The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1326 388: Pollution from Chaos_5

Even though it persuaded itself not to care too much about Extraordinary Power, its Divine nature was an existence that surpassed all transcendence.

"Having someone who understands me so well living in my head is indeed unpleasant... So, what's next?" Arist's voice regained its calmness, having decided to listen to what this "self" had to say.

The gray mist seemed very satisfied with his cooperative attitude, rolling more joyfully.

"First, you need to create a 'character' with the potential to be mythologized, then let it deeply root in more people's minds... just like earlier."

"You don't think those scholars like me, do you?" Arist sneered.

The Divine spoke with a cheerful voice.

"You don't need them to like you; fear is also a form of faith. Aren't the demons in Hell using this very principle?"

Arist squinted his eyes slightly and suddenly spoke.

"I have a question."

The twisted gray mist, like his most loyal servant, bowed obediently in the mirror.

"What is your question, my master?"

Ignoring the humble stance, Arist stared sharply at the gray mist in the mirror, speaking in a deliberate tone tinged with jealousy.

"You said the first person you found wasn't me; I'm curious, who was it?"

The Divine let out a light laugh and asked in return, "Is this important?"

"If you find it inconvenient, you don't have to answer," Arist said plainly, as if it were just a casual inquiry.

"It's not inconvenient, but even if I don't say, you can guess the answer, can't you?"

Arist's gaze seemed to penetrate that dim mirror and see the young figure in another tower.

At the same time, a hint of gloom crossed that face.

"Colin?"

"Correct," the Divine responded gently, as if to accommodate his emotions.

Not long ago, it was this very name that provoked the strongest reaction, even needing Arist to suppress its hostility.

Arist was silent for a moment before continuing to speak.

"Then why did you give up?"

"I didn't want to, but..." The voice carried an unusual hint of regret, as if sighing, "A soul can only possess one Divine, just like a soul can only have one personality. Unfortunately, that promising individual's path was claimed ahead of time."

This sentence was like lightning, instantly cutting through all the fog in Arist's mind.

He fell into contemplation, and the rigor and calmness of a scholar on his face gradually turned into a knowing smile.

"I see... No wonder he always does these unnecessary things; he was accumulating Power of Faith, and I underestimated him."

But it can't be helped; who would have thought a Prince of the Imperial would raise the banner of usurping divine authority?

Even though a few mages in the Source Magic School had somewhat grasped that Source Power is equivalent to Power of Faith, it didn't mean they could collect this power from people's faith.

Most of the time, they still needed to rely on the name of Saint Sis to complete this process, as only the Divine could gather the scattered faith of the people.

It was the same for the Nobles.

The pursuit of fame and attracting public attention was an instinct ingrained in them, and also one of the ancestral "paths to sainthood" left to them.

They couldn't become legends on their own, but under the name of Saint Sis, they could.

And Colin's performance undoubtedly fit this point. The Holy Light on him was no less than those devout Priests, and even the Nobles of the Holy City recognized his glory; no one thought he was undermining Saint Sis, only praising him for inheriting his ancestors' glory.

Arist had no doubt that if he spoke out, no one would believe him; rather, they would consider him the heretic, the Madman.

However, the ethereal voice endorsed Arist's insight with appreciation.

"Congratulations on discovering the truth."

Arist's gaze gradually sharpened.

"From whom does his Divine originate?"

"I wouldn't know," the Divine's voice carried a hint of indifferent laziness, "maybe it's my father's old 'friend'."

"Old friend?" Arist's eyebrows furrowed.

The Divine, unexpectedly candid, said directly.

"Yes, I guess it's Novel, who loves scholars researching mysticism, detectives exploring the truth behind the fog... and anyone obsessed with uncovering the truth."

"Chaos."

Arist's voice carried a hint of dread, even if he wasn't aware of it.

Although he had long suspected this possibility, it was far more shocking to confirm it personally.

As a Professor of the Academic State, he naturally understood Chaos, and was well aware of which kind of Chaos scholars were most susceptible to.

However, he wouldn't panic like those forest mice who were frightened by pollution, running around like headless flies, causing unnecessary commotion.

Pollution was just a term.

Any power that Saint Sis was unwilling for His servants to contact could be labeled as pollution and criticized.

This also included the forces from the Demon God.

The demons in Hell used it quite happily, entangled with the Imperial without perishing in the process.

Chaos could certainly be utilized as well.

It's just that those who mastered these powers wouldn't speak of it.

The Divine smiled and said, "That is indeed how you refer to us."