He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 16. The Pope's Face Project

Ian thought that everyone would start a long lecture and ask him why he was like this.

Unexpectedly, Lacia and the others thought about it thoughtfully, and finally nodded in agreement.

This matter has become a truth that needs no further explanation.

Although he didn't understand why, Ian always saved a lot of effort.

It was just in the corner of Ian's sight that he didn't notice...

"As the great God of Dawn, Master Ian is expected to perform any miracles!"

This thought occurred to everyone including Lacia, who was looking at Ian with admiration.

"Master Ian, I have an idea..."

Suddenly, Layal raised his hand and looked at Ian with bright eyes.

Ian naturally understood what Layal was trying to say immediately, and nodded with a chuckle.

"Okay, that's what I was going to tell you."

"If you get hurt in the future, just come to the MC world. As long as you don't die on the spot, it doesn't matter how badly you get hurt."

"After eating a full meal, I'm back to normal."

Layal nodded repeatedly with a look of joy on his face.

"Yes! Master Ian! This way, our survival rate will be greatly increased when facing monsters from the demon clan or the Kingdom of Dawn."

"Even if the Dawn Divine Religion grows bigger and stronger in the future, perhaps it can even rely on the great characteristics of the Dawn Kingdom to create miracles and make believers even more devout!"

The words had barely escaped his lips before Ian could even appreciate Leal's wisdom.

Franny suddenly jumped out with an unhappy look on her face.

"Butler Leal! Watch your words! What does it mean to create a miracle?"

"All of this is a miracle! It's Master Ian's great miracle!"

Layal was stunned for a moment, then said seriously:

"I was wrong! This is a miracle in itself, so we, the Dawn Cult, don't need to prove the existence of the God of Dawn to anyone!"

As he spoke, Layar glanced at Ian quietly and said seriously:
"Only devout believers are qualified to worship the great dawn!"

"The dawn will last forever!"

Ian felt a little relieved when he saw the people around him spontaneously clasping their hands together and murmuring prayers.

The Dawn Cult is finally becoming more and more organized.

Although the overall look is still a gang.

……

"Is everyone ready?"

After temporarily controlling the iron golem with a block, Lyall stood at the edge of the fence holding a stone axe.

Markov raised the stone sword in his hand.

"Godfather! Come on! I'm back from the dead now!"

"…Markov, if you don't know how to use adjectives, you don't have to mention it."

Looking at Markov who looked like he had taken a cold bath, Leal couldn't help feeling a little worried.

My adopted son was already a bit of a fool, and now he's been shot in the heart. He won't die, but...

Is this what Master Ian said, simple-minded?

This child, what will happen in the future...

Fortunately, Master Ian said that Markoff's stupidity wouldn't be inherited, because he couldn't find a partner...

Leal sighed, feeling melancholy about Markov's future.

Lyall quickly retreated after tearing open a gap in the fence just enough for a zombie to get in.

He and other knights used the construction techniques Ian taught them to expand a small fenced area.

Seeing that more than a dozen zombies, skeletons and other monsters had been let in, Layar hurried to plug the gap.

"Come one by one, Markov, you start first!"

After doing all this, Layal stood aside and stared intently.

Ian hadn't planned on having them deal with zombies, after all, they would burn to death at daybreak. It would be good to just pick up something ready-made.

During the day, the zombies died and the spiders were easy to clean up. Basically, Ian felt that he could just take a good night's sleep and wake up to create a line-brushing machine.

But Leal doesn't think so.

I know that in the MC world, as long as you don’t die immediately, you can recover by eating if you lose limbs.

Leal immediately proposed to train the knights through combat.

In his words, this is the perfect place to train soldiers. In a world with such a low mortality rate, if you don't practice chivalry with all your might, will you just lie down and wait for death?
Perhaps, Layal himself felt that Ian had done a lot of things throughout the day, and they had little presence, which made Layal feel uncomfortable.

However, what Leal said does make sense.

In the MC world, as long as one does not die immediately, injuries can be recovered quickly, so Layal does not have to worry too much.

It is entirely possible to use rote learning to make the knights of the Phobos family, who are also the only ten knights of the Dawn Cult, become stronger as quickly as possible.

Blackwater City isn't very safe.

Compared to the demons, the monsters here are powerful, but their movements are clumsy and traceable.

Plus, sharing Ian's physique makes it even easier to deal with him.

Ian also taught them a lot of MC world combat skills. With sufficient preparation, they could fight one by one without any danger.

If all else fails, let the iron golem go and let it stand alone.

Ian, accompanied by Lecia and others, stood not far away and looked out.

Ian felt relieved when he noticed that Layal and the others were getting better after the initial confusion.

After instructing Layal to pay special attention to witches and creepers, he turned around and returned to his two-story cabin.

After picking and choosing, Ian put some tools and equipment into boxes according to categories, and then looked at the somewhat simple decoration.

Strictly speaking, it can't be called decoration.

There are a podium and bookshelves left by the previous owner, a few glass windows, and a wooden box.

Then it was gone.

When he used to play MC, he would either speedrun or play it raw, and basically, Ian never paid attention to where he lived.

Now that he has entered the MC world in person, the living environment, which is the least important thing for speed runners, has become Ian's biggest concern.

This kind of house can only be lived in for lunch, because you will hang yourself if you live there in the morning and evening.

After thinking about it, I took out my notebook and wrote it down.

After that, we should focus on selecting some believers who understand construction planning.

The Pope’s private residence and church are the most important face-saving projects!
After thinking about this, Ian jumped up and threw himself on the bed.

Obviously, after the bed in the MC world was transformed into a real existence, except for retaining the feature of the rebirth point, the other features of lying on it to travel through time were not retained.

But there was one feature that Ian liked very much.

This thing is hypnotic.

This was the most comfortable sleep Ian had had since the incident with the Phobos family.

There were no dreams, all my memories were stuck on the moment when I lay peacefully on the bed.

When I opened my eyes again, it was bright outside.

Ian stood up energetically, picked up the equipment he would need today, and was looking forward to the official start of generating electricity today.

But when he opened the door and looked around, Ian was stunned.

The fence is still there, intact.

Layal and others were sitting by the campfire, chatting and laughing while eating breakfast, and they were all intact.

But the ground was full of dark, bottomless vertical tunnels.

The Dawn Village, which was flat and spacious before he went to bed last night, has now become a hornet's nest.

Ian felt the veins on his forehead bulge.

Didn’t we agree to train by killing zombies?
Why are they digging holes one after another?

And don’t even fill it back!

(End of this chapter)