Low Dimensional Game

“I have to get rid of the! Only, I am the spokesperson of the gods!” Anke Pusuote was plotting to kill Cetisius, while the priests who supported Cetisius were preaching against Anke Pusuote!

One of the priests yelled, “The High Priest should give the position to Cetisius, as Cetisius is the true spokesperson!”

Meanwhile, Anke Pusuote had bought a poison that was made by a wizard, then had a waiter put it in Cetisius’ food! This plan had been meticulously made, and hence, Cetisius did not notice anything unusual about his food when it was brought to him.

However, because Cetisius had been transcribing the scriptures until very late, working straight through his dinner hour, his pet lion ate the food instead! The poison eroded its body, rotting it away entirely.

Cetisius was sad and angry. He knew that if he did not do anything, the heavenly palace’s beliefs would collapse and his dreams would never come true, which Cetisius could not bear to see.

So, he launched a coup against Anke Pusuote. He had the guards in the city of Pusuote replaced by his followers, then killed the leader of the palace guards, thus igniting a cleansing.

In the middle of the night, more killing ensued. In the faint light of the night, bodies fell with piercing screams. Blood flowed through the cracks in the slate and dyed the whole palace red.

“Cetisius, you are so arrogant! You will be punished by the gods!” Among the violent killing spree, a priest took up a sword and roared at Cetisius.

Cetisius led the people all the way into the palace. On the way, many of the underworld priests who had learned the divine incantation fought with the priests of Cetisius, but Cetisius eliminated all of those incantations effortlessly.

All the way up to the gate of the palace, the killing continued. Above it, in the residence of the god’s incarnation, which was the holy place of the divine palace, many statues of the gods stood.

Cetisius stretched out his hand and, with a flashing light, a priest was who was standing in the palace immediately fell. He fell down the ladder and struggled for a long time, then screamed, “You kill your own brothers and sisters! You will be sent to hell to be punished by the most severe laws!”

So far, the whole temple of the sky had fallen completely into the hands of Cetisius. The priest who was part of the conspiracy that failed to poison Cetisius was the guardian of the sacred fire, along with several of his men, now stood in front of Cetisius.

These people all looked at Cetisius with intense hatred. In their views, Cetisius was just a big talker and madman who was willing give up his life to achieve his goals.

They also saw him as being a round peg in a square hole, sticking to his own so-called moral standards. Most people couldn’t keep up with his harsh standards and didn’t agree with his practices and ideas.

“You are just a liar using the name of the gods!” After saying this, a man was immediately beheaded.

The door of the palace was open, and across the tall stone pillars and the white threshold, you could see the copper oil lamps on both sides of the walls gleaming with light. The light illuminated the entire palace, and Anke Pusuote was kneeling in the center of the palace before the god of Randil.

The men who followed Cetisius into the temple were about to come forward, but Cetisius stopped them and waved them out. When the people withdrew, they also closed the thick stone gates of the palace.

With a harsh sound, the hall was closed, isolated it from the outside world. Now, there were only Cetisius and Anke, staring at each other.

As Cetisius walked forward, the sound of footsteps in the silent room was particularly clear and loud. Cetisius walked to the statue next to Anke and looked at it as if he could feel the gods watching.

“Anke Pusuote, are you ashamed of yourself?” Cetisius asked.

Anke Pusuote stopped praying and replied, “Why should I be ashamed? I am the high priest, appointed by the gods. I am the spokesperson of the gods. I am also the apostle who guarded the gods and followed the gods. As the first follower of the gods, I should be the most respected and most recognized. So, after all of my efforts, how could you take what was mine?”

In Anke Pusuote’s view, all of this was what he deserved and Cetisius was the one who had taken it from him. He couldn’t accept this.

Cetisius looked at Anker Pusuote, whose facial muscles were shaking and whose eyes were deep and red. Cetisius suddenly felt so disappointed. He then replied, “I was wrong, as I thought you were like me, a devout believer! But, you are just a businessman. In your eyes, there are only exchanges and interests! You will not fight for faith and salvation! You may be a good businessman, but you are not a qualified high priest and lord!”

He took a breath, then continued. “Anke Pusuote! We are different. I am no longer the humble slave. I have everything, the whole of Pusuote! There will be more in the future, but you are still pursuing ridiculous things. You have become a saint, standing at the feet of the gods, but you still behave like a mouse in a street corner, shortsighted and ridiculous!”

Anke Pusuote did not wait for him to finish talking, but asked with fury, “Why do we have to be like you? Are you a god?”

Cetisius said, “I am the successor of the will of the gods!”

“Hahaha!” Anke Pusuote could only laugh.

At this moment, blood continually flew out of his mouth and he fell onto the ground. Then, after some effort, he finally moved to one side.

Cetisius did not expect this. He watched Anke Pusuote leaning against the feet of the gods, the blood rushing out of his mouth. Anke Pusuote was the spokesperson who was appointed by the gods, so Cetisius was not qualified to kill him. In the end, he could only be placed under house arrest, but he had not expected Anke Psout to make such a choice!

Anker Pusuote looked at Cetisius with a smirk and said, “I… I won’t accept your pity. I am the high priest. Only the gods can judge me. You have no such qualification!”

When Anke Pusuote finished his words, he died, and Cetisius stood still for a long time. Suddenly, he felt that his path was far more difficult than he had at first thought. Facing opposition, killing, and betrayal would accompany his whole life, and Anke was just the first test.

Back in the inner hall of the heavenly palace, a large number of corpses were gathered together, then put into gorgeous coffins, including Anke Pusuote. After all, he would still be buried as the first high priest in the heavenly palace, and this strife would be not mentioned in the history records.

After this civil war, there were only five priests from the underworld left. Cetisius and several priests of the heavenly palace prayed silently with them.

The bonfire was flashing, and they were constantly reading the scriptures in the book of the deceased silently. This strange scene made other people feel a little creepy and panicked.

What their naked eyes couldn’t see was that the awarenesses that had been left by the dead priests’ bodies were dancing around the fire! Under the guidance of the book of the deceased, these floating awarenesses had sensed the place of death in the depths of the earth. They had then passed through a mysterious passage, leaving the world of the living.

They then penetrated into the underworld, and in the projection of the sun of the underworld, they had appeared on the land of the underworld, wearing black robes and holding sickles.

After they came into the underworld, the whole underworld became bigger. In the center of the underworld, there arose a palace of death, the throne of which was still vacant. These priests then entered the palace.

Immediately after the awareness of Anke Pusuote entered the underworld, far away from the vast land of the underworld, at the end of the river, a huge gate of the underworld rose up. At that moment, Anke Pusuote’s awareness became a huge monster that had a sheep’s lower body and a human’s upper body.

It was ten meters tall and had huge tusks and long hair. It also held a huge black fork and guarded the gate of the underworld.

Many years later, it was called the guardian of the gate of the underworld, the soul eater, and sheep Heim. It guarded the gate of the underworld to prevent someone from breaking into or fleeing from the underworld.

It liked to devour souls, and it also liked order, not chaos. So, when an awareness entered the underworld, it must line up with the standards. Otherwise, Heim would pick it up with a giant fork and swallow its soul!

It was said that Heim was extremely greedy. As long as you gave him bribes, you might pass through the gate of the underworld. He was also proud and arrogant, not allowing anyone to say bad things about him. This was also Heim’s weakness.

With the coming of the first group of priests into the underworld, the underworld finally began to function as a well-oiled machine. The expansion of the sun of the underworld immediately made the powerful ghosts who disobeyed rules in the present world feel a strong attraction to it.

These ghosts finally felt the call of the world of death. Some of the weak ghosts couldn’t resist this attraction to the underworld and escaped the present world to come to the underworld.

These muddleheaded ghosts had no memories, only some instincts, but they could still sense danger here. They looked up and saw the towering underworld gate and the soul eater above the black steps.

“Line up or die!” Heim’s voice echoed throughout the underworld.