My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Human Empire, Imperial Capital: Holy Radiance City.

By this time, the cathedral on the cliff had been leveled.

Those spires, flying buttresses, and stained glass windows, along with centuries-old statues and scriptures, were reduced to rubble.

Only one small courtyard at the very back remains.

That was the residence of Archbishop Losa.

The ruins outside the courtyard wall are still being cleared. Migrant workers are carrying stones, raising dust, and the clanging and banging sounds echo from morning till night.

But it was quiet inside the wall; chickens were pecking at their food, and the vegetable patches were green, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Mo stood on the altar in the courtyard.

That was built by Lothar himself.

It was made from stone slabs salvaged from a church, without runes or crystals, as simple as a country person's trellis for drying grain.

But Losa said it was enough.

"It's just to check the conditions for Saint Awakening, it's not like it's cross-dimensional teleportation, why be so particular?"

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

Yin Xue sat at the stone table in the courtyard, holding a roasted chicken in his hand. He tore off a leg, stuffed it into his mouth, and his cheeks bulged out.

Mianmian lay on the table, hugging another chicken leg, nibbling at it in small bites, her eight compound eyes narrowed into slits.

Lothar stood before the altar, his hands forming a mudra.

A faint white light emanated from her fingertips. The light was weak, like a candle flame that might go out at any moment, but it was very steady.

He was casting a spell, a method of probing destiny that only those of rank above bishop could perform.

There was only one objective: to discover the conditions of Black Sword Saint's awakening.

Zhou Yue's voice came from the black sword, very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing Lothar.

"Saint Jue... I didn't even dare to think about this until I reached level 85. He started preparing at level 77?"

Yin Xue mumbled as he bit into a chicken leg.

"Nonsense. He's in a hurry to get home, he doesn't have time to slowly grind. He can awaken at level 80, he definitely won't drag it out until level 81."

"But the conditions for obtaining a Holy Awakening are random. Some people need to kill specific enemies, some need to collect specific items, and some need to complete certain trials... What if you draw something outrageous..."

"Outrageous?"

Yin Xue glanced at the black sword.

"You think this kid is that outrageous?"

Zhou Yue fell silent.

Yin Xue spat out the bone and tore off a piece of breast meat.

"He even killed the divine messenger and schemed against the dragons. How could he be a level 77? I'm just curious, what exactly were the conditions for his divine awakening that his god granted him?"

"You think it was set up by the gods?"

Zhou Yue asked.

The concepts of Holy Revelation and Holy Awakening have always been vague, with some saying that they are divine restrictions on how heroes can become stronger.

Some say that the Holy Armor of Light was designed based on the experiences of heroes.

Yin Xue said with certainty.

"Otherwise what? Even the Holy Armor of Light was given by the gods, so the second awakening was naturally ordained by the gods. Do you think those guys floating in the sky would let this opportunity slip by?"

Zhou Yue did not speak again.

Yin Xue continued gnawing on the chicken leg.

Mianmian licked the chicken leg bone clean, then stared longingly at the roasted chicken in Yin Xue's hand.

Yin Xue tore off a chicken neck for it.

On the altar, Lothar stopped.

The white light dissipated, and he swayed as if a lot of his strength had been drained.

He steadied himself on the edge of the altar, took a few breaths, and then looked up at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo opened his eyes.

"So? What are the conditions for my Holy Awakening?"

Losa frowned and remained silent for a long time.

"It was the killing of a demigod-level powerhouse."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Zhou Yue's voice exploded first: "What?!"

His voice was so loud that it made the black sword hum.

Mianmian was startled and dropped the chicken leg on the table.

Yin Xue didn't move, but raised an eyebrow and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Zhou Yue didn't care about any of that: "Level 80 killing a demigod?! This condition... this condition is too harsh! Even though Lin Mo fought three demigods before, he now..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone knew what he wanted to say.

With Lin Mo's current strength, he is still a bit short of killing a true demigod.

And he's only level 77.

This is clearly an attempt to prevent Lin Mo from achieving sainthood.

Lin Mo's expression was very serious, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about some very difficult problem.

"This is troublesome."

Lin Mo said.

Zhou Yue swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Sure enough, this kid is scared now.

"Those demigods are all hiding at home, where are we supposed to find them?"

Lin Mo added a sentence.

Zhou Yue's lips twitched.

So you think the problem is not being able to defeat a demigod, but rather not being able to find one?

Yin Xue burst out laughing, almost spitting out a chicken bone.

She wiped her mouth and shrugged.

"What's there to be afraid of? Things will work themselves out. Demigods aren't going to become extinct; they'll appear when the time is right."

She pointed to the roast chicken on the table.

"Let's eat chicken first."

Lin Mo didn't refuse. He jumped down from the altar and sat down at the stone table.

Mianmian immediately pushed the half-eaten chicken leg in front of him and looked at him expectantly.

Lothar sat down opposite him, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it slowly. His face was still a little pale, but much better than before.

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

He Yuan rushed in, holding a thick roster in his hands, panting heavily.

The hem of his robe was covered in construction site dust.

His hair was disheveled by the wind, but his expression was more urgent than ever.

He saw Lin Mo sitting at the stone table eating chicken, and after a moment of surprise, he rushed over immediately.

"Your Majesty! What are you doing here!"

Lin Mo frowned.

"What's up?"

He Yuan held up the roster in his hand and opened the cover.

The images and names of the women inside were revealed.

His voice was urgent and excited, as if he had finally found an outlet for words he had been holding back for a long time.

"Of course! It's a big deal!"

He handed the roster to Lin Mo.

"You are now the emperor, yet your harem is empty! Not a single person is in it! What kind of decorum is this!"

Yin Xue stopped gnawing on the chicken leg.

Mianmian peeked her head out from behind the chicken leg.

Losa's hand, holding the water glass, hung suspended in mid-air.

Lin Mo looked at the roster and remained silent for three seconds.

"That's all?"

He Yuan panicked.

"How can this be 'just this'? Your Majesty, you are the emperor now! An emperor must act like an emperor! An empty harem leads to unrest among the ministers, instability among the people, and ridicule from neighboring countries—"

"He Yuan."

He Yuan shut up.

Lin Mo picked up the roster and flipped through it.

The first page features the portrait of a count's daughter, exquisitely painted, with a small note beside it: "Well-educated and reasonable, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

The second page features the daughter of a general, with the note: highly skilled in martial arts, she once accompanied her father on military campaigns.

The third page features a princess sent by a neighboring country for a marriage alliance, described as having stunning beauty and a gentle, refined personality.

He turned the pages one by one, and He Yuan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Then Lin Mo closed the roster and put it back in He Yuan's hands.

"I have no interest in these things."

Upon hearing this, He Yuan's pupils contracted, as if he had realized something.

After hesitating for a while, it seemed as if he had made a decision.

"It seems my preparations weren't unnecessary."

As he spoke, he took another list out of his ring.

"I also have a roster of men here..."