From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 88: The Second Godhead Shard

While Pope Mario flew across the Atlantic Ocean, the elite of Luo City clamored to see the Holy Maiden, the Mayan descendants in San Diego searched for sacrificial relics, and the agents in New York hunted the escalating Werewolf calamity, Bai Yang relied on Europe's highly developed transportation network to travel to the northern reaches of the continent.

In Bai Yang's perception, both the second and third Godhead Shards were located on the massive World Island comprising Eurasia and Africa.

Except, one was situated in the south, and the other in the north.

The southern shard was too far away and completely silent. It seemed to be in a dormant state, requiring no immediate attention from Bai Yang.

If even he could not sense it, it was entirely impossible for other gods to do so.

Bai Yang initially suspected that the southern shard might have completely lost its divine attributes, reducing it to a mere crystal whose only quality was its physical existence.

However, the information radiating from this northern Godhead Shard was exceptionally complete and prominent, almost identical to the fragment currently hanging over Carolyn's chest. This implied that... this Godhead Shard had likely been enshrined and worshipped as well?

This sparked Bai Yang's curiosity. Which devout group of believers on this continent had managed to recharge his Godhead?

Or did the Godhead truly possess such a unique, magnetic allure that people could recognize its significance at a single glance and take it home to worship?

Deeply intrigued, Bai Yang continued his journey further north.......

Even during the springtime of May, many cities in Sweden remained gripped by biting, frigid winds.

After all, this was Northern Europe. Situated at a high latitude near the Arctic Ocean, the region would not truly experience warm weather until June. Of course, none of this mattered much to Poxiwaer Nielsen.

He pulled up the collar of his trench coat, doing his best to bury his face and shield it from the biting chill.

Naturally, this was mostly an excuse to hide his features, ensuring no one would recognize him as he walked out of a discount grocery store.

For the typically affluent citizens of Sweden, shopping there was utterly unbearable. They considered it an embarrassing loss of face.

But glancing at his fellow countrymen in similar predicaments, Poxiwaer let out a heavy sigh. "Alas... how did our country end up like this?"

This was the outskirts of the city, the designated residential area for local poor people like themselves.

In a welfare state like Sweden, characterized by generous subsidies and endless grants, the concept of poor people shouldn't have existed. Yet now, not only did the term exist, but it had shockingly become the norm.

After all, the government had to redirect its funds to those starving and desperate refugees!

"Heh!" Poxiwaer let out a cold sneer at the thought. Weren't the refugees the exact reason people like him had fallen into such dire straits?

Those subsidies and welfare checks were clearly meant by the government for its own citizens, but they had effectively been repurposed as refugee benefits!

The refugees moved into the city centers while the locals were pushed to the suburbs. The refugees received free guarantees for living, while the citizens had to pay out of their own pockets.

Furthermore, to better subsidize these newcomers, the politicians continued to hike up taxes, driving an already overburdened populace deeper into poverty and misery...

Shaking off his dark thoughts, Poxiwaer carried his groceries to his car. Only after confirming that his windows hadn't been smashed did he carefully navigate through a chaotic neighborhood and head toward home.

Although he constantly cursed the government and the refugees in his heart and under his breath, as the head of the household, he still had to rely on his meager salary and work diligently to feed his family.

Honk! Honk! After sounding the horn twice, Poxiwaer parked in his garage and walked to the trunk to grab his items. However, even as he pulled out all the grocery bags, the familiar voices he expected to hear remained absent!

This caused Poxiwaer's heart to instantly leap into his throat!

He had two young girls at home—his daughters. Every time he returned from shopping and honked the horn, they would happily run out to help him carry his things.

Yet now, he had been standing in the garage for five minutes. Why hadn't his two children come out yet?

A cold dread washed over Poxiwaer. He immediately ducked back into the driver's seat and grabbed his pistol. He was a licensed gun owner, and this firearm was the ultimate safeguard for him and his family!

Clutching his gun, Poxiwaer pushed open the door leading from the garage and cautiously stepped into the house. The sight of the wide-open front door and the completely ransacked living room made him tremble violently. "How... how could this be..." he muttered through gritted teeth, a wave of unbearable sorrow and despair washing over him.

He had heard rumors before that certain refugees and gang members were committing home invasions, but he never imagined such a nightmare would fall upon him so soon!

There were only three women in his home, and their city, Malmö, was notoriously famous for rape and robbery!

If anything terrible had happened to his wife and daughters, Poxiwaer didn't know what meaning his life would have left...

Creak! The old wooden door let out a harsh groan as Poxiwaer charged through with his gun raised, aiming at the intruder in front of him!

Someone had indeed broken into his home. It was a remarkably heavily-built man of African descent.

However, this massive man was currently frozen solid in place by thick white frost, turned into a lifelike ice sculpture!

This left Poxiwaer in a state of absolute shock. He stared intently at the intruder's hand, noticing that it was just barely touching an ice-blue crystal.

Poxiwaer immediately recognized this crystal. It was the object he had brought back over half a month ago—a meteorite that had fallen from the sky, pierced through a glacier, and landed right in front of him.

His wife stubbornly believed that this meteorite was a divine gift from Odin. She had placed it in this room, offering daily sacrifices, tributes, and prayers to it.

Although such practices seemed incredibly bizarre in a predominantly Christian nation, Poxiwaer hadn't thought much of it. After all, there was no official law stating that one couldn't believe in the Norse Gods or worship Odin, right?

But looking at the situation now, had his normally eccentric wife actually been right?

Was this truly a gift from Odin?

"Dad?" Right at that moment, a familiar voice rescued Poxiwaer from his swirling thoughts.

Poxiwaer turned his head toward the back of the house and saw his youngest daughter slowly stepping out from an inner room. Behind her were two other women, one older and one younger—his wife and his eldest daughter.

"You're all right? Thank goodness! If anything had happened to you, I don't know how I could have gone on living!" Poxiwaer exclaimed, letting out a massive sigh of relief as he rushed forward to embrace his family.

Fortunately, his worst nightmares had not come to pass; it was merely a false alarm.

The family of four held each other tightly. Once the initial tension and anxiety had faded, Poxiwaer finally turned to question his wife. "Darling, what exactly happened here? Can you tell me?"

"Hmph! He got lucky and was instantly frozen the moment he stepped in. Otherwise, I would have split his skull open with my axe!" the woman declared loudly, flexing muscles that looked as though they had been chiseled from stone.

Poxiwaer's wife was named Fuleisha Karsen, an authentic Nordic woman. With a dress on, she looked like an ordinary housewife, but beneath that domestic facade, she was formerly the ferocious female leader of a Viking island performance troupe!

"That's true..." Poxiwaer nodded. He had been so blinded by panic and concern that he completely forgot who he was dealing with.

His wife was no delicate flower. She was a fierce warrior who used to perform Viking war dances on stage while wearing heavy armor and wielding a battle axe!

Though she might be somewhat mentally unstable these days, her physical strength remained formidable.

"Wow! Mommy is so cool!" their youngest daughter cheered, bringing a knowing smile to both adults' faces.

Meanwhile, standing invisibly beside them, Bai Yang touched the solid frost with a look of utter amazement on his face. "Whoa... a natural-born spiritual empath? To think such transcendent talent actually exists in our world!"

"Your Crown, this is not a transcendent talent, just an ordinary mortal one!" Alvin corrected. "What is truly transcendent is your power! After you gradually layered God Power onto the Godhead, the power of lies has gained the mighty ability to propagate transcendence!"

Bai Yang nodded, his gaze fixed on the glowing blue crystal. "Under our influence, the progression of supernatural events in this world has accelerated. Thus, this Godhead Shard has also acquired some extraordinary abilities!"

"Excellent. I quite like this kind of proactive initiative!"