing that the tier indeed contained extraordinary divine power.

The villagers cheered once again; some of the older ones, moved to tears and some women crying uncontrollably, unable to stop.

For decades, life in Qingshi Town had been tough.

With the Evil God rampaging, the population was only a fraction of what it once was. Now with sudden stability, how could they not be moved to celebrate?

Pan Hao coughed, earning considerable esteem from that scene, so much so, that even the influence of the local rich man, Huang Youcai, seemed to pale in comparison.

"Everyone, please stay calm."

"Chlamy Mamá just said, she doesn’t want these offerings anymore, let us share them so everyone can have enough to eat, be strong enough to work, and have more children!"

He pointed at the wooden tier the turtle had spewed out, "Use this tier to worship it, but the original tier must not be discarded!"

"Because... well, it has sought refuge with a greater True God, and because of this, it could manifest divine power. Otherwise, its divine powers would not be evident."

"I see."

Huang Youcai stroked his graying beard, excitedly explaining, "This isn’t strange. Many City God Temples in large cities worship numerous True God tiers. I understand this, as I have seen it myself."

"Oh, oh, I have seen it too."

The common villagers, after hearing Mr. Huang’s explanation, naturally began to speculate wildly, inventing their own reasons.

Another farmer asked, "Great Witch, what is the name of that greater god? Can it show its divine power?"

"If two gods are nearly equal in tier, there would surely be competition over the incense!"

"Yes, indeed."

"The fight between two gods always results in injury. Chlamy Mamá left in just such a manner decades ago!"

Pan Hao thought to himself that the Saint needed none of their silly incense; it simply wasn’t necessary!

It was only this old turtle that needed incense offerings.

He wasn’t worried about these matters.

Fortunately, with the turtle’s help, he had finally secured his footing, no longer needing to think about fleeing at every small disturbance.

Thinking this, Pan Hao felt an unprecedented calm, even a bit elated.

He, Pan Hao, was really the foremost person on Earth.

He spoke unapologetically to the villagers, "Don’t be greedy. You want the greater True God to show its power? What price can you pay? What offerings can you give? These meager offerings, even Chlamy Mamá didn’t want them; it was my eloquence, the effect of my silver tongue, that persuaded her to protect us."

"If that True God becomes angry, will you take responsibility? Truly, you climb the pole at the slightest bit of face given, not considering how small your own stature is."

At his roar, the curious onlookers immediately shrank their necks, not daring to make any further fuss.

"Alright, leave it at that, don’t think too much about that greater god."

The atmosphere subsequently turned more serene.

Sponsored by the landlord, Mr. Huang, under the pretext of "Chlamy Mamá Manifesting Divine Power," a feast was held for the townspeople to enjoy.

This was indeed a celebratory occasion.

It was only a bowl of rice with a few dishes and some fish and shrimp, but still, it was a rare full meal for everyone, young and old savoring each bite, smiles all around.

And since the town’s population had greatly reduced, totaling just around fifteen hundred people. Hundreds had died in battles against the Evil God, mostly able-bodied adults. What remained were mostly the widowed, the orphaned, and the aged, making the future prospects for Qingshi Town concerning.

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