Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 441 The Fat Sheep

"I need to kill a god," Murphy said, looking at Miriam. "Its divine power cannot be too weak, but it also cannot be too strong. Ideally, it should not hold any combat-related divine authority. If possible, it should live in seclusion, so that its death will not disturb the other gods."

"What are your thoughts on such a god?"

Murphy also carried several time converters, but since there was no magic network in the world, driving these time converters would require a huge amount of magical energy. In this world, the only thing he could think of was the gods themselves.

He wants to kill a god, steal his demonic energy to use as a battery, and send himself back to an earlier timeline.

Since he was going to deal with the gods, he needed to at least know how they came to be. Perhaps only by understanding the secrets of their birth could he glean a way to destroy them.

“There are many weak gods,” Miriam said. “Many elves and even goblins may possess a trace of divinity due to human faith.”

Britain has a polytheistic system, and in its mythology, various nameless and strange creatures such as fairies and goddesses also have a certain status. They are like angels in the Christian system, below the gods, but also possess some divinity.

But that's clearly not what Murphy needs.

"The true God's words meet the conditions you described..."

Miriam pondered for a long time, then suddenly seemed to have thought of something. "Perhaps there is indeed a god, possessing immense power, extremely ancient, a true deity, who does not govern combat-related divine duties. More importantly, it lives in seclusion and does not even interact with humans. Even if it dies, it may not attract the attention of other gods."

"Oh?" Murphy's eyes lit up. "Who is it? Where is it?"

……

At dawn, atop the cliff, Miriam pointed to a vast, endless jungle swamp in the distance and said, "There, in the heart of the swamp, there is said to be a huge labyrinth of trees and mud. It's inside that labyrinth. More than ten years ago, a druid visited it."

"As expected, they live in seclusion." Murphy glanced at the misty jungle; such a place was naturally unsuitable for human habitation.

Generally, the power of a deity is positively correlated with the number of believers; the more powerful the deity, the more believers there are.

Therefore, deities would build their own temples and shrines in big cities to receive offerings.

Living in a remote swamp, there are naturally few people to worship it, and logically speaking, such a god is usually very weak.

But the person Murphy is going to visit today is different.

It is so ancient that even the gods find it difficult to explain its origins. At the same time, it is very well-known and holds some niche but stable religious positions.

"Once you enter the swamp, you've entered its territory. Everything around you could be its eyes and ears, so be careful," Miriam warned.

"I suggest you disguise yourself as a druid and proceed along the swamp; this will lower his guard."

Murphy nodded and was about to descend the mountain when suddenly, a thought struck him. He looked at the vultures in the sky, smiled, and said, "Looks like we don't need to go. They've already spotted us."

After saying that, Murphy transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing dozens of kilometers to the center of the swamp. Then, he transformed into a thunderbolt and landed, splitting a giant tree in two and dispelling the dense moisture around him.

Amidst the mist, a garden composed of vines, tree roots, stone pillars, and the skeletons of various creatures came into view.

In the garden, on a huge stone bed, lay a god.

He had his back to Murphy, but you could still tell that he was tall, covered in black hair, had hooves that were bent backwards, and had two huge, curved horns on his head.

Loud snoring came from the other side; the god seemed to still be fast asleep.

Murphy didn't stand on ceremony. A spear of lightning appeared in his hand, and with his immense magical power, countless charges gathered, ionizing the air and gradually compressing it into a plasma shuttle.

He aimed the shuttle at Pan's head and launched it with a thought.

With a "whoosh!" sound, the stone bed was pierced, and the plasma shuttle plunged into the ground dozens of meters deep. The powerful electrical energy spread out, causing the land within a radius of hundreds of meters to sparkle. The nearby swamp was dried up, several giant trees were split in two by the lightning from the ground, and countless shrubs caught fire. In an instant, the beautiful garden became a sea of ​​fire.

But the god was not injured.

Amidst the raging flames, the god had somehow appeared behind him and was now seated on an ancient stone throne.

"Young people are too impulsive. To act so cruelly on the first meeting, do we have some kind of grudge from the past?"

"No enmity, no hatred," Murphy said.

"Or do you think you're far stronger than me and can definitely kill me without getting hurt?"

Murphy smiled. "I'm not that sure."

"In that case, why should we take such a risky approach? Why don't you tell me your wish? Perhaps I can help you in another way." The god had square pupils that looked unfocused, like a blind person, and seemed arrogant and disdainful of everything, making it impossible to read his expression.

"You're much more talkative than I thought," Murphy said. "I thought you didn't really enjoy interacting with people."

"You're mistaken. I was also a musician for a time, and I was a regular at people's banquets."

"Unfortunately, my wish is unlikely to be fulfilled in this way," Murphy said. "Unless you are willing to relinquish all your divine power."

The god was silent for a moment. "Your divine power is so weak, you are only equivalent to a human hero, at best a demigod. A mere demigod dares to presume to seize my power? Do you even know who I am?"

"Pan?"

"Pan, I no longer use that name. Here, I am called Cornunus." As he spoke, the ram's horns on the god's head turned into deer antlers again, and the black hair all over his body gradually disappeared, revealing a strong and burly male body.

Cornunus, the god of forests, animals, and horns.

"Oh? Why would you abandon the name of Pan?" Murphy asked.

Changes in the image and name of deities may represent changes in their divine roles, which relates to the essence of the deities, something Murphy is very interested in.

Cornunos looked slightly uncomfortable. "It happens all the time."

"Before the name Pan? I've heard you're one of the oldest deities. How old?"

“You know quite a lot,” Cornunus seemed somewhat smug. “I have existed since the very beginning of the gods. Those gods who claim to have been born at the beginning of the universe are just boasting.”

"Oh?"

Murphy had some suspicions before that the reason he had traveled back to this point in time was not only because his magic energy was exhausted, but also because this was a crucial moment in the formation of the magic network.

In other words, time travel may also be related to the timeline of the magic source it uses.

He used the magic power of the magic network to rewind time, returning to a time before the magic network was formed.

If what Cornunos said is true, and he truly existed since the beginning of the gods, then could he use his magic to go back to before the gods were born?

"What a coincidence." Murphy's gaze towards Kornunos immediately changed.

Cornunos felt a chill run through him for no apparent reason. He sensed the other party's malice, and many animals gradually gathered around him. His empty eyes stared at Murphy. "Mortal, I warn you, gods are immortal. If you anger me..."

"Oh? I've heard that hundreds of years ago on Paxsey Island, news spread that a god named Pan had died. Could that be you?"

"..."

"An ancient being, possessing immense divine power, yet strangely unskilled in combat..."

"Honestly, you're a sucker."

(End of this chapter)