Chapter 781 - Retaliations Never End (1/2)

“You must know how to be a good god. Can you teach me?” Miranda looked at Roland hopefully.

“I’m not a god. How can I know how to be a good god?” Roland smiled helplessly. “When you have time, why don’t you talk to Elyse, the Life Goddess?”

“Won’t she look down on me?” Miranda didn’t seem confident.

After all, she used to be a girl from the countryside.

Although she knew neither Roland nor the floating city, she could identify the main gods and goddesses such as Life and Light.

She had been an undevoted believer of the Life Goddess, and she had a natural awe for gods and goddesses.

Although she had become a goddess, she couldn’t change her opinion just yet, and she still respected the Life Goddess more than she should’ve.

“It was her who asked me to protect you. I don’t think she’ll decline your request.” Roland smiled.

“Oh, right.” Miranda heaved a sigh of relief and became more hopeful. “Then how should we meet?”

“I don’t know.” Roland shook his head. “I’ve never seen the Goddess of Light or the Goddess of Magic leave their paradises. The Goddess of Light only showed up once in her territory on the main plane as a clone. The Nether God actually came in person once. Maybe you should ask her.”

“But you don’t allow me to leave my paradise. How can I ask her?”.

That was indeed a dilemma. Roland heaved a sigh. “I’ll ask for you if I have a chance.”

“Great! You’re really a great guy.” Miranda looked at Roland gratefully. “Right, can you teach me some things? Mages are the wisest people on the main plane. Sir, can you tell me your opinion on pain?” My opinion on pain?

Roland looked at Miranda.

The girl hadn’t been a goddess for long and looked simple. Roland didn’t know how she turned the Divine Spark of Suffering into a Lawful Divine Spark, but he knew better than to ask.

It was probably some sort of secret.

Sizing up the Maiden of Pain, he thought for a moment and said, “In fact, I don’t know much about pain, but I’ve read a thing or two in that aspect.”

“Please do tell me about it.” Miranda’s eyes shined.

“The sages among my people divide pain into two types: physical and mental. At first, we thought that mental pain was greater than physical pain, but then we realized that was wrong.”

Miranda’s eyes bulged when she heard that. “However, the books I read said that heroes and knights could suppress pain and even completely control their bodies with their minds.”

“That is, in fact, incorrect,” said Roland casually. “Certain people with a strong mind can ignore physical pain for a short amount of time, but not forever. If your body is always in pain, your mind is inevitably affected and you may suffer from mental illnesses. The liches are typical examples. Their lack of a physical body is essentially the greatest agony. What do you think of the liches’ behavior? By the same logic, enduring pain of the mind will affect the body too, causing weakness, insomnia, lethargy, etc. If it lasts longer, it will cause more serious diseases, such as chronic colitis.”

Miranda nodded. “So, physical pain and mental pain are equal?”

“Yes, or at least the sages among the Golden Sons think so,” Roland explained. “True health is that of both your mind and your body.”

Oh… Miranda didn’t really get it.

Then, Roland told her a lot of ambiguous moral lessons regarding the derivative meanings of “pain.”

For example, he said that negative emotions would cause mental pain and disappointment, and that people who were satisfied with their lives were less likely to feel pain but might also be less hardworking and competitive, so expectation management was very important.

To be honest, those moral lessons were all adaptations of the Chicken Soup for the Soul from reality.

However, Miranda listened attentively.

It was mainly because she was too unknowledgeable, and her believers… In this feudal world, females were far less educated than males on average.

The knowledge of a goddess, on the other hand, came from her believers.

The Maiden of Pain’s vow was to protect women. As a result, her rightful believers weren’t too many, because her target believers overlapped with those who believed in Light, Life, or Death.

This world had a limited population, most of which had been claimed by the Four Lawful Goddesses. The Maiden of Pain could only draw the females who lived in misery to worship her.

But the number of those women wasn’t great.

Miranda was aware of her restrictions too. That was why she threw so many questions at Roland.

Knowledge was a luxury in this world that even a goddess had to acquire one step at a time.

After the conversation on pain was over, Miranda wasn’t entirely satisfied, so she asked other bizarre questions. Roland answered all of them except those he wasn’t sure about.

For example, could the Divine Spark of a goddess be given to someone else? Naturally, Roland didn’t know the answer to that question. While Roland answered questions for Miranda, all the players were seething.

“Because Roland has been making fast progress, our title system can’t keep up with his pace anymore. So, we’re making a belated announcement: Roland has received the title of Godslayer for killing the Evil God of Suffering in the Astral Plane with Andonara (NPC). The stats of the title are kept confidential for now.”

Almost all the players were lost for words when they read the message.

They knew that it was coming, but they still found it unacceptable.

Actually, ever since Roland started flying the floating city, he had already been inhuman to most people.

It wasn’t a surprise that he slew a god. What was surprising was that he accomplished the task with only two people.

Last time, O’Neal organized hundreds of people, including more than a hundred Legends, to kill a goddess, but failed.

Additionally, they were only trying to kill a clone of the elven goddess.

That was far less remarkable than killing an Evil God in the Astral Plane.

The clone of a goddess was only one-tenth as strong as herself in reality, whereas the Evil God was in his prime in the Astral Plane.

Also, hundreds of people had tried to kill the clone, whereas only two people slew the Evil God.

The difference was greater than that between a human and a dog.

It was more like the difference between a human and a bug.

At least, that was the opinion of many players.

“I’ve lost interest in this game. A man should always fight to be the best. But how can you play the game when you’re so far away from the top?”

“I’m a casual player. I don’t care. I even admire him. He doesn’t spend any money on the game, yet he crushes all those rich players. This feels so great.”