Chapter 275 - 183: Demanding Protection Money?_1

Chapter 275: Chapter 183: Demanding Protection Money?_1

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“What!? The Gods of Light are returning?!” After hearing the news that left Shamara unable to finish her meal, Negris also felt an unexpected knot in his stomach.

“Yes, or perhaps it’s not a return, maybe it’s a rebirth, or something else. I can feel a power growing stronger, contesting my control over the Power of Light,” Shamara said.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Negris had to take Shamara’s words seriously. She was, in a strict sense, a false god who had stolen the belief of the Gods of Light. Despite her being somewhat incompetent, and rather unlucky to have crossed paths with the ‘True God’ twice, she was part of the Belief System of Light. Her senses were unlikely to be wrong.

“Could there be another false god sensing the absence of the Gods of Light and trying to steal their divine power from you?” Negris suggested another possibility, immediately suspecting Anthony.

That guy knew the Gods of Light had disappeared and Shamara had stolen their power. Would he just stand idly by? Perhaps he was competing with Shamara for the divine power?

Shamara shook her head: “Impossible. The other party’s affinity is higher than mine. The Power of Light leans more towards them. It’s not another faith thief—it has to be the Light itself.”

Negris was taken aback. If this was the case, it would be a great deal of trouble. Whether the Gods of Light were returning or new gods were forming, either would prove severely detrimental to their cause.

Now a divided entity, the Church of Light had seen Anthony undermine its structure by setting up independently, all because it was confirmed that the Gods of Light were gone. The only ones left were the Holy Spirit Angels, who were more obtuse than even the Dwarfs. Only with this assurance did Anthony dare to plot his own path, otherwise he wouldn’t have faked his death to escape after plotting for a millennium to become the Pope.

Shamara was indeed suffering from hair loss, quite severely. Her hair was thinning out substantially, revealing patches of scalp. It wasn’t noticeable when her hair was tied up, but once let down, it simply draped over her head like a thin layer of gauze.

Negris heaved a sigh of relief: “This, we can handle. We deal with that sort of thing all the time. How about this: We cure your hair loss, and you help us kill someone.”

Shamara paused to think, hesitating before she opened her mouth and removed her gloves: “And this, and this. My body has been corrupted by the Power of Fall. If you can cure these issues as well, I will accept your service.”

Negris leaned in to take a closer look and frowned: “Those are cavities and wear-and-tear on your teeth, not to mention nail loss. Are you sure that’s corruption caused by the Power of Fall? Or maybe it’s just your age?”

Shamara’s teeth were in better condition than many humans of the same age. After all, she was in her sixties or seventies, only appearing as a young woman due to the protection of the Power of Light.

Now that she had fallen, these areas lost their protection, and natural aging was only expected. What seventies-year-old woman would still have all her teeth?

Shamara’s eyes widened in anger: “I have been corrupted.”

Shamara, who had remained calm even when threatened by a scythe, was angry now. This left Negris somewhat taken aback. Had he said something wrong?

“Alright, alright, you’ve been corrupted. I’ll see if there’s anything I can do to help,” said Negris, and then turned around and asked: “Can we do anything to help?” Apparently, his ‘seeing’ meant asking others.

Ange cocked his head without replying, simply advancing towards Shamara and reaching out his hand.

Shamara did not resist, standing quietly as Ange held his hand above her head. This gesture was surprisingly docile as Ange could smash her skull with a mere swipe of his hand at any time.