Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 464 Only Death

Morrigan listened, mesmerized. Although Murphy's explanation contained many words she didn't quite understand, she grasped the overall meaning: the magic network could help gods and believers communicate to obtain more and higher quality faith power!

This is indeed a major pain point for the gods. Communicating with believers can easily create deep believers, even fanatical believers, which is very beneficial for enhancing their divine power. But gods also have their own lives and need to enjoy themselves. Where do they find the time and energy to listen to the trivialities of mortals?

And as Murphy said, granting miracles is really too troublesome. Often, a lot of divine power is spent, but only a tiny bit ends up on the believer, or even just a vague illusion. It is extremely inefficient and has very poor results.

As a result, most deities are no longer willing to respond to prayers, claiming that divine will is unpredictable.

But what if all these problems were solved?

The magic network can help wizards use magic by controlling magical power, similar to divine power. Perhaps the magic network can indeed do these things as it claims.

If that's the case, the Magic Network is even more important than we imagine!

But amidst the excitement, a lingering sense of caution led the goddess to question, "You're not a god, how can you know so much about these things and do such a thing?"

Murphy frowned, as if something unpleasant had been brought up. "Christ God's power is not without reason. And although I was not successfully converted by him, I still glimpsed some of his abilities."

Murphy casually made up a story, attributing the technology to Christ God. After all, as mortal enemies, these gods wouldn't bother to verify it with each other.

Morrigan nodded, acknowledging Murphy's answer.

Then another question came to her mind: "What is the price? Such immense power can't possibly come without a cost."

Murphy smiled. "At least you haven't completely lost your mind. Whether it's communicating with believers or bestowing miracles, you need the divine power of the gods as a foundation. Otherwise, you can't establish a special channel. Therefore, you need to pay some divine power as support, but this is just a tree without roots and won't last long."

"The best way to use the magic network is to invest a portion of divinity into it. This portion of divinity is like the capital for doing business, which will continuously bring high returns to the gods."

……

In a lush, verdant courtyard, Dagda, the king of the gods, accepted the goblet offered by the goddess Morrigan and asked, "How is it?"

"He wasn't lying. The number of believers is increasing, divine power is growing, and even divinity is becoming more refined. I am becoming stronger than ever before, and perhaps... I will soon be even stronger than you."

The goddess smiled, but her eyes held a clear provocation.

Dagda laughed heartily, "If that day ever comes, what if you become the god-king?"

After he finished speaking, he drank the wine in his cup. "Since the magic network is so useful, let him build more of it as soon as possible. Christ God hasn't left yet, and those northern guys are here again. This land is full of invaders. We must become stronger quickly."

"What's wrong? Do you have any concerns?"

The goddess nodded slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "The magic network isn't just for us to use. If others discover its secrets, they can use it too."

"Then kill everyone who knows the secret," Dagda said.

"But we still need those wizards to create more magic nets," Morrigan reminded her.

"Then let's keep them in captivity."

Morrigan nodded, which was also her original thought. "There's another point. I don't trust Merlin. He created the magic network himself, and he might have left more arrangements in it. Besides, with him around, those wizards might not listen to us."

"Get rid of him!" Dagda said. "Isn't he teaching those wizards how to build magic nets? Once he's taught them, he'll be useless. Kill him."

……

Murphy sat on a rock somewhere on the mountaintop, with thirteen disciples standing in front of him.

"Remember, the magic net is your means of survival, and knowledge is the foundation of your existence."

"As long as you still possess the technology to build the magic network, the gods can only try to win you over. They may imprison you, enslave you, and keep you under their control, but they will not kill you. Only by surviving can we talk about anything else, and the magic network will grant you the right to live."

"But don't just exist."

"Go explore, go learn, go train. I have taught you how to use the magic network. I have also stored enough knowledge in the magic network to master the techniques that the gods disdain to master, to learn the knowledge that the gods are impatient to learn, and then use them to strengthen yourselves."

"Relying on external things cannot last. But you can internalize them and make them your own strength."

Finally, you must leave this place.

"Don't stay in one place. Scatter and go to faraway places. If you need to seek refuge, don't put all your eggs in one basket. There are many gods in this land. If you only entrust yourselves to one side, the other gods will see you as a threat and an enemy. But if you don't join any side, you may gain some freedom."

"Teacher, are you leaving?" a wizard asked.

"The magic network is incredibly complex. As long as I live, the gods will never have peace of mind," Murphy laughed. "So I must die."

How could the gods dare to obediently throw their life-or-death divinity into the magic network without killing themselves, the creators of this magic network?

Only when he is dead will this trap seem like a piece of honey.

After saying that, Murphy looked at one of his disciples and said, "Vivian, you can call them over now."

The witch's face was filled with terror. "No, teacher, I... I didn't..."

"I don't blame you. The power of the gods is too great, and those who are not strong-willed can easily succumb."

Now the wizards understood: Vivian had betrayed her teacher; she knew the gods wanted to kill her teacher and had even tipped them off.

"Vivian! You traitor!" the wizards shouted at the witch.

But Murphy remained calm. "In the future, more traitors will emerge from among you; it's human nature. But don't be intimidated by the darkness ahead, and don't give up hope for the light. Go, take your followers, and leave this place. They are coming soon."

"Teacher, I won't leave, I want to stay and help you!" a wizard shouted.

Murphy smiled. "Let's preserve our usefulness and wait for the right time."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and vortexes of spatial distortion appeared around the group, engulfing them and then teleporting them away.

On the other side, Vivian suddenly clutched her head and let out a miserable howl, as if something was drilling into her mind.

A moment later, her wailing stopped, and the witch stood up with blood streaming from her eyes. Then, several more powerful auras gathered from all directions, and a cauldron-like object descended from the sky, trapping Murphy in the center.

The witch spoke in Morrigan's voice, "Since you knew we were going to kill you, why didn't you run away?"

"Escape? Where to escape to? How long to escape to? And why escape at all?"

Murphy smiled and said, "Although I was prepared to die in battle, I never said I would surrender."

"Gentlemen, are you prepared to die with me?"

(End of this chapter)