Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 362 Master and Disciple

"Rean Sudar, I have something to tell you."

Suddenly, the god took the initiative to contact Rean, which was quite rare for this god who was sparse in emotions.

Rean tensed up instantly, even though the battle was still raging. Was there some urgent matter that needed immediate attention? Was an insurmountable enemy already close at hand?

"Final exams are coming up soon, and your grades have dropped again. If this continues, you'll probably have to repeat a year. Even though we're relatives, I can't possibly give you a passing grade."

Rean froze. Was there something wrong with this worldview?

Although each word and character is probably accurate, when put together, they seem completely wrong.

An exam? I failed?! What did they do to me?
"Your synchronization rate and satisfaction level have already slipped to the point of dissolving the fusion state. If you really hit rock bottom, you will definitely lose your position as the Shadow Pope."

Li was completely dumbfounded. You think I failed the exam? But you didn't even set the exam paper.

You won't say what you want, and you won't let me see your memories and dreams to deepen my understanding. I don't even know where to begin guessing, so how can I "please" God?

But what responded to him was a pleasant melody.

I am God, of course it's you, the believer, who should be figuring out His will. Distance brings faith and respect, we can't break the rules.

Yes, it's definitely not about taking this opportunity to mess with Lee Eun-suk or get revenge for being tricked back then.

"Heh, that's not my problem."

Fisterion laughed heartily, as if he were a scoundrel teacher who had deliberately pretended nothing had happened the day before, watching the students play wildly, only to suddenly give them a surprise exam the next day.

Rean wanted to curse, but considering that this "homeroom teacher" was too laid-back, he figured if you dared to curse him, he might just run away beforehand.
"Festerion, give me a hint."

"I am the master of drama and pleasure, need I say more about what I like?"

Rean sighed. If I were good at drama and art, would I need to ask you?

But with the inheritance process likely to end in the next couple of days, Rean will probably have to bite the bullet and increase satisfaction and synchronization rates.

"That's your problem, I'm actually pretty indifferent."

After saying that, the Voice of the Heart completely stopped. This god with a perverse sense of humor was waiting to see Rean make a fool of himself. Rean forced himself to come up with a bad idea, hoping that he could squeeze out a joke to please the god.

"No, he should have left me some room. If he hadn't given me any chance at all, it would have been tasteless. The fact that he stepped in to remind me means there's some potential fun to be had around us."

Rean vaguely sensed that this seemingly normal god was probably not a decent person either.

"But the question is, what's the fun in battling a horde of dinosaurs in a prehistoric wonderland? Are you going to use the scenery to express your feelings and write a poem like 'Brontosaurus, why is your neck so long?' or 'Tyrannosaurus Rex, why are your teeth so long?'"

"Uh, if you really write it down, I'll give you a satisfaction rating." The deity became quite lively.

"Nonsense. If it's not written well, they'll deduct double from my pay. Do they think I'm stupid?"

He had a painful experience before when Rean tried to write a limerick to please the god, but after a harsh evaluation, his satisfaction plummeted.

After repeated attempts, Rean determined that the best way to get along was to never cheat or try to fool anyone.

To the gods, offering trash as sacrifice is clearly disrespectful, and offering artistic works to the god of art while forbidding Rean from plagiarism essentially blocks that path. Perhaps Fisterion wanted to see Rean rack his brains only to be criticized for his incompetence. "This desolate wilderness, you want me to find you some fun?"

Rean was numb. He sighed, drew his sword, and rushed to the front line.

The mercenaries on the front lines are already engaged in battle with the attacking dinosaurs. These carnivorous adult dinosaurs are only a little over three meters tall, agile and highly aggressive, but in this world, they can only be classified as beasts.

It is worth mentioning that they not only did not become extinct, but there are also many subspecies in this world, and even the so-called "dinosaur-beast humans". There is a group of rather barbaric creatures in the underground ruins, which gives Dania a lot of headaches.

"Kill them, use their skin and bones to make works of art, and offer them as sacrifices to our gods!" Rean roared as he charged to the front.

"Damn it! I'm not the God of Blood, I'm the Lord of Art!"

Fisterion immediately launched into a tirade: "Are you mistaken? Do you think I'd be happy about these bone artifacts that are rare elsewhere? Your craftsmanship is awful. No matter how good the materials are, you can only make garbage. I'll deduct your satisfaction rating later!"
The hero is very satisfied; satisfaction increased by 1%, and synchronization rate increased by 2%.

At this moment, not only was Rean numb, but even the heroic spirit Fisterion was numb.

However, looking at the exquisite necklace made of dinosaur teeth around his neck and the wild bone ring on his finger, even Rean could tell the difference between good and bad.

"I never expected this wandering mercenary to have such excellent skills."

Upon hearing that Rean wanted to make art from dinosaur teeth and claws, Miss Emma happily raised her hand to sign up. She completed the hunt at lightning speed and also created this set of jewelry that resembled a wild totem.

"A masterpiece. Give it to me to enchant, and it can sell for three figures in gold coins. Rean, would you like to consider it?" Even Victoria was a little tempted.

It's unclear what secret technique Emma used, but she could sense that part of the "dinosaur soul" was sealed within the ring and necklace. This set of rings and necklaces formed a complete system, resembling a temple to soothe (or trap) the remnant soul.

Victoria wasn't exaggerating. Although she didn't understand what kind of craftsmanship it was, this level of "materials" could be easily "enchanted" and enchanted into quite a nice piece of magical jewelry.

"Really? It's that easy? I've seen those dwarf and gnome craftsmen struggle with gems and enchanted metals for ages before they can even make a passable prototype."

"Ultimately, the prototype of magic jewelry is a 'self-circulating magic flow'; they are simply creating a vessel for magic to be imbued. But if a piece of jewelry is alive itself, even possessing a 'soul,' it can be used with a little enhancement."

Rean didn't understand everything Victoria said, but he knew it was powerful.

"It's a local craft, but it's quite complicated to make, requiring a lot of rituals and preparations."

Emma was too lazy to move and waved her hand to refuse the "get rich together" offer. She then made herself a bone spur ring, which seemed to be surrounded by ghostly figures.

The little incident should have ended there, but Rean urgently needs to increase the synchronization rate of the Heroic Souls; he really has a need for this.

He approached Emma and repeatedly tried to persuade her, but Emma was too lazy to do the work. After thinking for a moment, she looked at Rean and said...

"How about I teach you this skill? It's actually quite simple. You just need to give me some extra money afterwards. Don't be fooled, you won't be able to learn it."

Emma, ​​however, directly refused the offers from the other greedy mercenaries.

But what she said was also the truth; without sufficient "soul" talent, it would be impossible to learn how to make soul jewelry.

“Okay, when we set up camp tonight, you can come to my tent, and I’ll teach you.” Emma’s overly “generous” personality and invitation made Rean a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)