Chapter 339 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Among the gods, the God of Plague had always kept a low profile.

He had never shown up in the Pantheon temple nor had he participated in any activities organized by the gods. He had even tried to avoid meeting other gods.

He always hid in his rotten world that nobody knew of and spread plagues quietly and secretly. He also resolutely refused to make friends with anyone.

He did not even respond to the prayers of his followers nor did he grant magic to anyone. People who believed in him could see him only when their souls were taken away after their death, provided that they had tried to spread the plague while they had been alive without being caught. They could also see him if they had been caught but not been beaten to death, or they had been beaten to death, but their souls had not been thrown into the Underground River or been imprisoned in the hell.

After all, such lucky guys were rare, so the believers of the God of Plague, in reality, were basically a group of tragic people who were not loved by others and weak in fighting. They were bad in character and had no strength to organize something.

Although there were many gods in the world, there was only one god that made his followers so tragic.

In Sui Xiong’s world before his space-travel, there had been so-called homebodies. It was an evolutionary version of indoors-men or indoors-women, and they basically never went out. The God of Plague was a perfect example of that. He not only rarely came out, but he also did not even communicate with others. He just stayed in his rotten world, and nobody knew what he was doing or thinking. If one were to give this world’s gods a mysterious ranking, then he absolutely had the qualification to run for the top!

Acting in this extremely secret way prevented him from many crises, but it also brought him great trouble.

For example, as long as he communicated with his believers in the human world, it might be possible for him to discover from their prayers that Baron Keane was promoting prevention measures for the plague, or that he might be able to go further and find out where the crisis came from. Or, as long as he was associated with other gods, even the evil ones, the God of Conspiracy who had a bad relationship with Sui Xiong might help Baron Keane inquire about what was going on, and then maybe he could find Arcaian.

Or… Whatever, there was no need to give another example. Anyway, nothing had happened.

In short, the God of Plague, who was not far away from the crisis, had clearly felt the danger, but he had no way to find out where it came from. What was worse, even at this time, he still insisted on his usual style of being a homebody. He didn’t go out to find what was going on, but instead, he began to strengthen the defense of his holy kingdom.

To be honest, he did nothing wrong, but unfortunately, he had missed the point.

In the underground laboratory of the Void Mask Land, Arcaian sat quietly on the ground, taking slow and long breaths.

With his every breath, the golden-green flame on him bounced slightly like a heartbeat. His strength was improved slightly with that as well. Although this improvement was extremely subtle that even the average Legendary Masters would be unable to notice it, at least he could clearly feel it.

His strength was constantly improving bit by bit, and that made him feel great. He felt that his whole person was indulging in it, and he almost forgot everything around him. All his spirit was focused on the feeling of these changes.

This state would last for a long time until his strength couldn’t be improved anymore, to the peak of demigod.

But in that case, it would be a waste of time.

Sui Xiong just looked at him for a while and made up his mind. He called the high-level officers of the church together and began to make arrangements for the spread of medical and epidemic technologies.

“There will be a kind of medical technology which can cure most of the infectious diseases without the help of magic, and it can be mastered by normal people?” Snow, who was always calm, was shocked and asked. “Does it really work without magic?”

“Of course. A lot of magic has been used in the research process, but not for now,” Sui Xiong answered. “Arcaian has developed a way to distinguish between 21 pathogens and has found reliable treatment for eight of them. Although the others are still left with no reliable treatment, he has fully understood the principle of their infection and can effectively prevent them.”

“That’s incredible!” Old Rhode shook his head and exclaimed. “Great! What a great achievement!”

“Yes, it does deserve to be called great!” showing up in his avatar, the God of Knowledge, Wall, also declared. “What I have done is nothing compared to what he has done!”

“Don’t belittle yourself so much.” Sui Xiong laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Knowledge changes life, and education changes society. What you have done is also very important and meaningful. You two just work in different directions.”

“That’s right!” As a student and electorate of Wall, Lord Olian, the Hill Lord of Geerteng City, naturally stood on his teacher’s side. “Although medical treatment can spare people from suffering from illness, more educated intellectuals are still needed to make people live better. Sir, your work is no less important than Master Pasteur’s!”