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Chapter 371. The Ninth Conference of the Gods (End)
Meanwhile, inside the conference room...

The dim, yellow light diffused in the air, enveloping the entire space in a tranquil atmosphere.

A young man sat upright in the main seat.

He had a pair of eyes as blue as clear lake water, and a pair of exquisite monocles perched on his nose, which reflected a faint luster under the light.

The young man had a gentle, jade-like face with soft features. He wore a black wizard's hat with a white ribbon tied around it, decorated with blue gemstones.

She was wearing a high-quality black coat, the well-tailored fabric gleaming under the light.

Edric adjusted his glasses and first glanced at the people attending the meeting.

The dim light illuminated the faces of the meeting participants, a group that appeared to retain human features, but upon closer inspection, each one resembled a deformed monster emerging from a nightmare.

Their bodies were tall and unusually bloated, as if forcibly stretched by an invisible evil force, with every inch of their skin showing an unnatural distortion.

The one sitting opposite Edric was wearing a white hood symbolizing the pantheon of light.

Beneath the brim of the hat, a pair of enormous ram's horns stood out abruptly, so thick that they almost completely supported the hat, as if they might burst through the thin fabric at any moment. Dry, golden hair, like tangled vines, was tightly wrapped around the ram's horns.

The area beneath his eyes, which should have been human eyes, was now horribly deformed; his eyeballs bulged and swollen, like two glass marbles about to fall off at any moment. His gaze was full of so-called "compassion," but within that compassion, there was always a subtle, chilling undertone, as if it were a disguised form of greed and voyeurism.

Behind the priest's high-backed chair, a long, dark figure stood silently.

The shadow also had ram's horns, but they were wider and more terrifying than the ram's horns on his head, like the horns of a demon from the abyss. That was the projection of the God of Light.

Moving the gaze downwards to the left, one sees a priest also dressed in the robes of the God of Light.

However, he had a long, red, forked tongue in his mouth, which would occasionally peek out and lick the air.

His eyeballs were swollen like light bulbs, bulging out of their sockets as if they might fall out at any moment.

The shadow behind him resembled a giant frog, lying prone on the ground with its limbs spread out.

Edric's gaze continued to wander through the conference room. Looking around, apart from himself, all the attendees at the table were such deformed humans.

Behind each of them trailed a long, sinister shadow, each shadow having a different shape but representing its own deity, like a group of silent bystanders coldly watching the meeting.

Edric silently glanced around at his "colleagues" at the conference table, then slowly looked away and rubbed his cheek.

At the long table, among the dozen or so attendees, he was the only one who maintained the appearance of a normal human being with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

The others had long been corrupted and distorted by the gods they served, transformed into human-shaped but inhuman beings, like deformed creations forcibly pieced together.

The reason for this is that his "boss" is different from others. He is a god in human form, and unlike other gods, he will not impose his madness and deformity on his servants.

However, unsurprisingly, the boss is unlikely to attend this time either.

Behind each of the attendees' chairs at the table was a twisted, elongated, dark shadow, two or three meters tall, except for his chair, which was empty, with only his own small shadow.

Without the presence of a deity, the priest can only be a listener and cannot participate in the discussion.

As soon as the meeting began, the priests of the temples couldn't wait to start arguing, their voices sharp and shrill, like a pack of hungry wolves fighting over carrion.

Today's topic is about the merging of the wizarding world and the gifted world, and which god's domain should the vast human population of the latter be assigned to?

"This land has been protected by the Temple of Justice since ancient times!"

A priest, clad in a long, silver-white robe, with a flickering, flame-like shadow trailing behind his head, slammed his fist on the table and rose to his feet. His eyes were swollen like light bulbs, and his scarlet tongue hung down in front of his chest.
"Any force that attempts to interfere is a desecration of the belief in justice!"

"presumptuous!"

A more obese priest roared from the opposite side, his skin a sickly bluish-gray, with a black shadow coiled behind him like a giant python:
"The laws of the world of talents have already determined that the humans there are more suited to receive the blessings of our Lord!"

"Nonsense!" another priest shrieked, his mouth torn to the roots of his ears, revealing gleaming white teeth.

"The world of talents is most suited to my lord!"

The entire conference room was instantly engulfed in a heated argument, with various religious declarations, threats, and intimidation intertwined, resembling a crazy farce.

Edric sat there like an ordinary person who had stumbled into a monster party, unable to join the conversation or muster any interest.

His eyelids grew heavy, his head bobbed uncontrollably, and his vision began to blur.

Just a moment before his chin was about to hit his chest—

A cold, sinister force suddenly and gently gripped the tip of his hat.

"My priest, wake up!"

A deep, damp voice, as if it had crawled out from the depths of an ancient well, sounded from behind, with a hint of helplessness in its tone.

Edric paused for a moment, then abruptly looked up—

The once noisy conference room had fallen into an eerie silence.

All eyes were on him, or more precisely, on the abrupt shadow behind him.

It was a silhouette in a black robe, with an unusually regular outline, without any ferocious horns, except for a huge scythe hanging diagonally, its crescent-shaped arc so exaggerated that the sharp blade was projected directly onto the ceiling, carving a dark crack in the white ceiling.

The shadow stood straight behind his chair, taller than the shadows of everyone else present, almost reaching the dome of the conference room.

Edric could clearly feel the chill emanating from that shadow—not just ordinary cold, but a bone-chilling cold like being in a thousand-year-old ice cave, carrying the aura of death.

But beneath this chilling cold lies a reassuring strength, like an ancient tree standing firm in a storm, silent and reliable.

In the deathly silence of the conference room, his boss's tone remained as bland as a glass of lukewarm water:

“Go tell those ignorant fools that after the worlds merge, the entire World of Talents will belong to the Temple of Deathly Silence.”

"Whoever tries to take it, we'll kill them."

(End of Volume 1)

Seeing everyone's reluctance to say goodbye, Volume 2 will be released on December 25, 2025. I will tentatively release a chapter on that day. If anyone is still waiting for me, please leave a comment on the new chapter, and the author will return to continue writing Volume 2.

If the hype dies down, I'll move on to real life.

Finally, thank you all for your continued support!

Volume Two Contents:
1. The Wizarding World merges, the Temple of the Dead descends upon the Talent World, and Edric makes his appearance.

2. The past of the Deathly Silence Priest and the Green Leaf God, the past of the silent, cold, and deathly god and the newly recruited priest.

3. Predict the layout of your home and plan your home's layout accordingly.

4. The daily life of the Fools' Society, the relationship between Gu Jiyun and Edric, and the brother's background and past.

5. Gu Jiyun's script.

6. The little girl I met in the neighborhood at the beginning of the article.

7. The Peaceful Girl and the Chuunibyou Fool.

8. Jiang Jianxin's abilities and strategic skills have improved, and he has recalled new memories.

9.…