In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Chapter 100 Angel's Blessing

Standing before the stone tablet, looking at the enormous coffin, Wang Yan did not regret his decision.

Although publishing this material as a paper would definitely make him an instant sensation at the Academy of Education, Wang Yan's values ​​made it difficult for him to disturb the peace of such a benevolent person.

"Although I don't believe in the goddess of flowers, your story is wonderful, and the stone tablet you left behind has given me the language of angels. Consider this payment for it."

Wang Yan clasped his hands together in a prayerful gesture: "(Angel's words) May He be forever beautiful, may flowers always bloom, may moonlit nights and feasts never cease!"

As the last syllable fell, the enormous coffin before them trembled slightly, and a strange ray of light flew out from it and entered Wang Yan's body.

"What is this?"

Wang Yan was taken aback and quickly checked his body, but found no discomfort whatsoever.

Even the slight mental fatigue that had appeared due to the exertion of these past few days of exploring the ruins disappeared.

He felt incredibly strong, like he could kill a bull with a single punch, to use a common metaphor in novels.

"It's an angel's blessing."

A familiar voice sounded behind Wang Yan. He turned around abruptly, and sure enough, a little girl with grass-green hair had appeared behind him at some point.

Under Wang Yan's gaze, Naxida slowly walked to the stone tablet, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and seemed to be worshipping the priest.

A few seconds later, she reopened her eyes and looked at Wang Yan: "The language of angels—even in the World Tree, it's not common knowledge."

With the end of the Eternal Age and the Ritual Age, the angels were punished by the Great King of Law, and most of them degenerated into fairy spirits, no longer able to walk on the earth and guide mankind as before. The language of the angels gradually faded from the records of the World Tree.

Without a doubt, angels are born from the faint light emanating from the Great King of Law, and the language of angels is also a language with extraordinary power, especially in this world that has been transformed by the Great King of Law.

Wang Yan remained silent for a moment.

Nasita didn't press further, and continued, "That was an angel's blessing."

Wang Yan looked at her: "Please enlighten me, Goddess of Grass."

He was indeed very curious, as the game before he transmigrated didn't seem to mention anything about angelic blessings.

Even now, his only relevant clue is that on the stone tablet, the priest mentioned that she possessed the blessing of the goddess of flowers.

Considering what just happened, what emerged from the coffin and entered his body was probably the same blessing.

Can blessings be transferred? What kind of blessing is this? Is it a blessing of abundance?

Nasida was unaware of Wang Yan's inner thoughts; she couldn't read Wang Yan's mind.

"In a time long, long ago, before the Seven Gods existed, angels roamed the earth, guiding humanity according to divine principles. Some angels, for various reasons, developed deep connections with certain humans—"

"These angels will then transform their power into blessings and bestow them upon these humans."

"This is the blessing of the angels."

After a slight pause, Nasita, seeing that Wang Yan still looked somewhat confused, continued, "But because the powers of angels are different, the power of their blessings is also different. You'll have to figure that out for yourself."

"However, generally speaking, those who are blessed can obtain a powerful body and a lifespan that is longer than that of ordinary people."

Wang Yan raised an eyebrow: "So, I'm considered an immortal now?"

"Haha, half, I guess." Nasita shook her head with a laugh. "You should be grateful for your kindness. If you forcefully open the coffin, this blessing could turn into a curse."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan was immediately startled: "It can even turn into a curse!"

"Of course, the angel's blessing is based on love. You opened the coffin of the human whom He loves, so that love will naturally turn into hatred towards you." Nasita said with an air of self-righteousness.

Wang Yan thought about it and agreed. This power could be a blessing or a curse, depending entirely on the choices made by those who came after.

Fortunately, his education before his transmigration instilled in him a sound set of values, making him reluctant to disturb the priest's peaceful slumber. Instead, he received a blessing left behind by the priest.

Thank goodness I didn't study archaeology, otherwise I would have been in big trouble if my occupational hazard kicked in.

After internally complaining, Wang Yan looked at Naxida and asked, "Then, Lady Grass God, how should I explore this power?"

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"As I just said, most of the blessings of angels are related to the power they wield. The blessing you receive comes from Marikata, and the direction of your exploration is naturally the domain He controls," Nasita replied.

What domain does Nabu Marikata control?

What are the areas of power of the goddess of flowers?

Wang Yan quickly recalled the answer in his mind.

His symbolic elements and powers include feasts, moonlit nights, and the control of dreams.

"So, this is the direction I want to develop? Dreams are fine, but how do I develop Feast and Moonlit Night? I can't exactly acquire a Moon Power account, can I?"

Wang Yan's lips twitched, it was hard to tell whether she was happy or upset.

Nasita glanced at the stone tablet and coffin again, then said to Wang Yan, "I will inform the instructors that only the upper area of ​​this site will be open. This area will be opened according to your wishes, and no one will disturb you. After you leave, have Farusan and the others close the entrance."

"I'm leaving now." With that, she waved her hand, her figure dissipated, turning into scattered specks of grass elemental light.

This ability to come and go at will is far more amazing than the power of the grass god shown in the game.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Yan looked at the coffin again, staring at it for a few seconds before giving a slight bow: "Since I have received your favor, then—I will add the story of the Flower Mistress to my storybooks for the children."

This time, the coffin remained still; the priest had already entered the earth's veins.

Wang Yan turned around and looked at the flowers around him. After the blessing light left the coffin, the flowers seemed to have withered quite a bit.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Yan tried to recall the feeling of the blessed light entering his body, then stretched out a hand: "(Angel's words) This place should be filled with blooming flowers."

As Wang Yan uttered the last syllable, a warm power surged from his body and began to mobilize the surrounding elemental forces in accordance with his will.

Strands of grass and water elemental energy gathered in the air, transforming into countless emerald green specks of light that gently fell like a light drizzle, slowly seeping into the surrounding flowerbeds.

The flowers, which had been slightly wilted, swayed gently under the nourishment of this vibrant life force. Their petals unfurled, their leaves became brighter, and the entire sea of ​​flowers seemed to be infused with new vitality, exuding an even richer fragrance.

Previously, Wang Yan was like a computer; he had programs installed inside, but he just couldn't run them because he had no power.

Now, the angel's blessing and the angel's language are like connecting him to electricity and providing computing power, so his computer naturally starts running.

It could even be said that as long as Wang Yan knows enough runes, he can achieve a certain degree of power to make his words come true.

Seeing this scene before him, Wang Yan finally couldn't suppress a smile.

Several months have passed since I transmigrated here, and now that I'm a different protagonist, I'm already researching how to ascend to godhood.

And Wang Yan finally possessed a relatively safe extraordinary power.

Although he didn't yet understand the underlying principles, Wang Yan was confident that he would be able to figure out what this angel's blessing was and how to control it.

With a flick of his wrist, the surging elemental power subtly receded, and Wang Yan turned and walked towards the outside world.

Main hall of the ruins.

As soon as Wang Yan stepped out of the cave, he saw Farusan and the other two looking at him with serious expressions.

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated before asking, "W-what's wrong?"

Then he saw the three men reach out and clap their hands together.

"Clap clap clap clap~"

Wang Yan was even more confused: "What's going on? Don't scare me!"

Farusan smiled and said, "Congratulations, my best apprentice! You've passed the first hurdle of your academic career: research or the bottom line!"

"Huh?" Wang Yan was taken aback.

"In the history of the Academy of Sciences, many scholars have encountered a problem: when their research has progressed to a certain point, they encounter situations that they do not want to see."

Al-Hysen's voice was calm: "Some are difficulties, some are choices, and the reasons are varied. They may be due to rules, or they may be due to the moral bottom line of the scholars themselves."

"The scholars made different choices; some chose to abide by the rules and follow their own bottom line, while others chose to touch taboos and break through the bottom line."

"From the perspective of those who came later, we cannot judge the merits of the two approaches."

"But Wang Yan, you are willing to give up the fame and fortune that are about to be yours for the sake of your conscience. You deserve our applause."

Kavi nodded in agreement: "That's right!"

Wang Yan felt a sense of relief and revealed a slightly embarrassed expression: "You scared me. It wasn't that good. On the contrary, you guys helped me for so long, and I just gave up like that—"

There was a hint of apology in his tone; he genuinely felt sorry for the help they had given him.

"Don't worry about it. In the process of helping, we also gained what we wanted. Anyway, we weren't planning on having our names listed as author on the research paper."

Elhesen shook his head: "As for disturbing the slumber of an ancient priest, that's hardly a gain. It's fine to give it up."

"Alright, alright, anyway, this inspection is over. Let's go outside and have a celebration!" Farusan waved her hand and was about to lead the group outside.

Wang Yan quickly said, "Wait, the Grass God just came by and told us to close the cave entrance."

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"Grass God?" Both Farusan and Kavi were taken aback, but Elhesen remained calm.

He seemed to have anticipated that the Grass God might come.

"I see. Then let's close it to avoid disturbing the scholars who come later." Farusan trusted her student and, without asking any questions, immediately took action. She fumbled around on the mechanism in the wall, and with the sound of the mechanism turning, the exposed opening was closed.