Unholy Player

Chapter 541 Finding a Way to Replenish Life Force

“There is no knowledge that would explain that,” Kaelor answered, casting Henry a brief glance.

It was likely a question only a God could answer, so even the Blood Sect remained in the dark about the truth until they successfully resurrected their God and heard the answers from Him directly.

Still, even without any confirmed information, everyone was free to form theories.

Arvyn, clearly enjoying the topic, shared one of those theories. “I think there was a great war in the past where all the Gods fought among themselves, and only 4 were left behind. Then they reshaped everything, recreating it from the beginning, spread their Paths as the only ones, and became the 4 main Gods.” Henry didn’t find the theory difficult to believe, but it felt too surface-level. It still did not explain Earth’s condition or what role it was supposed to have in that story.

Liora, however, seemed to find the idea believable, or at least intriguing. “What could possibly drive beings of that level to enter such a massive war?”

The answer to that made Henry shift in his scat, the chair giving a faint creak under him.

“Of course, it’s belief,” Arvyn replied casually, as if stating something obvious.

“Gods are Gods because they have their Paths, the ones they created themselves. But a Path cannot exist without believers. The reason the 4 main Gods are the supreme ones right now is because they have the most followers. Meanwhile, the Blood God is a forgotten one, so He needs outside help to be resurrected and regain His power.”

After finishing her words, her gaze moved to Henry, studying him with curiosity and expectation. “Your Path… how many followers does it have?” She asked with the intention of judging how strong their God truly was and how much benefit she could expect from this Path that represented balance. But her question was actually the answer Henry and the researchers had been trying to find for quite some time.

So a God’s power is measured by the number of believers in their Path, Henry thought silently, finally seeing a clear way to help Adyr increase his strength.

They had suspected it before, but now their guess had been confirmed.

What remained was figuring out how Adyr could gain followers faster and more efficiently, a way to replenish his life force more quickly.

While thinking this through, Henry answered her calmly. “A whole realm.”

He said only 3 words, and he wasn’t exaggerating.

There was Earth, an entire realm under their control, waiting to be used as believers. It only needed more support and better marketing.

As long as the 12 City Managers gave the order, declared Adyr a true God to Earth, and initiated new belief system, there would surely be billions who would join this new religion without question.

There were already many groups and fanatics who considered him a God anyway. They were spreading the idea quietly through back channels and across internet platforms, building momentum where official voices had not spoken yet.

“A whole realm?” Arvyn and Kaelor repeated. They didn’t fully grasp what number that represented, but the weight behind the words alone was enough for them to feel its gravity.

The room fell into silence as everyone tried to comprehend the scale of the power being discussed, the air suddenly feeling heavier despite nothing visible changing.

“Enough for today,” Henry decided. His tone stayed polite, even casual. “It was a good talk, but you’ve come a long way. You must be hungry, and you must be tired.”

He rose from his seat and offered a measured warmth. “Get some rest. Try our food. I think you’ll like it.”

He then looked at Kaelor. “While you’re here, I can also try to arrange a meeting with the Creators for you.”

Henry was deliberately trying to keep them in the city, preventing them from returning to the Blood Sect.

This would both allow him to gather more information from them and prevent them from carrying information back.

Knowing there was no advanced technology in the Midlands, he assumed communication there was limited as well. Even if Spark skills existed to compensate, he hoped they would not be as fast or effective as a phone or telegraph.

Kaelor accepted the offer without hesitation, and Arvyn also had no reason to refuse. She had no desire to return anyway.

They had failed to retrieve the treasure they were sent to bring back, and the lightest punishment for that failure was death. Staying away from the Midlands for a while was the best option for her.

Satisfied with their acceptance, Henry turned to Liora and Zephan. “Could I ask you to look after our guests for a while?”

As the strongest forces in the region, entrusting the two Blood Path followers to them was the best choice, at least to keep them under watch.

Zephan and Liora accepted the request, as they had already been thinking the same thing, their expressions making it clear they had no intention of letting the 2 strangers move freely.

The human city was not only the city of their ally and benefactor but also represented the future of their own races. Protecting it, and the people living within it, was a duty they willingly took upon themselves as its guardians.

After leaving the two dangerous guests in the care of Zephan and Liora, Henry arranged additional security via his wristwatch. He made sure their movements would be tracked closely, with special attention on Arvyn.

He then left the headquarters and took the hidden underground route to the research building, where Adyr was still sleeping.

The underground route was quiet compared to the halls above, the lighting steady, and the walls rough and sealed, built for function rather than comfort.

When he emerged from the underground passage into the building, a middle-aged woman in a white lab coat greeted him.

“Mr. Henry.”

She was Dr. Mara, the head researcher of genetic mutation, who had previously been partly responsible for Rhys’s awakening and was now overseeing Adyr’s

body.

Like most researchers, she was usually energetic and high-spirited. Today she looked even more energized, her eyes practically shining.

Henry, already knowing why, asked, “You caught everything?”

The conversations between him and the two Blood Path practitioners had been transmitted in real time as audio recordings to the heads of the research departments. They had been attentively listening and taking notes, capturing every pause and every implication.

Dr. Mara didn’t hold back her delight. “Yes. The era of the old Gods, huh? The history research department is in complete chaos right now.”

The department tasked with researching the histories of both worlds was likely benefiting the most from this new information.

But Henry could tell they weren’t the only ones gaining insights. “What about you? You must have found something as well, right?”

Dr. Mara laughed again. “Naturally. Let’s discuss it in the laboratory.” She spoke quickly and turned to lead him toward the genetic mutation research room, walking with the kind of pace she only used when she felt she was close to a breakthrough.

They walked through the bright, sterile corridors for a while before stopping in front of a large room. Its door was reinforced, and its access panel was slightly scratched from constant use.

As soon as Dr. Mara scanned the card hanging from her neck on the panel, the door opened, and chaotic voices spilled out at once, layered over each other in overlapping arguments and rapid theories.

“They’re trying to build their God a body using a Blood-related treasure. That can’t be random. That has to matter.”

“If we consider the physical body as a container and life force as a kind of source used to wield divine power and share Paths, then we just need to find the main ingredient to replenish that source.”

“Their God is Blood, so Blood is what they’re feeding it with. But what about

balance? Do we have anything even remotely similar, any artifact or resource tied to balance?”

“What if we don’t need a treasure at all? The entire world is filled with things that represent balance. If we can find a way to use that source and convert it into some form of energy…”

Henry was suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd of researchers and the noise created by their high-tension discussions. The room was packed with white coats, tablets, loose papers, and half-written notes on boards and screens.

He had seen battlefields many times, places filled with chaos and deafening sounds of conflict. Strangely, the scene before him felt familiar. The laboratory, filled with people wearing lab coats instead of tactical uniforms, moved with

the same chaos and intensity, each person chasing an answer as if it were a

target.

Dr. Mara, acting like a commander in her own domain, shouted, “Alright. Everyone, tell me what you’ve got so far!”

As her voice echoed through the room, all conversation stopped at once. Every

pair of eyes turned toward the laboratory entrance, only now realizing who had

arrived. Moments later, they rushed toward them, notes in hand, some holding printed pages and others flicking through data on their screens, ready to present the theoretical results they believed were only a step away from a conclusion.