"Help her out."

The Archbishop, unfazed, waved his hand. He had lost count of how many assistants had fainted today. Without a strong capacity to handle pressure, one simply could not be his assistant.

"..."

As the only surviving assistant, Edgar's mouth twitched a few times but said nothing. He went over to lift the fainted assistant out, quickly returning to help handle the documents.

This instantly skyrocketed his work pressure, and he couldn't help but lament internally:

This damn place doesn't abide by the eight-hour workday!

If given a choice, Edgar would undoubtedly prefer to work under his beloved Mentor, the Court Great Magic Sage of the Warrior Country, Mr. Younka, where at least he could flaunt his title as a disciple and delegate work to others.

But now, he could only think about this because Younka was already dead.

He was crushed by a mysterious red-haired man who emerged from the Sain Dungeon.

The thought of the Sain Dungeon made Edgar grip the documents tightly, almost damaging them and inviting criticism.

If not for that damned Sain Dungeon, I wouldn't have ended up meddling in chores at the Holy Light Church!

And without even overtime pay!

Edgar, full of resentment, shouldered the work of his fallen companion, even casting Acceleration Magic on himself to keep up, instantly turning into a nuclear-powered beast of burden.

If I were still in the Warrior Country, if my teacher were still alive...

He was on the verge of tears.

Since escaping the prison of the Warrior Country, he had been running around chasing Younka's research notes, hoping to find some unique treasures left by his Mentor to strengthen himself, aiming for a grand return of the Dragon King.

More importantly, he sought the experimental site left by Younka's Mentor as mentioned in the notes, as that more ancient magician was far more valuable.

Edgar pursued the footsteps of his Mentor and his Mentor's mentor, collecting many useful items along the way, which greatly advanced his power, and then...

He successfully joined the Holy Light Church and became an unnoticed member of the Archbishop's assistant brigade.

The identity gap was too vast, leaving him utterly unable to adapt, his urge to destroy Sain Dungeon a thousand times overflowing.

But he couldn't leave here yet, at least not now, because Scameroon was where he needed to be.

Edgar's eyes flashed.

The rumored treasure unearthed by the Three Great Religions, one of the reasons cited by the rebel army for their uprising, was doubted as fake by outsiders.

But in reality, it was true.

And that item was connected to Younka's Mentor!

Edgar infiltrated the Holy Light Church to find an opportunity to come into contact with that treasure. For this reason, he could tolerate working without overtime pay, as long as he could achieve his goal!

He originally planned to bide his time, even if it took several years; as long as he could access that treasure, it would be worth it.

However, after the Holy Light Festival, Edgar's thoughts changed. More accurately, he realized he might not need to lie low for years.

"It's time, isn't it?"

The Archbishop, quickly handling documents, suddenly stopped his pen and spoke.

Edgar shuddered, glanced at the starry sky outside the window, and nodded, saying, "Yes, it's time."

"Then go ahead, you don't need to help me anymore," the Archbishop said without lifting his head, then added, "Come back and help once you're done."

Edgar, just feeling relieved, suddenly had a black line on his face again.

On the surface, he was respectful, but internally he was already swearing as he backed out of the office. Before leaving, he took a pure crystal ball from the Archbishop's table and turned to walk outside the church.

The night was already deep; the stars shone brightly in the sky. Tonight was a starry night, likely another time for the Yanor Kingdom's King to provoke the Evil God by hurling bombs at the sky.

This brilliant starlight gave Edgar a trace of courage, preventing him from trembling over what lay ahead as he held the crystal ball tightly, striding toward his destination—the white tower.

The tower where the Pope resided.

Since the Pope began managing church affairs, no one had seen him; apparently, even attendants never entered the tower.

Yet no one found this strange. On the contrary, everyone, including the Archbishop, seemed quite calm about it.

Initially, Edgar thought this was some peculiar habit unique to the Holy Light Church, but once he had direct contact with the Pope, he realized it wasn't a habit at all.

The area around the tower was empty, with no believers lingering, nor any guards stationed. Anyone daring to attack the Pope couldn't be stopped by ordinary guards, and those who could be stopped by guards wouldn't attack the Pope.

Edgar was the only person standing here, and no one would witness his actions.

"The magic left by the teacher is indeed useful..."

He stroked the crystal ball in his arms, infusing it with his magic power. A series of complex Magic Arrays suddenly appeared within, their complexity beyond his control.

Just as the magic array was on the verge of failure, an aura suddenly drifted from the tower, merging into the crystal ball. The gradually chaotic magic array instantly stabilized, and the crystal ball began to change color.

A very familiar scene.

When Younka was alive, he loved to fiddle with his crystal ball in his Magician Tower, an action he used to—

"The Faith concentration in Scameroon is rising." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Edgar saw the signal from the crystal ball and spoke to the air, as if talking to himself.

"It's not directed at any specific God but rather at the generalized concept of 'God'. The Faith concentration has resumed its upward trend. The teaching machine left by the Mentor is indeed effective."

At this point, he couldn't help but show regret.

"It's a pity the teaching machine was never perfected before the Mentor's death, otherwise the ending might not have been so tragic."

"But it's not too late now. We still have hope, right? The Sain Dungeon... this time, we will definitely not let its shadow shroud us again..."

[You're right, my dear child]

A voice resembling a kind father reached his ears, causing Edgar to shiver and bow deeply towards the direction of the tower.

[Keep going, you're doing well]

The benevolent voice made people want to relax, yet the more Edgar listened, the more nervous he became. The dazzling stars above couldn't provide any sense of security.

He almost hallucinated, feeling as though the stars had turned into countless eyes, high in the sky, scrutinizing him, as if trying to discern every nerve of his.

[Do not fear any difficulties, bravely forge ahead, and I will act]

This voice seemed to be infusing him with confidence; indeed, Edgar felt a strength urging him to perk up.

[Now, go, my child]

The fusion of Hypnosis Magic and Revitalization Technique made the spellcasters more invigorated, and the invigorating effect couldn't be easily dispelled. This was a technique pioneered by his Mentor, Younka, that ordinary people couldn't possibly learn.

Yet, Younka had many techniques that were actually learned from older existences, merely claiming them as his own creations.

Edgar took a deep breath, with a voice still trembling from the cold, respectfully addressing the tower:

"Yes, Grandmaster."

The starlight of the cold night restored its calm, and the tower returned to silence.