Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 171 - 136 Soul Touch_1

The premise is that you’re able to find a mage (with at least 17 professional levels) willing to cast a ninth-tier spell for you, and can afford the substantial commission.

In the normal market, a ninth-tier spell costs at least one hundred thousand gold coins, and for a special spell like the Wish Spell, the price is double or even more than that of an ordinary spell.

To have received a permanent +1 to charisma just by casting a psychic magic spell felt somewhat too easy.

The attribute points increase is a bit fantastical.

If it were strength, Gaven could understand, as giants are naturally strong.

Boosting constitution would also make sense, and even enhancing perception or intelligence could be justified.

But charisma alone...

Heh... do Foul Giants have any charisma to speak of?

Or is there some inner beauty in Foul Giants that he has yet to discover?

Or was it true, what Lord Virginia previously said, that Foul Giants were once among the most beautiful creatures, now just fallen?

After purification, did he absorb the purest, most beautiful part of his soul?

As Gaven marveled, he walked toward the Terror Claw Dagger.

Now calling it a Terror Claw Dagger is hardly appropriate, for it had grown and changed again, and should rightly be called the Terror Claw Longsword.

The Terror Claw Longsword is as far removed from terror, distortion, and deformity as it could be, instead, its beauty rivals that of the Elven Long Knives, with perfect curves and a splendid sense of balance.

Unfortunately, it is a soul weapon and cannot be taken into reality, and it’s even possible that once he returns to reality, it would immediately disperse back into the Sea of Consciousness.

Once the soul consciousness of the Foul Giant was obliterated, everything else was a minor issue. There was no need for Gaven to act, as Lord Virginia’s rolling green tsunami swept them away, crushing them.

The green glow flickered, and Lord Virginia emerged from it. Her soul consciousness was more consolidated than Gaven’s, and her visage was identical to her real-world appearance.

To be accurate, she was even more radiant, her body exuding a comfortable, faint green glow. She wore a robe that resembled a green veil, her lovely figure partially obscured within. It seemed as though everything was visible, yet when one tried to focus, nothing could be distinctly seen.

Without waiting for Virginia to speak, Gaven, unable to contain his enthusiasm, said, "Lord, should we not repeat our old tricks and cleanse another area of corruption?"

They had only cleared one patch of black mist; another more intense and evil black mist zone still lay deep within the green Sea of Consciousness.

There were tangible benefits to doing this, and now Gaven was hooked on cleansing.

"It’s not that simple," Lord Virginia shook her head, "We don’t know enough about the level of corruption in the other area, and taking hasty action might give the Foul Giants the chance to pollute my Sea of Consciousness, which would result in a loss far outweighing the gain."

"Lord, you leverage the power of the Spring Bud Forest—could those Foul Giants really possess such ability?" Gaven was dismissive.

"Do not underestimate the power of the Foul Giants’ evil sacrifices. To achieve their wicked goals, they would resort to any means, including leveraging the powers from the Abyssal or Hell domains. Besides, there is a kingdom behind the Foul Giants, with hundreds of their kind," Lord Virginia evidently knew far more about the Foul Giants’ practices.

"Alright then, let’s call it a day, but if there’s work like this in the future, you must find me," Gaven quickly insisted.

"Don’t worry, even if you hadn’t mentioned it, I would still need to trouble you for such matters," Lord Virginia’s eyes, like pools of spring water, held a smile.

Not only had Gaven had a bountiful harvest today, but she, too, had reaped a rich bounty.

In the past, clearing just an ordinary Land of Corruption would leave her as exhausted as if she had fought a great battle, needing several days to recover.

Now, having dealt with a corruption brought about by the sacrifice of a Foul Giant’s soul, she was full of energy and in better spirits than ever before, and even the entire Spring Bud Forest seemed more jubilant, with spring even more in the air.

Having received such an influx of soul essence, she believed the Spring Bud Forest’s creatures would have a significantly higher pregnancy rate this year, and come autumn, there would be a boom in new life.

The most unique aspect of the Fairy Wilderness is that despite their faith in the Elf Gods, the fae race shows no interest in journeying to the Elf Divine Realm of Alvandor. Most choose to merge into the Fairy Wilderness with the assistance of the Fairy Lord and land after death, or to reincarnate on the spot, tasting liberation from the cycle of reincarnation.

This practice may be transcendent, but it is not favored by the gods, so they seldom bestow new souls upon the Fairy Wilderness. As a result, even though the fae race lives long, their birth rates are generally low, making souls incredibly important to a territory.

Most importantly, an effective strategy to combat corruption had been found. Lord Virginia would formulate a new battle plan around this strategy.

In due time, Gaven would become her sharpest sword.

Lord Virginia looked at Gaven and felt increasingly fond and close the more she gazed.

Gaven, unnerved by Lord Virginia’s peculiar look, quickly asked, "Is there anything else, or shall we exit now to see how things are outside?"

"No need to look, the situation outside is very good," Lord Virginia waved a hand, and the Sea of Consciousness beneath her roiled, turning into a mirror that projected the outside situation directly into view.