Super Righteous Player
Chapter 493 - 34 Niusel Stands in Awe_1

Chapter 493: Chapter 34 Niusel Stands in Awe_1

Perhaps it was because even without the protection of a barrier, the Underworld would not be invaded by the Mist.

The people of the Underworld did not have a very concrete sense of being "protected by two goddesses."

Though their birth, the pioneering of the Underworld, and many of the fundamental technologies there were all gifts from the two goddesses.

But after all, that was a matter of their "ancestors," and hundreds of years had passed since then.

That was far too remote in the past.

The Underworld had no national traditions; many people did not even know how their nation was founded or when they started living underground. There were even many who were illiterate, with a generally low rate of education—or rather, the lowest among nations.

After all, the Lady of Mystery and the Lady of Silence, both True Gods, were not particularly keen on education. Among their clergy, there were quite a few mystics and proponents of elitism.

Silver Baron knew that to promote trade and increase consumer spending, the quality of the general populace needed to be improved; as the God of Tradition, the Grandmother taught the duty of reading and conduct a part of her role; Yawen was the God of Art, and while the education his people received was somewhat biased, consisting mostly of artisanal or folk art inheritance, it was still considered widespread education.

As for The Holy Nation, there’s no need to say more... Although the seven True Gods had a cooperative relationship and got along well with each other, their clergy – in order to gain more fresh blood and resources – used every trick in the book, organizing various plans, activities, and festivals. The benefit of free education had already been provided hundreds of years ago.

But the Underworld was different.

They had a group of outstanding wise men, but the common people lived too happily... Coupled with the possibility of overnight riches as a Digger, there were very few who had the patience to study and learn. Those who became wise men were without exception strong individuals with both will and talent.

In this environment, ordinary people did not even know the history of their own nation.

Without the mechanism of "examinations," with ample and superior life resources, without much life pressure, and even the chance to roll the dice and become important figures overnight... this directly resulted in the common people having no desire or motivation to study.

Hundreds of years and eight or nine generations had passed.

That was enough time for short-lived mortals to forget the favors of the past.

No longer acknowledging the clergy’s status as higher than others, no longer providing city funds for the construction of temples, followers of the Lady of Mystery could no longer directly become wise men—these were new rules that had surfaced in the past ten or twenty years.

Of course, since it resulted in a reduction in city expenses and thus a lower tax rate, it was generally supported by the public.

The common people did not know what the Mist was, what dangers it posed, nor did they understand their ancestors’ debts to the two goddesses, perceiving nightmares as simply something "not to be done"... They completely lacked an understanding of the Transcendent world, and the two goddesses’ clergy were not like the Silver Baron’s, who "served with a smile" and monopolized educational, propaganda, and financial resources within the kingdom.

Their understanding of temples was that they were "dispensable."

If nightmares couldn’t be purified, then moving to a new home was no big deal.

—But this thing called tax reduction was something they could tangibly feel.

Authorities gathered power for their own sake, ordinary people did so to pay less tax, and everyone had a bright future ahead.

The result was that the priests of the two goddesses were driven out of the Underworld.

It was also because the two goddesses had relatively good natures or should say were more laid-back—since they did not usually make their presence felt within the domain, and would not punish their people for betraying them... That was one of the reasons they dared to do this, and could even be considered the main reason.

If their patron deity had been the volatile Father of Fire or the Red Knight, or the unpredictable Mother of Moths or the Goddess of Cup, they certainly wouldn’t have dared to do the same.

The direct result of not having temples was that aside from the Diggers and wise men, there would be no other power holders. Coupled with the abundant resources of the Underworld and the disinterest of the surface world in invading them, they led a comfortable life.

Though no one would be willing to risk their life to purify nightmares for their sake.

Even if someone did purify nightmares, it was only to enhance their own power—and those who purified them would not leak the "strategy" to extend the lifespan of the nightmares, but instead would either hoard it as a resource or consume it all at once.

—In a sense, the people of the Underworld were still quite the players.

And quite the little brothers.

Upon hearing Niusel’s words, Lin Yiyi’s mind immediately gave rise to such a thought.

"Then, may I ask a question?"

Now that the topic had come this far, Niusel no longer concealed his thoughts.

He directly and curiously asked, "How many times have you died in the Sporogenesis Mill? Can you tell me?"

"All together... it must be around sixty or seventy times,"

Lin Yiyi thought for a moment, then answered, "My little brother has already died more than thirty times."

At Lin Yiyi’s words, Niusel was stunned.

His hand, poised to lift his teacup, froze, and he stared at Lin Yiyi as if petrified.

"...He’s your little brother?"

Niusel sounded as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"My own little brother."

Lin Yiyi answered with conviction, "He’s two years younger than me, my own little brother."

"...And he has already died over thirty times in the Sporogenesis Mill?"

Niusel could only repeat Lin Yiyi’s words.

Lin Yiyi nodded her head.

"Just over thirty times."

She smiled and said naturally, "We were prepared not to leave until we cleared the level."

Niusel opened his mouth but then closed it again.

For a moment, he simply didn’t know what to say.

He watched with his own eyes as his younger brother’s soul was eroded by a nightmare...and not even in his own country or the city where he lived.

For a group of strangers whom he had never met before and would never meet again, his brother had paid a painfully immense price with his soul.

Even so, he had not given up.

Even someone as cheerful as Niusel was at a loss for words. He didn’t know whether he should comfort Miss Lin or praise her brother as a brave warrior, and he felt as if he had no place to say such things...

The joy that had been there before was now settling down, replaced by shame and embarrassment.

The young man stayed silent for a while, then stood up.

— and bowed deeply to Lin Yiyi.

"I really am, very grateful."

Niusel looked down at the somewhat stunned Lin Yiyi and said earnestly, "On behalf of the people of this city... on behalf of the city, thank you."

"I know this doesn’t help much, and I can’t offer any assistance. This is a very hypocritical thanks—but please take it as a bit of personal respect from me. This isn’t moral coercion, and I’m not expecting you to truly purify this nightmare. If you want to leave, I won’t stop you.

"And you will always be my friends."

"...That’s an overstatement."

Lin Yiyi didn’t react right away and smiled awkwardly, "We’re just purifying nightmares, it’s our job, our mission."

What she referred to was opening a teleportation point.

"Later, other colleagues of ours will also come here. After all, there are many nightmares in the Underworld."

What she meant was clearing dungeons.

"...Ah."

Niusel remembered then.

It had been mentioned in Nefer Tower that they were members of the Church of the Sun God, followers of the light.

...Were they bringing light to the lightless Underworld?

Or were they illuminating the darkness in people’s hearts, showing us how vile we were?

He was filled with solemn respect.

He shook his head, sat back down, and said in a grave voice, "I understand.

"But I...don’t quite grasp, why your mission, is to help us purify nightmares? I mean, why The Sporogenesis Mill?"

"I don’t know that either."

Lin Yiyi responded candidly, "It’s decided by our... leader, if you will. The location was determined by our leader.

"He should be arriving here soon. If you really want to know, I can ask the leader if he can have a private chat with you."

There was nothing wrong with saying that.

It’s not that they might have guessed Annan’s identity... and even if Annan’s identity couldn’t be disclosed, the name "Giralda" was public information.

Actually, Annan should have just taken a quick look around and come down, as long as he didn’t arrive with the group of three. It’s just that he didn’t know if little Annan was captivated by something up there...

"...The leader, huh."

Niusel murmured to himself.

The leader of an ancient mysterious organization...coming to The Sporogenesis Mill?

As a supervisor, Niusel suddenly felt the pressure.

Although it might be somewhat naive, or he could be deceived, Niusel now—at least before communicating with Nefer Tower—stubbornly believed that all members of the organization were good people.

He was just that tenacious, a man as simple and pure as a golden retriever.

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