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A month later.
Just as everything seemed to settle down, a terrifying monster suddenly emerged from the depths, only to be slaughtered in an instant. At that moment, a force known as the Source Cult quietly appeared in Storm Harbor.
Shockingly, the influence of this organization surged uncontrollably, expanding rapidly as if there were no limits. In the blink of an eye, it spread throughout Storm Harbor and most of Farn County fell under its sway.
This organization preached the origin of all things, promoting ideals of light, freedom, order, and justice.
The once-disparate thugs, underground gangs, and criminals in Storm Harbor mostly converted to this cult, embracing the baptism of the Source of All Things and becoming its most loyal followers.
Even more astonishingly, it was said that this cult possessed miraculous abilities, healing countless individuals afflicted with severe illnesses and transforming their bodies into something far beyond that of ordinary warriors.
They could leap over ten meters!
They could punch through walls!
Their speed was like that of galloping horses!
They were immune to all diseases!
The followers, who were once ordinary people or at most low-level warriors, experienced a terrifying increase in combat power—multiplying by several times or even dozens of times after joining the cult and undergoing its baptism!
In no time at all, a force composed of common thugs and impoverished individuals found its members far stronger than regular troops, with some even rivaling the Ultimate Warrior.
As for the more mysterious high-ranking members of the cult, it was rumored that they had received divine favor and possessed terrifying powers that surpassed human limits—capable of single-handedly annihilating an entire legion!
This force flourished throughout Farn County. The once-menacing monsters were systematically hunted down by them, becoming guardians for countless ordinary civilians.
The faith spread rapidly, engulfing one monastery after another as countless people sought to join in hopes of gaining access to this terrifying power.
A mysterious force rose to power in an instant, and some nobles attempted to suppress it, only to find themselves becoming its most loyal members in the blink of an eye.
The terrifying strength, the long lifespan, and the robust constitution that is immune to all diseases—these were irresistible temptations for nobles whose bodies had long been hollowed out by indulgence.
Then, those who initially sought to suppress or even eradicate the Cult became its members, assisting in its spread.
Countless noble merchants secretly donated money and goods, hoping for a chance at baptism.
Even more mysteriously, all who joined became the most devout followers; not a single person betrayed the cause, even when captured by the City Guard.
In Storm Harbor, within the Commoner District, there stood an ordinary tavern.
This place was once a spot for people to pass the time, drinking and boasting.
But now it had become a branch of this mysterious force, where various individuals gathered to exchange information and receive orders for their next tasks.
The last rays of the setting sun streamed into the tavern, illuminating Obot's chiseled face, which bore a heavy sense of weariness, reminiscent of a scholar enjoying a brief moment of peace after wandering through life.
Yet he was originally just an ordinary thug, as unremarkable as they come.
Born into a common family and unwilling to toil at the docks, he fell into a life of crime under the influence of others, living a disordered life filled with extortion, deception, and theft.
It was only with the emergence of the Cult that he discovered the true meaning of life: to spread the light of faith throughout the world!
Unfortunately, he was still just an ordinary cleric, inferior even to the priest responsible for baptisms. He wondered when he would be promoted to become a powerful Bishop.
Obot raised his cup and quietly watched the bustling street outside.
The Source Cult did not prohibit indulgence in food and drink, nor did it require harsh ascetic practices or discourage marriage. It was a sect purely dedicated to the pursuit of the origins of all things and a bright future.
This was one of the reasons he liked it so much; if one possessed great power but could not enjoy it, life would be far too dull.
A sturdy man hurried over, lowering his voice to whisper, "My Lord, the City Guard has captured some of our brothers."
"Oh, don't worry about it. The Source of All Things will protect them; no one can threaten us in Storm Harbor." Obot set down his cup and placed his right hand on his chest, wearing a charming smile.
"My Lord, do you know what mission will be assigned from above?" The man asked with an ingratiating smile.
"Just wait quietly; the Source of All Things is with you!" Obot said without revealing much. In truth, he had no idea what mission might come, but he had long since mastered the art of calm deception.
"The Source of All Things is with you!" The man bowed and left, leaving Obot to continue sipping his drink intermittently.
Obot was somewhat clever; he just hadn't applied his intelligence in the right way.
After receiving the baptism, he felt his mind becoming increasingly agile. Thinking through problems and learning new knowledge became much easier. Now, he was contemplating the events that were unfolding.
As the Cult expanded, conflicts with the City Guard intensified. However, with nobles joining the Cult one after another, a complete outbreak had been avoided, allowing for a semblance of peaceful coexistence.
Moreover, some members of the City Guard had been infiltrated and baptized to become loyal followers.
Yet Obot sensed from casual conversations among some City Guard soldiers that there seemed to be a vast conspiracy targeting the Cult.
Clearly, the lord's mansion would not sit idly by!
Initially, the Cult was small—smaller than those Monasteries—but now it had grown into a formidable force that could not be ignored—no, it was an unstoppable power.
Under the banner of the Mysterious Baptism, this organization had gained terrifying strength capable of directly confronting the City Guard in just a month!
It was almost mythical; if Obot hadn't witnessed it himself, he wouldn't have believed that such a powerful organization could emerge.
However, he felt no fear at all. Instead, he was determined to climb higher, eager to elevate his position by completing more missionary tasks.
The clear hierarchy of positions tempted him to ascend: the novice just starting out, the clerics responsible for grassroots preaching, the priests in charge of baptisms, and the Bishop overseeing all church affairs in Storm Harbor...
The higher-ups assigned tasks to clerics like him to continue spreading the faith and recruit more nobles and City Guards.
After a while, a Burly Man hurried into the tavern, followed closely by the person who had previously questioned Obot.
The Burly Man's face was filled with rage, his muscles bulging and looking particularly fierce.
"What happened, Liton Knight?" Obot asked gently.
The Source Cult was divided internally into two main professional categories: priests and knights. The priests were mentors who nurtured the masses, including clerics responsible for spreading the faith.
Knights served as the combat force of the Cult, tasked with external battles and holding a status equal to that of priests within the organization.
Liton shouted angrily, "Obot, those brothers were captured and thrown into prison! The City Guard refuses to release them!"
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