Chapter 1126 - 356: True and False Sun God (Part 3)

Nakut trembled all over, his forehead pressing hard against the ground.

"Your humble servant listens to your will."

He reached out his hand, a golden light fell into the old man’s palm. It was a box, with a piece of shimmering crystal fragment embedded at the center.

"This is the ’Eye of the Ra’ fragment." The voice of Ra carried an undeniable majesty, "It will grant you wisdom and power."

The young old man’s eyes welled up with tears, bowing repeatedly.

"I will swear to protect it till death!"

This ancient man called Nakut was obviously duped. Ian couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This script was written way too bluntly, it was like an assignment from a third-rate drama school student. More suspiciously, he noticed when Ra said this, the light and shadow subtly shifted, as if someone was adjusting the angle of magical projection from backstage.

The memory shifted again.

Now Nakut stood in his own home. He trembled as he opened the box given by the God — inside was a blue glass-like fragment, with jagged edges.

Strange patterns adorned its surface.

"Is this the fake Eye of the Ra?" Ian leaned in to examine, his brow furrowed. Even within the memory, he could discern that this so-called "Divine Artifact" was nothing more than ordinary blue glass with simple enchantments. A genuine fragment of the Eye of the Ra would emit unique solar magic fluctuation, as he had read in the Magic History textbook at Hogwarts.

It’s not a fragment of Gods at all, but a kind of low-level magic crystal, just... bearing some residual alchemy, hence indeed possesses some protective and foresight abilities.

Of course.

As Ian previously judged, how effective this clumsy counterfeit could be, no one could guarantee. Ian continued to observe, trying to find more clues.

He saw the old man, after awakening, regarded that pendant as treasure, wore it day and night, even quit his job at the Temple, moved away from his original home, living alone, just to "protect" this so-called "Holy Artifact." His wife couldn’t understand his madness, eventually left him with the child.

His friends gradually distanced from him too.

Nakut began to become paranoid, using all of his assets to "protect the Holy Artifact."

And all of this, was because — a wizard impersonating the Ra.

"In an era of Gods, daring to impersonate the Main God, that wizard must be some kind of Dark Wizard." The following memory fragments attacked Ian like a storm — finally, when the Temple priest declared his so-called "Oracle" was a blasphemous lie, he was expelled from the merchant guild, reduced to a street beggar.

The most heartbreaking was the final memory fragment.

On a rainy night, Nakut curled up in the corner of an abandoned temple, clutching that worthless blue glass, while his old house was being taken over by new owners in the distance.

Strange lights shone through from the window.

"Enough." Ian said softly, feeling a discomfort. He waved his magic wand — in the memory world it still responded to his summoning, thus Ian severed the memory connection. Reality rushed back like a tide. Alley, stench, dim light, and the elderly man sitting slumped opposite, his eyes vacant.

"That’s not the real Eye of the Ra." Ian squatted down, meeting the old man’s gaze, "You were deceived, Mr. Nakut."

Hearing his name, the old man — Nakut — trembled all over, a glimpse of clarity flickered in his eyes. "You... how do you know my name?"

"I saw your memories." Ian confessed, "That ’Ra’ who revealed himself to you is a fake, very likely some Dark Wizard in disguise. Genuine Gods will not demand their followers to squander everything."

Nakut’s lips trembled, murky tears poured from his eyes.

"But... it protected me... showed me the truth..."

He certainly didn’t want to believe this fact.

"I think I know what you saw, just a dream, a meticulously crafted dream for you, with the purpose of letting you indulge in it." Ian’s temple throbbed, using Legilimency didn’t typically cause such discomfort, yet the memories of the other person made him somewhat uneasy.

There surely existed a highly significant reason worth his attention within all this.