Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1247 - 838 Can God Be Killed

“For sale: Blood Clan’s finely carved furniture, premium wood, beautifully decorated, displayed in the shop for selection.”

“Purple helmet for trade, looking for purple weapons or chest plates, DM if interested.”

“Trade Alliance’s base in District 015: Recruiting young male and female personnel, payment per session, DM for details, interview required.”

Messages scrolled by rapidly; one needed to press and hold to slow them down to read clearly.

There hadn’t been much change among the transmigrators.

Some were forming groups for dungeons, others were swapping gear.

But it seemed that there were far fewer online friendships being formed, probably because people were now generally interacting with the natives.

With so many races here, dating was much more interesting than with ordinary humans.

He perused the World Channel for a while but found nothing of help to himself.

So, he opened up the transmigrators’ stores in the World Channel and began checking them one by one.

When he came across an unassuming store selling various handwritten books, Fang Hao’s brows slightly furrowed.

[Space Lock Conjectures and Speculations (Handwritten)]

He was all too familiar with this person.

From this store, Fang Hao had bought two magic book copies and a compilation of the Giant’s Divine Empire data.

The magic book copies, he initially thought could unlock new skills, but after studying for several days, he ended up learning nothing at all.

They were still gathering dust on the bookshelf.

As for the Divine Empire file, it was compiled by the other party after a system task of the Divine Territory.

It mostly contained archaeological conjectures from the Elf Clan, which were somewhat helpful and broadened his horizons.

As for this newly listed book… he wondered what it was about.

The exchange required five units of cast iron blocks, not too expensive.

Confirmation of exchange.

The book immediately appeared in his hand.

He briefly flipped through it, the pages were still filled with various scholars’ theories and speculations.

It mainly mentioned several forms of spatial conjectures.

One was about actual space, like the world under his feet, known as a primary plane of existence.

Or the abyssal planes where demons dwelled.

The primary reason demons repeatedly attempted to cross boundaries into this plane was the living environment and the plundering of various resources.

Living creature’s lives were also a resource.

Another type was considered not necessarily a real existence but your consciousness, which at some level witnesses distance, feels space, and thus believes to be within a space.

This theory was somewhat similar to a ‘Succubus’s’ dream intrusion.

In dreams, it can create any desired scene or person for you; you experience it as if you are there, with sensory feedback, making you believe you are truly in a separate space.

But can a mental reverie also count as a space?

This was somewhat incomprehensible to people.

In addition, it also talked about interstitial spaces, transitional spaces, and other theoretical conjectures.

Among them, there was also a brief passage about the Divine Realm/Divine Territory.

The handwritten noted that the Divine Territory was a space independently established, which might overlap with the main plane or could exist within the cracks of real planes.

Independent, secretive.

A deity would invite chosen guests to visit or allow devout followers to live in the Divine Territory.

But the location of this space was secret, and one needed to know its whereabouts to get there.

With just five pages turned, he finished reading.

The content, which wasn’t only text but also included some extensive illustrations, was actually very limited.

The recorded content was not made up and was extracted from some scholars’ research conclusions.

Fang Hao felt it was still somewhat useful.

He set the copy aside and went straight to the profile of this person, Lin Bill.

After considering it, he still attempted to add him as a friend.

Ding!

The friend request was accepted, and the other party also promptly sent a message.

“Mr. Fang Hao, hello!”

“Hello, Mr. Lin. I’ve just purchased a book from your store and would like to understand more,” Fang Hao replied very politely.

The other party quickly replied, “You are one of my few customers. What would you like to know? Though I must say, most of what I have written is copied from other books, so I might not have much additional insight.”

“I am quite interested in the deities and Divine Realms of this world,” Fang Hao continued.

There was a brief pause on the other end.

Then, the prompt reply followed, “Very well, Mr. Fang Hao, I’m with my teacher now, and he has in-depth research in this area. You may ask whatever you wish.”

Teacher? Scholar?

It seemed Lin was doing quite well for himself.

Without any hesitation, Fang Hao asked quite straightforwardly, “Can gods truly be killed?”

The other side fell silent again, and for even longer than before.

Just as he thought they might be unwilling, or perhaps unable, to answer,

there was a ding, and the reply came through, “Theoretically speaking, we can speculate two ways of death. One is by using brute force to kill the target, which theoretically is possible, but the difficulty of implementing it is extremely high. Instances of divine warfare appearing in ballads and epics are mostly artistic interpretations and not highly reliable.”

After the first part, the second message was sent without delay, “The second way is the loss of faith. When the worshippers’ faith wanes and they no longer believe in what he represents, the Divine Power may slowly fade, potentially leading to death.”

Fang Hao read it carefully, trying to understand the other party’s words.

The first method would be a direct confrontation, killing the deity with external forces.

As for the second method, making the believers lose faith in the deity…

When Fang Hao considered this, his first thought was to kill all the believers of the God of Deception in one fell swoop.

But upon further thought, he felt it couldn’t be that simple.

A deity titled with deception wouldn’t be so foolish as to commit such an act.

There might be some other kind of trap waiting for him.

Moreover, the use of “might” at the end made the outcome even more unpredictable.

After contemplating, he continued to inquire, “Is there any method to slay a deity?”

The other party replied once more, “From ancient times to the present, no mortal’s sword or spell has successfully slain a deity, at least none have been recorded.”

Fang Hao nodded and didn’t pursue the matter any further.

By asking these questions today, he had already exposed much information. If the other party were attentive or had other objectives, they might infer something.

He traded a piece of Morning Coral and a purple weapon to the other party, saying, “Please thank your teacher for me and also extend my thanks to Mr. Lin Bill.”

“It was the least I could do.” The other party responded politely but did not refuse the tokens of gratitude.

Morning Coral was expensive, and native nobles liked to collect it.

And, for transmigrators, a purple weapon was more useful than a collectible.

He disconnected the chat.

The sky had already darkened.

Eira and Little White returned together, leaning softly against him.

Fang Hao immediately understood their intentions.

He headed upstairs with the two women to strengthen their relationship.

…

The next day, at the Succubus Tavern.

The private room was quiet, filled with wafting incense.

Fang Hao finished the drink in his cup and refocused on the old man across from him.

“Mr. Elro, did you bring the item?”

Sitting opposite at the square table was an elderly man from the Human Clan.

The old man glanced over several times before finally taking out a Blueprint from his bag and placing it on the table.

[Energy Core Overload Blueprint]

“As long as this device is connected to the construct’s ‘Energy Core,’ it will automatically disassemble and explode when the construct is damaged and can no longer fight,” the old man explained.

That was the purpose of Fang Hao arranging this meeting.

The Energy Core Overload Device, a mechanism that could cause a disabled construct to explode along with its body and parts.

Such devices were not uncommon among mechanics; generally, new constructs incorporated one to keep their internal mechanisms confidential.

Anyone who bought it and tried to disassemble it for research would trigger an explosion.

It was a type of encryption device.

Of course, this device was of little use to transmigrators now.

Transmigrators were interested in Blueprints; who would study the device’s internals?

Even if they managed to disassemble it, they might not understand the structure inside.

“Okay.”

Fang Hao took the Blueprint and then pushed across three Warfire Cards, each valued at one million.

The price was steep, but Blueprints weren’t something you could just buy with money.

Without this old man, he wouldn’t even know where to buy them.

“Remember, it wasn’t purchased from me,” the old man emphasized.

“Don’t worry, this matter won’t leak out. Even if it does, it won’t have anything to do with you,” Fang Hao said with a smile before continuing to inquire, “By the way, do you have any other Blueprints? We can negotiate the price.”

“No, you’re not running a construct shop, why would you buy so many constructs?” the old man retorted with a glance.

For the old man, trading with Fang Hao indeed solved some of his financial problems.

But if such dealings became known, it would ruin his reputation for a lifetime.

Fang Hao didn’t continue the topic but asked instead, “I heard there’s a Mammoth construct, is there a way to get it?”

The old man’s eyes widened, surprise written all over them.

“You know about this?”

“Yes, I have some of the design, but it’s incomplete. Is there a way to get the full thing?” Fang Hao persisted.

“Cough! That… it’s a very old Blueprint, I don’t have it,” the old man flatly stated.

Fang Hao nodded, “We’re old friends now. If you can get it for me, I’ll make sure the price is satisfying.”

The old man’s eyes flickered, but he still said, “I can’t help.”

Fang Hao didn’t press any further.

The two completed their transaction smoothly and chatted a bit more in the private room.

The old man lamented his personal circumstances, and then they each left the tavern.

…

Fang Hao didn’t go straight back.

Accompanied by Anjia, he made his way to the Blood Clan’s shop.

The entire Trade Alliance headquarters was under reconstruction, and from the street, one could see groups of workers and a maze of scaffolding.

It was clear that the Trade Alliance was deploying considerable manpower and resources to return to normal as soon as possible.

During this time, he hadn’t seen any Goblins approaching him for money.

Maybe they saw that neither he nor the Dragon Clan were satisfied and were discussing a new compensation scheme.

Walking into the Blood Clan shop, the staff immediately recognized Fang Hao.

They greeted him with a smile and led him upstairs.

The Blood Clan’s shop, much like that of the Undead, was special in its emptiness, scarcely visited by anyone other than Blood Clan members.

Entering the second-floor private room, Fang Hao saw the Blood Clan leader, Isabella, and the elegant Rolana accompanying her, drinking tea.

“Lady Isabella…” Fang Hao performed a noble’s courtesy with due formality.