Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 35: Divine Realm

Translator: CKtalon

“…Who’s Liliana to you?”

In fact, William already had a rough answer before he asked this question.

However, he still wanted to hear the person in front of him say it personally.

The other party fell silent for a moment, and the expression on his face kept changing. Finally, he replied, “She’s my daughter… Where did you learn this name?”

As expected…

William couldn’t help but have the urge to laugh when he sensed the vigilance in the other party’s words.

He said to the middle-aged man who called himself the Chief Palace Mage and claimed that the Three Moon Goddesses was an ancient belief of the Blackwater Swamp.

“Then, are you aware that your daughter was almost eaten by the spawn of the Three Moon Goddesses about a week ago? What were you doing back then? Worshiping the statue of the Lady of Starvation in this mine?”

“I was searching for her back then. I didn’t know that she had encountered a newborn goddess’s dependent.” Vincent was silent for a moment before answering.

The newborn goddess was the Lady of Starvation in the Moon Realm worship of the ancient Blackwater Kingdom. Similarly, the Whispering Empress and the Lord of Nightmare were respectively called the Goddess of Transformation and the Goddess of Art.

“In that case, you know that the Lady of Starvation’s spawn eats humans?”

William asked. He waited for a while and continued when Vincent didn’t say anything.

“Then, you treated Them as your faith and worshiped a man-eating deity?”

Vincent shook his head at William’s words.

“Strength is strength. How to use it is only related to the user’s will. The same power can be used to kill or save people. My daughter is in danger because that magic chanter wanted to kill her, and that’s not the will of the newborn goddess.”

This familiar explanation again.

William had the urge to facepalm.
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In-game, every time he questioned Moon Realm worshipers who could still communicate normally, they always gave the same answer. He didn’t expect them to remain the same more than a thousand years later.

Their gods weren’t in the wrong, but the believers who had chanted the wrong scriptures and abused Their powers.

William scoffed at this.

“There are many ways to obtain strength,” he said.

“Be it tempering one’s skills, practicing magic, or establishing a faction, these powers belong to yourself after obtaining them. No one can snatch them from your hands. However, the powers obtained from trading with the Moon Realm aren’t like this.”

As William spoke, he looked at the corpse of the Webweaver.

“No matter how powerful or convenient that power is, the power from the Moon Realm is something the Void Sovereigns lend out. Those things will never belong to you. Furthermore, one day, they’ll make you spit them out with interest.”

“You didn’t come here to destroy the altar and take away the miners just to give me a lesson in faith, right?”

Vincent interrupted William’s preaching and continued.

“You’re the heretical mage who saved my daughter in the Grief Mountains, right? I asked her about your identity and whereabouts, but she refused to say anything. She only said that you’re a wandering heretical mage and didn’t want to cause too much trouble.”