e-booksonline Chapter 18 Marching Towards the Gods
Chapter 18 Marching Towards the Gods
Name: Ronan Jonas
Race: Human male
"Profession": Level 3 Immortal Cultivator (1035XP/2700XP)
"Cultivation Realm": Seventh Level of Qi Refining
--property--
【Power 19】
【Agility 18】
[Body Condition 19]
[Intelligence Level 15]
【Perception 10】
【Charm 21】
His attribute value is finally close to 20 points.
20 attribute points is the limit for humans.
After 20 PM, it's time to step into legend and godhood.
When an attribute reaches a value of 20, a qualitative change will occur.
such as--
Once your strength reaches 20 points, you'll be the most famous strongman in the area, and you'll be able to win every arm-wrestling match against orcs in the tavern.
When your constitution reaches 20 points, you have the Troll constitution, which grants you astonishing resilience and recovery, and the ability to regenerate severed limbs.
That's why, once the attribute value approached 20, the rate of improvement slowed down.
Because every point he increases in his attribute value is a step closer to becoming a god.
The Heavenly Book contains cultivation techniques for immortality. Clearly, if he continues to cultivate, he will eventually be able to rival the gods.
However, unlike most gods in this world, he did not enjoy inciting his followers to fight with the followers of other gods.
Some deities even go to great lengths to personally descend to the material world to fight on their behalf.
He was peaceful by nature and only wanted to live as he pleased after gaining great strength and a long life.
"Coo coo coo..."
At this thought, Ronan's stomach rumbled.
As his physical fitness improved, his digestive ability also became stronger, and he not only ate more, but also got hungry quickly.
Although the "Heavenly Book" contains the "Art of Abstaining from Grains," he doesn't need to practice it if he wants to enjoy delicious food.
Immediately, he planned to go to the Elf Song Tavern, order a few of his favorite dishes, and a few glasses of fragrant mead.
While you're at it, check if there are any missions available.
Further training and improvement will require a large amount of money.
Besides buying medicinal plants, he also wanted to raise money to buy materials to refine elixirs, make magical artifacts, and set up magic arrays, etc., according to the knowledge imparted to him by the "Heavenly Book".
In the past two months, no one has invited him to take on any more tasks.
It's unclear whether the cold weather deterred the adventurer or whether his earlier refusal chilled the hearts of his friends.
Ronan walked toward the Elf Song Tavern, lost in thought.
Before even reaching the Elf Song Tavern, one could hear songs emanating from within.
As you step through the door, the rich aroma of malt and the warmth of the gathering crowd greet you, along with a large chorus.
The adventurers in the tavern—humans, dwarves, halflings, orcs, goblins…—stood arm in arm, reeking of alcohol, and sang loudly:
The fire consumed the last damp pine log.
The howling of the north wind through the crack in the door became muffled.
The dormant ale barrels in the cellar began to rumble.
Like the thunder and drums awakening in our hearts.
Put away the twenty-sided dice and the heartbreaking past.
Use the polished silver coin to clear the proprietress's account.
Look! The dripping icicles from the eaves are pointing towards the road.
Set out! Traverse the mountain paths where the snow has melted, slay the dragons huddled in their lair, and let your fame resound throughout the entire continent of Faerûn!
Their singing wasn't particularly melodious, but it was rugged, primal, and sincere, deeply moving.
After listening to this song, it's hard not to feel the urge to embark on adventures throughout the Forgotten Realms.
Which adventurer wouldn't want to traverse the entire continent of Faerûn, and even leave their mark on every plane of existence, like the legendary mage Elminster?
However, most adventurers lack the talent and luck of this legendary mage, leaving their bones to rot in dragon caves piled high with corpses, in forests teeming with monsters, and in desolate graves haunted by the undead...
Ronan went to the bar and ordered a Baldur's Gate seafood paella, a braised beef in Ampull, a Holmlet golden roasted turkey, and a glass of mead.
Before long, the dishes and wine were served.
The Ampere braised beef is served on a large plate, with half-inch thick slices of beef drizzled with a carefully prepared, wine-scented sauce and sprinkled with onions, black pepper and parsley.
The golden roasted turkey from Holmlet was fresh out of the oven, steaming hot in the winter air, and the tavern owner, the half-elf Ellis, had thoughtfully provided it with sauce and filling.
The mead was served in a wooden cup that was almost the size of a human head, nearly overflowing.
Ronan picked up his knife and fork and immediately began to eat.
Just as he was finishing his meal, someone approached him and said, "Friend, it's been a long time."
He possesses divine light within his brow, and when he releases this light, it reveals the shapes of the surrounding objects.
Just then, he realized that an obese person was walking towards him.
Just from his physique, he knew that the man approaching was Reverend Cuthbert of Woking.
Ronan turned and greeted Cuthbert, then asked, "Friend, didn't you go to Water Deeps?"
A few months ago, while he was cultivating, this priest, Woking, found him and invited him to join a caravan heading to Waterdeep, offering 3000 gold coins per adventurer.
If Cuthbert successfully reaches Waterdeep, he should spend the winter there.
Upon hearing Ronan's question, Cuthbert gritted his teeth and said, "Back then, a priest named Shar came to apply for the job, and the caravan let him take my place."
"That wretched Shar!"
In this world, whenever people talk about evil gods, they think of "Lady of the Night, Shar".
Shar is one of the oldest gods in the world.
The oldest and most supreme god in this world is naturally the god above gods, [Aio].
Shar and her sister Serene were born after Io.
Serene is the original light of this world.
Shar is the primordial darkness of this world.
The two sisters were originally at peace.
But when Serene ignited the sun and brought warmth to the earth, Shar turned against her sister.
From then on, the two sisters began an endless struggle.
Many gods were born as a result.
The first generation of the goddess of magic, Mysriel, was born from the energy fragments that emerged from the battle between the two sisters.
The essence of Shar is darkness and destruction, utter nothingness before time began to flow.
He desperately longed to return to the tranquility and nothingness of the beginning, and therefore secretly plotted to destroy all civilizations and order.
Shar has divine roles such as secrecy, loss, and oblivion. His followers, known as "judges of the night," are always required to work secretly under his guidance to destroy all governments and bring everything into chaos.
Therefore, compared to Serene's kindness, Shar did not have a good reputation.
Most people would avoid encountering a follower of Sharia.
"That caravan was foolish to invite Priest Shar to join them, even though they knew he was more skilled in magic than I was!"
After venting his frustrations for a while, Cuthbert said, "Friend, alright, let's not dwell on the past. It's great to meet you here. I've accepted a mission, and I'm waiting for you to join!"
Ronan then asked what the mission was, and Cuthbert explained the mission details.
It turned out that an alchemist from Baldur's Gate had commissioned him to harvest a medicinal plant called "Silver Leaf Thistle".