Chapter 610 (1/2)

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

This marvelous summoning technique was not a means of the Church of the God of Knowledge—it was bestowed to them by the His Majesty, the Void Mask. It was said that His Majesty, the Void Mask, called this summoning technique, “Major Building,” but no one knew what it meant.

To complete this summoning technique, an altar needed to be built, then four types of resources had to be placed on this altar, namely, gold coins, precious stones, steel and materials from a variety of creatures.

These materials were generally portioned into the most basic amount known as a “unit.” Thirty units of each resource would be the minimum requirement to complete one summoning technique. If converted into gold coins, this amount would require approximately one hundred gold coins.

When sufficient resources had been placed onto the altar, a simple ritual could be performed to carry out the summoning. Through this ritual, the resources would be consumed, and then Oracles from the Sanctuary of the God’s Kingdom would descend upon the mortal world to become reliable helpers.

Every helper was merely temporary and would return to its God’s Kingdom after a short period of time. They were not only very powerful, but they were also really beautiful too. No one else could be more reliable than them as comrades, and besides, they were very attractive visually. This was why although this technique was not formally spread and made known to all, internally, it was already very popular among the higher-ups of the churches who knew about it. Almost every high-level clergyman within the Void Mask God System would make it a point to specially learn this technique. At times when the need arose, they would execute this technique to summon Oracles for help.

In general, using more resources would enable a more powerful Oracle to be summoned. Yet among the gods, there was a special group of elite Oracles who were far more powerful than the ordinary Oracles. However, the price for summoning them was no different from that of ordinary Oracles.

With resources that did not differ much, a different kind of luck was added on.

Yes, the key was “a different kind of luck.”

When experiments were run internally, the occurrences of summoning an elite Oracle with the minimum amount of resources had taken place more than once. But most of the times, a great number of resources had been spent. Yet it was still the mass-produced Oracles being summoned.

The clergymen were all frustrated over this situation and had prayed to His Majesty, the Void Mask hoping that he could bestow a more stable summoning technique. However, this was how His Majesty had responded:

“Whether one’s face was born dark-skinned or fair-skinned, one’s fate can never be changed. Just like how the possibility of attempting to alter one’s fate is as low as trying to retain the trace amounts of Krypton found in air.”

Hey, just what exactly was this supposed to mean!?

Although it was not very clear what His Majesty, the Void Mask meant, the clergymen were quick to spread the concept of comparison between a “Dark Mask” and a “Light Mask” among themselves. Those who could summon the elite Oracles were “Light Masks,” while those who were still only summoning the mass-produced Oracles were the “Dark Masks.”

By the way, the priest who was persuading Olian not to waste so many resources was a representative of the Dark Masks. Until the present day, he was never able to summon an elite Oracle—not even once.

Kabbalah, the young man who was currently conducting the summoning ritual, was a representative of the Light Masks, and he had managed to summon an elite god almost five times. His extremely high success rate made all his colleagues so jealous that their eyes practically went green with envy.

Undoubtedly, this was one fellow who could be considered the epitome of the Light Masks. According to Sui Xiong, he could be described as a “European who ought to be burned to death.”

As for why the Europeans ought to be burnt to death, this story began with one of Brother Xiong’s past gaming experiences. This was a long story to tell, so to keep it short, everything could be summed up in one sentence.

Brother Xiong, he… was an African, and one of the purest African blood at that.

He could recall a mobile phone game that he had played previously where he had to collect enough resources within the game to summon different kinds of cards. Generally speaking, so long as the player was not wasteful, it was possible to collect enough resources to summon three cards on a daily basis. He had played the game for one full year, yet he failed to own a rare card that he had gained via his own summoning. The few rare cards that he owned were all giveaways from events.