Chapter 183 - 32 Temptation_3

Chapter 183: Chapter 32 Temptation_3

“I wonder what it feels like to ‘age,’ and when that day comes, whether Ossen will still confidently say ‘Death is nothing special.’”

Musing to himself, Momon felt drowsiness surging over him, and he prepared to take a nap.

“Probably not, after all, you’ve never seen a fellow human die, let alone experienced what it’s like to age. Once you truly witness it, you’ll know fear.”

“Who’s there!”

The sleepiness vanished in an instant. Momon hadn’t expected to encounter an unknown being twice in just half a day.

Moreover, it seemed that this second visitor wasn’t merely passing by but had come specifically for him.

He grasped the short copper sword he always kept by his side. Although it was probably useless against the newcomer, it offered Momon a bit of psychological comfort at least.

His gaze was sharp as he scanned the area, but amidst the flickering firelight, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Don’t be afraid. As a ‘Priest’ favored by Prometheus, I won’t harm you.”

“After all, if we alerted him to our presence, that would complicate matters.”

Accompanied by a slight laugh, a figure slowly emerged. The stranger looked no different from a young human, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

If it had been during the day, Momon would probably have been happy to make friends with someone like this. But now, it seemed highly likely that the other party wasn’t even human.

“Who are you? This place is under the watch of the creator, and it’s not too late for you to leave now.”

Rolling over to sit up from the wooden bed, sword in hand, Momon was vigilant.

He had already resolved that if the stranger could be frightened off by the name of the creator, he would immediately seek shelter with Prometheus.

But in reality, he also knew his plan might not come to pass.

As expected, under his watchful eyes, the stranger had no intention of retreating. Instead, they simply curled their lips and spoke with a smile:

“Prometheus, he’s already in a precarious situation himself. Why would you think he could protect you?”

“Surely you don’t believe that desecrating a Deity is so easily forgiven.”

With a touch of mockery, Mephisto had thought he would need a lot of time to find his opportunity, but to his utter disbelief, the prescient deity he had once dealt with had done such a thing in just half a day.

To deceive the gods for some petty offerings, any deity passing near human settlements would have seen through his little scheme. Mephisto was even wondering whether this prescient sage simply had a reputation that exceeded his abilities, or had become so deluded that he forgot who he was.

Reaching out a hand, Mephisto took a small vial from his bosom in front of Momon.

The vial was crystal clear, not at all a creation within the capabilities of current human craftsmanship. Within it, a dark red liquid swirl and rolled slowly.

“This is my blood. After drinking it, you can jump higher, have more strength, sharper senses, and you will possess some extraordinary powers. Of course, most importantly, you will live much longer.”

“But I don’t need it.”

With a stiff tone, Momon was uninterested in drinking anything given by a stranger.

“Perhaps, you indeed don’t need it now.”

Placing the small vial on the table, Mephisto smiled and said:

“But you will in the future.”

“Use your eyes to see, use your body to feel. When you see your peers aging, when your eyes no longer see clearly, when you start to fear, drink it, and you will gain more time.”

“Moreover, I hope you understand,”

Standing in the shadows, Mephisto seemed very sincere.

“We were once human, and humans can understand each other, but humans and gods are different.”

“They require human faith, not humans themselves. No matter how much you contribute to them, if you do not believe in them, there won’t be much of a difference in outcome.”

“So remember, Momon, never pray to a deity for immortality. Otherwise, you will surely regret it.”

With a mysterious smile, Mephisto’s figure gradually receded, turning into a wisp of black mist that dispersed and then vanished. Momon remained vigilant for a while until the Moon was high in the sky before he gradually relaxed.

He looked at the small vial on the table and hesitated for a moment. Momon had intended to tell the creator about today’s events and to ask him to deal with the contents of the vial, but ultimately, for some reason, he hid it beneath his bed.

He had no plans to use it and did not trust this stranger from Silver Humanity. If he could deceive the gods, then how could others not deceive him?

And thinking of the other’s last words, Momon couldn’t help but find them somewhat laughable.

“Pray to a god for immortality... huh, doesn’t he know that there is no such option in the blessings bestowed by deities?”

“Even if I wanted to do that, no deity has ever made such a promise.”

Shaking his head and thinking no more of it, although he did not plan to tell the creator, Momon decided to secretly observe the other priests the next day, especially Ossen.

He wasn’t sure that this mysterious person had only approached him.