Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 296 The Triad God
"Is he really a god?"

Looking at the design on the Heroic Spirit Card, Rean seemed lost in thought.

"No, is he really life?"

It was a starry sky, and one of its stars was so powerful that it could not be ignored.

He, or rather it, or perhaps it is Him, a being with two faces and three arms, utterly incomprehensible.

The pale yellow flesh resembled a wood carving or a Buddha statue, with feathered robes fluttering around it.

The surrounding radiance subsided, its aura seemingly sacred, yet also as if it were blasphemous.

The face on the left is like a laughing clown, while the face on the right is filled with compassion.

The three pairs of arm joints resemble those of a doll, each holding a strange instrument.

A pair of people holding purplish-red wooden lutes are facing a smiling head.

Holding a quill pen in one hand, it seems to be writing and drawing in the void.

Holding a bell in one hand, his compassionate face turned to the side, as if he were listening.

The last pair of arms is empty, leaving more room for imagination for outsiders.

After all, with one hand pointing to the sky and the other hand holding a flower pointing to the ground, it was as if he was embracing the entire universe in his hands.

This, though slightly eerie in the Buddha statues and temples of the previous life, would not feel out of place at all, but appearing in "reality" gives people a strange sense of threat.

"It seems we've drawn something extraordinary."

【Festerion, the Crimson Poet of Tragedy & Lord of Pleasure and Drama (God) & ¥%*%

Three names appeared on this hero card.

Rean could understand the first two names, but the first one was probably the name of this god when he was still a mortal.

The god of pleasure and drama sounds like a bard-like deity, so he shouldn't be considered an evil god.
"The last name cannot be deciphered by the encyclopedia." Rean shook his head. This was his understanding before encountering the snake. Now it seems that the weakness lies not in the encyclopedia, but in himself.

"No, it should be that it cannot be recorded, or rather, it was recorded, but harmful information was blocked to avoid affecting me."

Rean had only encountered one such being before—the snake.

To be honest, being merely the "god of pleasure and drama" makes him seem like an ordinary, artistic deity, which doesn't quite match his image in the encyclopedia.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter, he's dead anyway. He should be dead by now."

Thinking about the snake, Rean felt a little insecure.

"No rush, let's check on this God of Drama. And that Fisterion, hopefully he's not too far away...it sounds like an elf's name."

Thanks to Lex's gift, this time he didn't activate it immediately. Rean needed to make sure it wasn't an evil god before summoning it.

Even if there are some unobservable factors, since they have become gods, their doctrines and stances are basically fixed and they won't waver.

Rean vaguely sensed something was wrong, but it seemed there was no turning back now that the arrow had been released.

Since he is also one of Lee Eun-suk's reincarnations drawn from the Heroic Souls Compendium, he shouldn't be harmful to "himself," right?

Those two strange faces must be a concrete manifestation of their "theatrical priesthood," since drama has both joy and sorrow.

"No rush, let's take it one step at a time."

Rean composed himself and decided to first assess the situation before investigating the deity's background.

After all, handing over one's "body" without any preparation is too risky. If the spirit of the hero were to suddenly reappear, one might really have nowhere to stand.

Rean estimated that such obvious features should not be difficult to find.

Because the belief in God is fundamentally about expanding one's territory and doctrines, there are often many records of such beings as deities.

Even if He perished, if He wasn't an evil god or a forbidden being, the kingdom should have had some record of it, even if it was just for the sake of "not being impolite."

As for its final title, since it didn't jump out like a snake, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Once it's light, I'll go to the Mage Street in the Radiant District and look for relevant information.

"when!"

At that moment, the sound of clashing swords outside the window caught his attention. Opening the window, he saw Hela and Lana, the two inheritors of the heroic spirits, who had just ended their dream and were beginning their sparring as dawn broke.

The girls' faces were covered in sweat; they looked like they were practicing very seriously.

"Let's go over when it's completely light. Let's go practice first. This courtyard seems a bit cramped."

Rean could see that what made Hela's life the hardest was that she was constantly suppressing her power and instinct to fight back.

Lana also had a tough time. The difference in absolute strength was one thing, but the imbalance in body, soul, and perspective was the real problem. Her training was a battle against herself.

"Wait, how did I figure that out?"

Only then did Rean realize that Lex's advance "gift" was quite generous.

[Gain permanent class: Tier 3 Basic Warrior (Two-handed sword direction), Tier 1 Hero (Aiselin's unique legacy)]

This ability to see through things at a glance, as if it were an instinct developed through countless battles, comes from that "first-tier hero". Under normal circumstances, the resources required to just unlock the inheritance are astronomical.

And Lex's version is probably an enhanced version.

[The brave never die on the battlefield (passive trait for no class level): You are a born warrior; you have an almost instinctive understanding of combat, the battlefield, and practical experience.]

Rean's accumulated experience and professional skills have clearly had a combined effect under this passive ability.

"That's really impressive. Is this what a truly high-level profession is like?"

Rean glanced at it and saw that although it was only a first-tier hero, its actual professional ability configuration was basically above the level of a great warrior. This was originally a "transcendent advanced profession".

It's similar to a classical paladin. Warriors and knights who reach this level are basically at least level six or seven. The extraordinary advancement that can help them is naturally not weak.

"I can probably utilize some of it now. I need to fully master this profession to at least become a Great Warrior. But that's enough."

Unlike the classic Oath Knights who gradually became "Holy Power Batteries/Resistance Armor", the "Aiselin Warrior" is a pure combat class. Even at only the first tier, it can still provide quite useful combat abilities and is very practical.

Rean could feel a significant improvement in his overall combat strength. In particular, this profession had taken into account the need for multi-skilled talents from the beginning, which might also help improve Rean's overall professional abilities.

"Hela, come and test your skills as a true hero!"

Rean slowly walked into the courtyard. This time, the Sword of the Warrior finally emitted the faint red light that it was meant to have.

This time, it is a true hero and his hero's sword.
"Well, that's great."

Ten minutes later, Hela said this. If she hadn't been standing and Rean hadn't been lying down, he would have believed it.

"Heh, I almost believed it."

"No, you've made me feel a sense of crisis, and I must deal with it with all my might."

As he spoke, Hera reached out and tried to pull Rean up.
"Snap!" But suddenly, she let go.

"what?"

Rean lay back down, completely bewildered, but when he looked up, he saw a profile.

She seemed embarrassed to look at herself, which was extremely rare for Hela, who was usually very outgoing.

"Sorry. You two look so alike, I accidentally overlapped." The girl felt a little uneasy and ashamed, but not at that moment; she really had mistaken Rean for Lex.

There's no way around it; the two of them have the same face, and their souls perceive things in a way that's too similar.

Rean himself didn't care. In his opinion, they were truly sisters, even sharing this flaw.

It will get better naturally after a while.

"How about I wear a mask? I'll use the same one as Lex," Rean joked. But then he saw the girl's expression change from surprise to sudden realization, followed by obvious disappointment and dismay.

Wait, you guys really want to see me wear a mask? Do you think I don't look like Lex Luthor enough?!

Rean felt increasingly uneasy. When he was around, you didn't care at all, but once he left, you started to miss him.

"Ugh, that's a bit disgusting. You guys don't know how to have a relationship."

"Rean Sudar!" Accompanying the roar was a sword aura that sealed his mouth.

(End of this chapter)