I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 104 Can I get a different tentacle?

As the water gradually calmed down, Murphy strangely noticed a large square box suddenly appearing on the shore of the dock.

Murphy became interested and jumped off the ship, shaking the ground. Then, loud noises followed with each step he took.

Murphy sprinted straight to the large box and yanked it open.

Inside, crouched a short, hunched-over missionary with disheveled white hair and a face so aged it was almost inhuman.

And an unidentified monster that was cylindrical, with tentacles growing at the bottom and some wings and eyeballs growing at the top.

The rest were things that looked like human skin.

Murphy looked at the two things, especially at the strange-looking creature, and was momentarily surprised. Then he narrowed his eyes and examined it carefully with great interest.

Murphy: (·—·)

But while Murphy was so interested, the missionary looked completely dead.

He never expected that this year's flood season would come so suddenly.

No? Is that really the flood season?

They had just come down from upstream, and the water from upstream hadn't come yet. Where did the water from downstream come from?

Has the operation been exposed?

The missionary sighed; his strength was not particularly great.

Or rather, among this group of people who once believed in the god of justice, those who survived and became powerful were subjected to severe surveillance.

Therefore, only insignificant minor characters like him could spend so much time.

They infiltrated so gradually that they even took over the divine messenger.

It has taken so long, and we are only just getting started!

But it all ended at the starting point.

The missionary felt the box vibrating slightly, and a loud thud seemed to be approaching from afar.

His strength was low, and the divine messenger had just arrived. His dying master naturally could not provide the divine messenger and himself with much fighting power.

Judging from those footsteps, it must be the statue of the judge of the court.

The old missionary slowly stood up and looked around at his fellow missionaries who had used some of their strength to resist the water element and prevent the box from being blown open, but who had been driven away and were now just empty shells.

I let out another long sigh. What a cruel twist of fate!

As he straightened his clothes, he looked toward the source of the tremor.

A sense of irony involuntarily arose in my heart.

This statue of the judge was originally created by believers of the god of justice.

But now it's being used to send off the followers of the god of justice on their final journey—how ridiculous!

However, when he opened the box, he was dumbfounded.

What appeared to be a stone man was inside the box!

The stone figure looked at himself and the divine messenger beside him with a very strange gaze.

The old missionary was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make; he had already prepared himself to face death calmly.

What's going on with this stone man?

Moreover, it didn't seem like a high-level being, except for its somewhat peculiar aura.

It looks like a high-level stone golem, definitely not some kind of judgment statue or anything like that.

The divine messenger beside him wasn't particularly shocked. Although he hadn't descended many times, it had happened at least ten times since someone wanted to revive the God of Justice.

Failure has become the norm for it.

So when the box was opened, it was only with some regret that another loyal believer was about to fall.

When it saw the stone man, the eyeball on its head bulged slightly larger.

There seemed to be a very familiar smell about this stone figure.

It seems to belong to that once most powerful knight of the god —

But didn't that knight head to the ends of the earth and then disappear?

Could it be that this stone man found his inheritance?

However, when its gaze fell on the eyeball next to Murphy, its body suddenly stiffened.

Then, uncertainly, he looked at Murphy more closely.

That's right! So many tentacles—an observer of such a high rank!

Could this stone figure be a gift left behind by the Lord?

The eyeball seemed to understand what the divine messenger was thinking, and it waved its tentacle helplessly.

"No, you can get out of here."

Then its pupils gradually brightened, and a point of light condensed in front of its eyeballs.

It seems about to burst forth.

The messenger knew that his actions were against the rules, and it would be fine if no one caught him.

This was just what an observer of such a high rank saw, even though he and that observer were of the same origin in some respects.

Observers mostly follow the rules and rarely show favoritism.

So when the divine messenger realized that the stone man was not what he had imagined, he simply stood there somewhat disappointed, without making any attempt to resist.

However, the almost impartial observer stopped in his tracks because of a sudden remark from Murphy.

"Hello, Murphy, the craftsman." Murphy introduced himself with interest. Telepathy?!

The messenger realized that the voice was coming from his own head, so he looked at the eyeballs and then at Murphy.

The look in his eyes clearly asked, "You still say this isn't something left behind by the God of Justice?"

The eyeballs didn't bother with the thing, but simply drifted to Murphy's head and watched quietly.

After its eyes were upgraded, its job became simply to observe Murphy.

So if Murphy wasn't interested in the messenger, killing him wouldn't have much of an impact. But since Murphy wanted to communicate, it naturally wouldn't interfere.

The old missionary also discovered Murphy's telepathy and realized its different nature.

If normal telepathy is considered a connection, then this stone man's telepathy is no different from outright robbery.

Theirs uses a sensor, this is just forcibly reading!

And coincidentally, as a just God who needs to judge human nature, He also has the right to bestow similar abilities upon believers!

This isn't some kind of misfortune! It's clearly a blessing ordained by fate!

The old missionary forcibly suppressed his inner excitement and glanced at the messenger beside him out of the corner of his eye.

The messenger seemed to be communicating with something, so the old missionary didn't disturb him but immediately spoke to Murphy.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Murphy. I am just an ordinary missionary from the Vatican's Institute of Education. You can call me Billham."

"Is this your pet?"

Murphy pointed to the divine messenger beside him and asked.

It didn't have any evolutionary ideas until it saw that the divine messenger's body was covered with barbed tentacles.

Suddenly, I had some ideas about appearance.

It was already worried that it didn't have enough hands. If it could grow tentacles all over its body, and all of them could be covered with hands, wouldn't its work efficiency be much higher?

"Oh, no, this is my—friend."

"Hello, esteemed Mr. Stone Man, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Seeing that the observer was ignoring him, the messenger of the gods did not want to make a fool of himself, so he turned to Murphy.

However, Murphy's next sentence was quite unexpected.

"Can I get a different tentacle?"

However, as unexpected as it may have been, the person on the other side seemed like a promising follower of the God of Justice. Being able to establish a relationship with him using just one tentacle was clearly a profitable deal.

Without further ado, it used its other tentacles to pull off one of its own tentacles and handed it to Murphy.