Translator: La0o9
Birosius’ eyes were filled with insanity, the area where he stood had been greatly altered.
All sorts of strange and unusual creatures had manifested in this place, all of which had one thing in common: they were lacking something. All the humanoid creatures either lacked a pinky finger or half of their tongue.
After Birosius had hunted enough fingers, he was unable to hold himself back from reaching his truth.
Putting the ideas and thoughts that were constantly plaguing his mind into practice, personally acting each of them out and confirming them all bit by bit, only then would his nearly-destroyed irrational mind be eased somewhat.
Birosius was a common serial killer, an ordinary evil cultist, a regular deviant, and an overall regular man with mundane thoughts. Throughout his entire life, the number of books he had read couldn’t have surpassed 10, which was relatively high for a citizen of Lohr.
The massive amount of summoning-related knowledge now filled his head, his soul, and his memories, taking up over half of this storage space.
In the past, his first thoughts when he saw a person would be how old they were and what job they had, the instinct of which would be drawn from his memories.
However, after he was infused with the current knowledge, his first thought after seeing someone would be how much flesh they had, how he could use them as offering for a summoning, how to skin them as quickly as possible, and what results could be expected if he used their diseased-ridden organs during a ritual.
When all of an individual’s memories were replaced by that of a dog, they would have essentially become a dog, at most, this dog would act a bit differently due to their muscle memories.
And Birosius was currently the same. As most of his memories had been filled with knowledge, combined with the subconscious suggestions Negary had implanted in him, Birosius had been induced to become a madman, one that would stop at nothing to practice the ‘truth’ in his head.
Because most of the memories he had were related to summoning rituals and the fact that he had been performing the axle ritual to connect himself to an outer Evil God, his goal naturally became to summon that Evil God into this world.
These outer Evil Gods might not be as powerful as the seven Righteous Gods, but they had surely reached the third stage of release and began to establish their pathways, and the pathway of the Evil God that Birosius was trying to summon surely had something to do with the pinky finger.
In certain circles, the pinky finger represented one’s social capability.
Although it felt redundant to say, the act of socializing was something that no social creature could live without. Through socializing, living beings are able to communicate and exchange information, thus constantly improving themselves.
This outer Evil God believed that only communication could make one powerful, and when social creatures offered up the representation of their social capability to him, he would have already formed a connection with these creatures.
Through this connection, these creatures would relay what they knew to the Evil God. The more they communicated, the more information this Evil God would obtain. In his mind, he would eventually grow to become the grand collective body of information itself.
All he would need to do was work to create an increasingly bigger network of information while also taking in more information in the process.
The moment he collected all information in the universe and integrated it all into himself, he would become one of the strongest entities.
If that was the extent of it, he would not be hailed as an Evil God. Because communication was a mutual process, when this Evil God extracted information from an entity, he would also send information belonging to himself in return. This process was exactly the same as Negary’s infusion of knowledge into Birosius, as the Evil God only conducted the mutual exchange of information without caring whether or not the recipient could actually understand, or even stand that information.
Most of the time, the recipient’s soul would be completely infected by the Evil God’s information, thus turning into an anchor for him in their world.
Naturally, this Evil God was currently still in the process of developing himself, his information network hadn’t grown gigantic, and while his thought process was grand, there were still many problems that needed to be addressed and improved.
Just like how the power of Impurity could eventually represent the power of entropy of the universe, the great potential of the power of information was still nothing but potential.
How to obtain information, how to store them, how to perfectly integrate it all, as well as how to exert their power, each of these was a progressively bigger issue that needed to be resolved.
This Evil God was still in the middle of developing his pathway, so there would be no telling if or when he would veer off his path.
Of course for now, he was still constantly growing his information network and inducting more people into it.
The preparations in the Moon Tree world were nothing but a casual attempt, and so was the formation of the pinky finger cult here. After all, while it was very convenient to send his power into this world thanks to the will of the world being constantly suppressed, this world still had seven powerful owners.
Causing trouble in someone else’s house was very dangerous, especially since any of the seven Gods alone was stronger than he was, and being caught could mean being irreversibly destroyed. For these reasons, while he had made preparations to plunder the Moon Tree world, he would also send in very little of his energy each time in order to prevent his location from being discovered.
Compared to this world, that energy was akin to a rain droplet into an ocean, as long as he didn’t hop around so much that he jumped right in front of the owner, there wouldn’t be any danger.
The reason he had maintained a connection at all was to wait for an opportunity. Since the seven Gods couldn’t always pay all of their attention to this world, he might be able to profit a bit as long as there was ever a chance.
And now, that chance had arrived, which originated from an unassuming pawn that usually didn’t draw too much attention. He had been summoned in no time at all, using a ritual of a considerable level that would allow him to transfer the majority of his power here, then quickly reap the harvest.
After confirming that it wasn’t a trap, he resolutely decided to descend.
Earlier, he had caused a portion of the fingers to mutate into various creatures he had recorded through the manipulation of information, using them to maintain the ritual and ensure that it wouldn’t be interrupted.
Unfortunately, the one hosting the summoning ritual was a single individual who didn’t even prepare enough, only just reaching the bare minimum amount of offering required. If the summoning method hadn’t been so advanced that it allowed him to carry quite a bit of his power over, he might not have responded to this summoning at all.
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Sensing the feedback of the summoning ritual around him, Birosius displayed a smile of insanity. Having personally brought the theories in his mind into reality bit by bit, he only felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
At the same time, a large number of the church’s knights and Night Watchers were attacking this place with reckless abandon, attempting to kill Birosius and interrupt this ritual; because if it succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable, and they would suffer the punishment of God.
When a sheepdog lost a large number of the sheep they were supposed to herd, causing the owner to judge that these sheepdogs were no longer qualified, there would only be a single outcome for them all.
“No one can stop the truth from coming to light, no one!!” Birosius had already completely lost his mind.
At this point, Chromie had also just reached this area, having received a tip of Birosius’ appearance from his informant. He had rushed here as soon as he could, watching the scene with a burning gaze.
Although he didn’t really understand what was going on, he could tell that the church urgently wanted Birosius dead. If he could aid the church to this end, the Farnate family would be cleansed of their shame, he would gain the friendship of the church, thus becoming a man above many in Lohr.
