Vandom, a harbor city with a population of nearly 100,000, is a shining pearl on the Star Continent.

This city, located on the dusty wetland plain, has been favored by God. It faces the White Wave Strait, known as the "Golden Road", and has a natural deep-water port. Forty percent of the world's maritime trade has to pass through this city.

This brought endless wealth to Vendom and made the royal family of the Premo, the owner of the city of Vendom, the richest family in the world. None of them, and Vendom itself, in ancient Hebrew, means "a city made of gold."

In this rich city, you can wear smooth silk clothes transported from the distant eastern continent across the endless sea, use whale oil from the cold polar regions of the north, equip the magical weapons made by dwarves hidden deep in caves in mountains, and even buy beautiful female slaves from all races on the black market!

Here, you can get everything and you can enjoy everything, but only if: you have to have gold coins in your pocket.

Unfortunately, our protagonist, an orphan who was abandoned since childhood and didn't know which textile worker he crawled out of the belly of a textile worker, had no gold coins in his pocket. In his fifteen years of life, he had never seen that yellow thing at all.

He now has only twenty silver coins in all his property, and this "huge sum" is being held tightly in his hand, and he is so tight that he is sweating.

In order to raise the money, Rowlin (to be precise, it should be the one that Rowlin used to be, now it is no longer, at least the soul is not) sold his only real estate - his adoptive father, the down-and-out veteran, and the only residence left to him by the drunkard Ams, a wooden house with almost no difference between the open air. He used his own freedom as collateral to borrow usury from Malfoy, the thief leader who specialized in loan sharks in the old city. He lost all his money and paid for everything for the rest of his life.

The reason for doing this is because his adoptive father was dying of illness, and his decadent life of drinking and decadent life completely destroyed his body. Cheap herbal prescriptions have completely ineffective on him. Even if it can relieve the pain, it is impossible. Only the magic of the temple priest can save him.

Now, Rollin, who is carrying a "huge sum of money", is outside Helien Church in the old town, hesitating whether to go in.

If it were a moment ago, Rollin would never have such hesitation. He would have tried his best to save his adoptive father, because he was his only relative. But now, he is no longer the original Rollin. His soul comes from another world, a place called Earth.

There, now this world is just a super large holographic game called "The Ancient Gods".

The character he used was a powerful samurai with a level of 81 and a level of promotion to the legendary realm. He was collecting herbs everywhere in the dangerous Yueqi swamp to refine the potion of the "Dragon Slaying Power". But the next moment, after traveling through a darkness, he became such a thin, almost skinny boy.

When he just traveled here, Luo Lin even thought that he was still in the game, and his strange state was just because of a bug in the game.

But in the next hour, the surrounding environment showed far more details than Earth's game technology. The real and fake details were difficult to distinguish between true and false. The memories of Luo Lin in his mind reminded him that things might not be that simple. He should have traveled through time, and his soul traveled to a world similar to the game "Ancient Gods".

Otherwise, as a veteran player with a ten-year gaming career, he would not be able to find the button "Exit Game".

After realizing this, Rollin felt a little difficult to accept, but soon he figured it out that no matter whether he accepted it or not, things were already like this. Since he was still alive now, neither anger nor panic could solve the problem and could only face it rationally.

"Sacrifice everything to save your adoptive father, the original owner of this body is a kind and righteous person." Luo Lin thought to himself that if this adoptive father was really a good person, then he would not hesitate. He would definitely fulfill the young man's last wish to save people.

But the problem is that this alcoholic named Ames is a complete old bastard. He certainly raised Rollin, but only ten years old, and things came back to the next five years.

The old alcoholic Ams was cheated of all money by a woman. He was completely depressed. He drank all day and even beat people up for nothing. What’s more important is that over the years, his alcohol, meals, clothes, and all expenses were earned by Rollin’s odd jobs at the dock. This old guy was raised by a child and was raised for six years!

In Luo Lin's opinion, no matter how much kindness is, it will be enough to repay six years. This old bastard is not worthy of the freedom of the boy for the rest of his life.

Because if he used this money to find a pastor to save people, he would definitely not be able to pay the loan shark, and he would become a slave to Malfoy and lose everything.

Rollin wanted to turn around and leave, allowing the nominal adoptive father to die, but there was an extremely strong thought in his mind that kept shouting.

‘Save him, save him, save Arms.’ The boy’s obsession recalled in Rollin’s head, which was extremely strong. Even though it had been more than an hour since possession, it still had not dissipated.

It was this idea that during this hour, he kept urging Rollin to the entrance of the church, making him unable to turn around and leave with a hard heart.

After struggling for a while, Rollin sighed and finally stepped into Hellion Church.

I have to say that this world is really similar to the "Ancient Gods" game. For example, this church also exists in the game, but it is not so real.

"No matter what, I have taken over your body. Since this is your last wish, I will help you complete it." Luo Lin said in his heart. As for the usury in the future, can he, a living person, be forced to death by this? There will always be a solution.

It was strange that as soon as he made a decision, the obsession in his mind calmed down a lot.

After entering the church, Rolling saw a pastor. When he saw his face, all the memories of the boy about this man appeared in his mind: 'Cornward, a noble pastor.'

Rollin was surprised because he knew this Cornward, to be precise, he remembered the name! He once did a quest line about the Cornward Pastor.

At the beginning of the mission, Cornward was just a very ordinary low-level priest, a bit arrogant and greedy for money. However, in the orc invasion frenzy, Cornward escaped from the destroyed Vandom for a lifetime, and rescued hundreds of civilians. He was reborn in the fire during this escape.

Then, Cornward joined the army and became a combat priest. With the support of a series of good luck and talents, when Rolling traveled to this world, the guy had been promoted to several Archbishops of Holy Light in the world and became an important leader in the fight against the Legion of Destruction!

Rollin didn't expect to meet him here... Wait, orcs invade? The striker of the Legion of Destruction? Wandome was destroyed?

The history of "The Ancient Gods" continued to appear in Luo Lin's mind, and he was stunned for a moment.

The time point he traveled through time seemed a bit subtle. Wandome, who had been destroyed by orcs, was still in front of him. Cornward was just an ordinary low-level priest... Wait, he had to determine whether this Cornward had the same personality as in the game.

If they have the same personality, does that mean that everything that happens in the game will happen here? Thinking of the terrible scene where orcs swept over like a tsunami, wherever they pass, Luo Lin couldn't help but feel cold.

I hope... I hope this is not the ancient world of gods with many disasters.

At this time, Cornward also found Rollin. He walked up and said lightly: "Hey, little guy, today is not Enjiri, the church will not give rice porridge."

Sure enough, he still had a little arrogant. He regarded the worn-out Rollin as a homeless man who came to seek alms.

Rollin walked up and whispered: "Pastor, I am here to save people. Good luck, save my adoptive father, he is very sick."

The thin and short boy looked humble and his tone was also very fast, but Cornward always felt that the boy was not as anxious as he appeared, and seemed to be secretly observing him.

This may be an illusion. What kind of scheming can such a little guy have?

Cornward was tall. At this moment, he looked down at Rollin and said calmly: "Although God is kind, divine art is very precious. Only a sufficiently devout believer can enjoy divine art."

This is because the church priest releases a basic magic to heal, and at least twenty silver coins are required. This is also the reason why Rollin raises the money.

Rowlin keenly sensed the impatientness in Cornward's eyes. Obviously, Cornward didn't think Rowlin could afford the money. This guy's performance was surprisingly similar to Rowlin's experience in the game.

"It's really terrible." Luo Lin sighed inwardly. The more similar the same, the more it means that other history may repeat itself.

From the young man's memory, Rollin knew that this year was the 1158th year of the Holy Era, and the orcs began to invade in 1159, which is next year.

Luo Lin felt his thin body, his height was OK, but he was too thin, just like a bamboo pole, which was completely two extremes like the legendary warrior who was as strong as an iron tower in the game.

In the game, as a professional player, he entered the game a little late and missed the opportunity, but his game talent is really good. The moment he got here, he had already rushed into the realm of a legendary warrior and became a member of high-end players. But now all of these are gone. His proud physical attributes, legendary weapons, and various combat skills, and even he has practiced the grandmaster-level alchemy, all of them are gone.

Without power, why should he survive the orc frenzy?

"I just hope that history will not repeat itself." Luo Lin sighed in his heart, although he had no confidence, because this world is so similar to the game, and even the details can match.

Rollin was tranced, but Cornward regarded it as a sign of lack of money.

He looked up and down at the boy's patches, which seemed obviously wide and wide. The impatientness in his eyes turned into disgust. He hated people who were not dressed in their pockets at most, because they only had a few coppers in their pockets, and most of them only had fleas. These poor people came to church to beg him to be kind.

In fact, he also knew this young man. Rollin, the adopted son of the drunkard Ams, must have no money based on Ams' virtue.

"Rollin, the magic art comes from the gods, it is very precious and the number is limited. My magic art has been used today... Well, the kind God must have been moved by your affection. There is only one magic art left in my today. Let's go with you." Cornward's speech suddenly changed, and he skillfully took back the silver coins handed over to the teenager with one hand.

Since the other party gave the money, everyone was neighbors, and he was willing to go with him.

Rollin's face showed joy, but Cornward felt that the joy was still a bit fake, as if it was pretending, but he didn't think too much about it. A drunkard's adopted son was not worthy of his brain.

Next, Rollin immediately led the way, and Cornward followed him.

The two came out of the church, passed the busy dock, entered the slum where dock workers gathered, and finally arrived at the homeless shelter that reached the corner.

The pastor followed along with his brows frowned and his hands covered his nose to prevent the stinking smell from entering his nose. He said in a muffled voice: "Rolin, why did you live in the shelter?"

Arms was once the guard of Vandom when he was young. He lived a glorious life at that time. Although he became a drunkard, he should still have a small wooden house, although it was very broken.

"I sold the wooden house." Luo Lin responded.

"Oh." The priest responded unexpectedly, and then realized that the other party sold the wooden house to raise money to treat Ams. He suddenly felt that the silver coins in his pocket were a bit hot, but no matter how hot they were, they were silver coins. He would rather be burned with his hands than let these little cuties leave his pockets.

Rollin first entered the shelter. The pastor hesitated for a while, but he still followed in. He had already collected the money, so he should act as a good deed this time.

As soon as he entered the shelter, Luo Lin was stunned, and at the same time he tried not to let the joy in his heart flow on his face.

He saw, in a corner of the room, his adoptive father Ams fell on the edge of the bed, his body twisted and stiff, his eyes wide open, and a bad wine bottle rolled down to his hands, and the ground was full of splashing wine.

This old guy has already died by himself, and he just saved him some money, so he doesn't have to worry about usury anymore.

"Ams is a complete madman. He drank like crazy, and no one could persuade him." An old man living in the shelter sighed.

The priest walked up with the disgust in his heart, put his finger on Ams' neck and felt it, and then said to the silent boy beside him: "We're a step late, he's gone."

Luo Lin nodded, sighed a long time, his heart was calm, and the obsession of the original owner of his body did not appear. It seemed that he had completely dissipated.

It was all over and he was freed.

Rollin was going to take back the money from Cornward. Even if he couldn't get it all, it would be good to get back part of it, but that was his money for selling it.

"Child, don't be sad. Your adoptive father has chosen this path himself. You have done everything you can. No one can do better than you." Pastor Cornward comforted lightly.

As he said that, a soft light flashed on his hands. This was a magical technique. This light did not shine on the dead Arms, but fell into the young man's thin body and disappeared...

A hint of surprise appeared on Luo Lin's face.

Cornward misunderstood what he meant and explained: "Amus died of alcoholism, which was suicide, a blasphemy to the body given by the Lord, so he did not deserve the glory of God. You are born weak, may this ray of holy light bless you to grow up healthily."

After doing all this, Cornward was no longer willing to stay in this dirty and smelly shelter. He turned around and left quickly. After walking out of the shelter, he touched his wallet again, feeling that the silver coins inside were no longer so hot.

Rollin only smiled bitterly. The Reverend Cornward was still the same as his money. He had never been paid out for the money he had in his pocket. He was not surprised by his unauthorized actions. What surprised him was the effect of this magic on his body.

Just as the magic technique entered his body, a line of information that was very different from this world flowed in his head.

"The intelligence brain has been activated, and an unknown fault occurred in the intelligence brain... The fault has been eliminated, and it is confirmed that it has successfully entered the parallel universe of the "Ancient Gods". The host was detected and the predetermined settings were started... The transmission was successful."

"Get primary healing, the body is nourished by the energy of the holy light, and vitality +1."

"Open the talent: God of War!"

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Chapter completed!