Genshin Impact: This light novel author doesn't cross the line.

As he spoke, an extremely terrifying pressure emanated from him, firmly locking onto Ueno Chiki.

Ueno Chiki suddenly felt a tremor from the depths of his soul, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

“I understand, Lord Dottore.” He forced a smile, trying to hide his inner fear. “I will make sure my actions do not affect your experiment. After all, I am also eager to witness the results of your experiment.”

Dotole dissipated his oppressive aura, and the air in the room seemed to lighten as well. He looked calmly at Ueno Chiki and said, "You're a smart person, and smart people are the kind of experimental subjects I prefer."

After saying that, Dottore left the room without looking back.

Chiki Ueno, who was left behind, gasped for breath, trying to calm herself down.

After a long while, Ueno Chiki, whose emotions had finally calmed down, slowly sat back down at his desk. He opened a drawer and took out the manuscript of "The Cathedral of Sumeru: The Corruption of the Archbishop".

His eyes were resolute, a cold smile playing on his lips, as he silently thought, "Dottore, you're ruthless, aren't you? Then I'll take my revenge on you in the novel."

"After tearing off his mask of hypocrisy, Archbishop Arza grew increasingly deranged, employing more and more elaborate methods and tricks. Whips, candles, and handcuffs were no longer enough to satisfy his perverse desires; he set his sights on the unexplored forbidden lands of Dotole..."

Chapter 130 Saint Oppenheimer

In the early morning, gentle sunlight streamed through the glass windows, bathing a room filled with a girlish charm.

Farusan woke up in bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and slowly shook off the heavy sleepiness.

Last night, she wrote down what she heard in the square yesterday, and then added her own insights and thoughts.

Although staying up late made her fair and delicate skin a little rough and her complexion not as rosy as before, she felt it was all worth it.

After washing and dressing, Farusan is like a fresh flower, radiating vitality in the morning light.

She wore her favorite plain white tulip dress, the hem swaying gently as she walked towards the Order of the Church with light steps.

Her heart was filled with anticipation.

Oppenheimer's lecture yesterday introduced her to a completely new field of knowledge, but she was still confused by much of it, and she planned to ask him for clarification.

However, when she arrived at the Order of the Church, she found it was different from before, much quieter.

She randomly picked a student and asked them about the situation.

The student's answer stunned her, and the Great Sage Hazard immediately issued a decree to expel Oppenheimer.

Many students and members of the public from the academy went to see him off.

After learning the answer, she immediately ran towards the exit of Sumeru City, as she still had many questions to ask and clarify.

Before long, Farusan arrived at the edge of Sumeru City, and the scene before her eyes shocked her greatly.

She had never seen such a spectacular scene before; the crowds before her were immense, as if all the residents of Sumeru City had gathered here.

The people placed their hands on their hearts, bowed their heads, and solemnly chanted: "Our Lord, the Greatly Benevolent, Auspicious, Wise, and Holy Lord, protects all beings. With our faith, we thank our Lord and pray for the future of our people."

Their voices converged, forming a powerful force that soared into the sky.

At the very front of the procession was Ueno Chiki, dressed in a bright green robe.

He was barefoot, his bare feet touching the ground.

Farusan could clearly see that his feet were cut by the branches and pebbles on the ground, leaving drops of blood.

Just then, someone appeared and explained to the unsuspecting crowd: "When the Great Compassion Tree King descended upon Mount Sumeru, he traversed the entire mountain barefoot, personally experiencing the suffering of the people of Mount Sumeru. Today, the divine messenger, Lord Oppenheimer, has retraced the path of the gods and, having understood suffering, he possesses sufficient wisdom to assist the Little Auspicious Grass King. He is a true saint!"

Farusian stood there, completely dumbfounded.

Yesterday, Oppenheimer was still a gentle and wise scholar in her eyes, whose every word was thought-provoking and whose every sentence was full of wisdom.

However, today, the scholar she admired had suddenly become a saint full of religious connotations, which she found somewhat unbelievable.

Oppenheimer, walking barefoot and chanting with the people, seemed to have truly become a sacred figure.

Farusian hesitated for a moment, unsure how to face this change.

She decided to follow at the back of the group and observe his every move from a distance.

Not far away, a robust young scholar stood alone to the side, coldly watching everything that was happening before him, his eyes revealing a sense of detachment and mockery.

He seemed out of place compared to the devout people.

In Elhesen's mind, it all seemed so absurd and ridiculous.

The scholars of the Church should be the most devout believers of God, constantly pursuing knowledge and exploring truth in the halls of academia.

However, after these scholars acquired a great deal of knowledge, most of them became arrogant and conceited. They began to question the gods, believing that the gods were not unattainable, and even firmly believed that the Little Auspicious Grass King was a failed god.

In contrast, those living at the bottom of society still maintain their devout faith in the gods, pray for their protection, and are grateful for the blessings bestowed upon them.

Compared to the ignorance of the people living at the bottom of society, he detested the arrogance of the Church even more.

“Secretary Elhesen, what did you see?” A cold voice came from behind him.

He didn't turn around, but said calmly, "Grand Disciplinary Officer Seno, are you asking for advice, or are you interrogating a prisoner?"

Seno walked to his side and softened his tone, "Elhesen, you are one of the few truly intelligent people in the Council of the Church. I would like to ask you for guidance."

El-Hysen turned his head slightly to look at Seno, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected the usually arrogant Seno to say such a thing.

After a moment of silence, his attitude changed noticeably, and he began to share some of his deductions.

"The root of it all lies within the Council of the Church. If I'm not mistaken, the Council of the Church is carrying out a secret plan. Oppenheimer's appearance comes at a crucial juncture in this plan."

To ensure the plan was not affected, the great sage Hazard was willing to sacrifice his reputation to expel him.

This involves a great deal of complex issues, even including deities.

Upon hearing this, Seno's face darkened, and his fists clenched tightly. "I will investigate this thoroughly. Anyone who violates the six fundamental sins, even a great sage, will be judged by me."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Elhesen stood there, staring blankly at Ueno Chiki and her followers as they walked away, his expression complex.

In fact, he already had a rough guess in his mind, but this guess was just too crazy. As a scholar from the Order of the Church, he found it hard to accept.

Next, he will use his own methods to verify this hypothesis.

Chapter 131 Yingmei's Arrival

As Yingmei led Paimon out of a cave entrance in the deep rock abyss, the warm and humid air of the rainforest rushed towards them. The surrounding plants were vibrant and lush, their greenness bringing a sense of peace and comfort.

"Phew~, we've finally arrived at Sumeru." Yingmei took a deep breath of the fresh, moist air, every cell in her body was jumping with joy.

She stretched, relaxed her tired body, and admired the rainforest scenery before her, feeling quite pleased with herself.

"I really want to get a good night's sleep here."

"Traveler, we can't relax now. We need to hurry and get to Sumeru City. There's less than a month until the Flower Goddess's birthday festival that we agreed to meet with Qian Shu."

Paimon, fearing her laziness would flare up again, kindly reminded her.

"It's so annoying, Paimon. You're becoming just like Qian Shu, always nagging me all day long. I don't want to do that," Yingmei grumbled unhappily.

That's what they said, but their pace quickened.

As they walked, they saw a young female scholar sitting gracefully on a tree stump under a small tree ahead, her eyes closed. Beside her was an exquisite incense burner, from which wisps of smoke rose, drifting gently in the breeze with a mysterious fragrance.

“Traveler, her state is probably what they call meditation. We shouldn’t disturb her,” Paimon said, judging from his experience.

"That's what I think, let's go." Yingmei took a step forward, ready to leave.

Just then, she smelled a special fragrance, unique and elegant, seemingly a blend of the essence of various flowers and herbs, which made her feel calm and relaxed.

Yingmei suddenly felt her body sink, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her vision gradually blurred. She tried to pull herself together, but to no avail. Finally, everything went black, and she lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a mysterious, dark space.

The space was filled with a strange aura, making it feel both mysterious and sacred. She looked up and saw a towering tree shimmering with pink light occupying the entire space.

This giant tree is so enormous, it seems to reach for the sky, making one feel incredibly small.

Yingmei was dumbfounded; she had never seen such a spectacular sight before.

Then, a series of strange voices rang in her ears, "The world...forgets...me."

These voices sounded like murmurs, yet they were filled with urgency and pleading.

Then, everything went black again, and she lost consciousness once more.

........

The Temple of the Lord, a workshop for creating gods.

As the Great Sage Azar stood before the massive, fully-built mech, his heart surged with emotion.

With just two more steps, he will be able to accomplish this unprecedented feat—creating and controlling gods.

However, behind his back, Dr. Doutore was not as excited as he was.

Instead, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth, seemingly ridiculing Hazard's foolish arrogance.

Hazard turned around and said arrogantly and stiffly, "Dotore, you can leave the Council of the Church now. The final step to godhood does not require your participation."

Dotore seemed to have anticipated Hazard's betrayal, his face beneath the raven mask showing no emotion whatsoever.

"The Order of the Fathers has been around for so many years, yet it remains as corrupt and foolish as ever, no, even more corrupt and foolish than before," he said slowly.

"Hmph! What right do you, someone expelled from the Order of the Church, have to comment on the Order of the Church?" Hazar's tone was full of contempt and disdain.

"Since the Order of the Church doesn't welcome me, I'll take my leave." Dotore didn't say anything more and left the God-Making Workshop directly.

After a while, a researcher approached Hazar and reported to him: "Great Sage Hazar, the first part of the plan, the divine body, has been constructed. The second part is under construction and requires finding a stable dream entity. The third part, the canned knowledge of the gods, is being extracted, but progress is slow."

"What a bunch of useless trash, they can't even do something this simple right. I will personally determine the dream's essence for the second part. For the third part, just give the mercenaries more money; these money-grubbing scum will definitely try to extract the knowledge from the divine jars at all costs," Azar said impatiently.

“However, according to the scholars who extracted knowledge from the divine jars, there is a serious problem in this process,” the researcher said cautiously, while secretly observing Azar’s reaction, afraid that his words would anger him. “They found that if too much knowledge is extracted from the divine jars, it will cause great harm to those mad scholars, and may even threaten their lives.”

Hazard frowned upon hearing this. He looked at the researcher, his cold eyes revealing ruthlessness and cruelty. "The mad scholars, in a sense, are no longer human. They are just a group of living bodies. Do you understand what I mean?"

The researcher felt a chill run down his spine, his body trembling uncontrollably. He said respectfully, "I understand, I'll get on it right away."

Hazard waved to him, signaling him to leave quickly.

The researchers immediately fled the area, not daring to linger for even a moment.

Hazard stood there, gazing intently at the mech's body. In less than a month, he would become the greatest human being in the world.

Even the gods would prostrate themselves at his feet!