The First Magic World War-Chapter 358 - : 340, Evil God Deserves Bad Luck

Chapter 358: 340, Evil God Deserves Bad Luck

After Sophia Garanord left, Charles was unable to calm his mind for a long time.

He went alone to the Mecklen estate for a while, then at noon, went to meet Anne for lunch.

Anne was at the Central Government Office, specifically in a crucial department like law enforcement, and she had heard quite a few internal pieces of news. During lunch, Anne said, “Because of the great naval battle in the Sea of Giant Whales, our losses were massive. I heard they’re going to transfer a batch of the army to replenish the navy.”

Charles asked in surprise, “Has it really come to the point where we need to transfer the army?”

Anne stuffed a small bit of bread in her mouth and said, “The Empire is planning a bigger naval battle, intending to completely block Byron’s navy in the port and prevent them from escorting the maritime trade routes.”

“The war has been ongoing for almost a year, everyone is running short of supplies, and maritime trade routes have become more important than before. I heard that in Strasbourg some families have even started to run out of food.”

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Charles knew this was the inevitable reality of war; war is all about resources—population, wealth, minerals, food, weapons, everything is a resource, and all are ruthlessly consumed in war.

Charles didn’t really want to talk about war. He listened to Anne talk about her work, occasionally interjecting to lighten the mood. As lunch was nearly finished, Anne said softly, “I took over your investigation case!”

“Originally, they wanted to keep you tied up in Strasbourg for half a year! After I took over, I extended it to a year and a half.”

“Probably until the war ends, you won’t be going to the battlefield.”

Charles was deeply touched, but also very curious, and asked, “Who are they? Why don’t they want me on the battlefield?”

Anne hesitated for a moment, then said, “Part of them are my father’s political rivals, and others perhaps want to interfere in the post-war South Serif and Behemoth, and there are also those fishing in troubled waters. If you were on the battlefield, such a large district, a duchy, would all be within your grasp.”

“Rather…. that thing, is just a clown, not a significant reason.”

Alans Cook had just arrived at the frontline when he was assigned to a charge squad….

While in the law enforcement department, he could easily mobilize various resources to trouble Charles and seemed able to manipulate Charles’s fate at will. But in a blink of an eye, he also became a plaything of fate, roughly thrust into the frontline, even becoming part of the foremost charge squad.

Charles did remember Alans Cook. Initially, he wanted to send Golden Ram Herolf to eliminate this “somewhat troublesome” enemy. However, who could have expected that this guy would “preemptively” sense the danger, causing Old Goat to miss his target.

Charles had a feeling this man was meant to be his destined enemy, and the two might still have a chance to confront each other.

After lunch, Charles took Anne back to the Central Government Office. With nothing much else to do, he decided to find himself something to do— to clear out the worship of the God of Joy and reap some of the Murmur of Fate. Charles didn’t know what these Murmur of Fate could actually do, but since they came from the Serpent of Destiny’s rewards, they must be somewhat useful.

Most importantly, Charles had promised to pay ten Murmur of Fate to ensure Sophia Garanord safely returned, but he didn’t have a single Murmur of Fate yet!

The Serpent of Destiny would never agree to a “loan.”

Fate is a fair entity, where someone’s happiness necessarily means someone else’s misfortune.

Charles felt that neither he nor Sophia Garanord should be unlucky, so it seemed the God of Joy would have to suffer the misfortune instead.

As the God of Joy, instead of bestowing happiness on the followers, he stole the joy of the mortal world—such an Evil God deserved misfortune.

Whether in the Old Continent or the New Continent, there are countless Evil Gods, and not every one of them is powerful. Many beings, when ascending to the Divine Order, failed to remain “whole.” For example, the two Divine Creatures of St. Michael Island both had distinct flaws. This allowed the Old King to manipulate them—one becoming a Holy Spirit, now turned into the Murmur of Fate, the other became the Holy Light Divine State Title, now crippled and unable to sail.

Charles first went to the library to check on the information about the God of Joy. There was a lot of materials about this Evil God. He was originally a high-ranking Priest of the Lord of Radiance, esteemed and skilled in cultivation. Somehow, he devised a sinister Secret Technique that could steal the faith that belonged to the Lord of Radiance. At the end of his life, this lifelong perfect and flawless Priest couldn’t resist the evil thoughts and used this Secret Technique, and then… vanished.

According to the records, this so-called Evil God could only exist in legends and could never appear in the real world.

A rather tragic kind of “incompleteness.”

As long as the stories about this “Evil God” continue to spread, he would be granted a peculiar Special Ability—the power to make others unhappy.

Charles initially thought that making people unhappy wasn’t a valuable ability, but then he thought, “If I possessed this bizarre ability and continuously used it on the people I hate, making them unhappy in everything they do… wouldn’t that make me a god of depression?”

“This Evil God has some tricks up his sleeve!”

“Destroying the God of Joy must be my undeniable responsibility! How great a virtue would it be to rid the world of depression?”

Charles had initially wanted to trouble the followers of these few Gods of Joy, but upon reflection, he suddenly thought, “If this Evil God can only exist in legends, what if there are no legends? He would cease to exist, but what if the legends change? Would he change as well?”

Anne once suggested publishing a special edition set of novels about the Serpent of Destiny, adding a new character in each book, who would always mention a custom related to the Serpent of Destiny…

This idea inspired Charles. He pulled out a copy of “The Chronicles of Charles” and considered creating a special edition about the God of Joy, “The Chronicles of Charles.” He erased the identity of the God of Joy as a high-ranking Priest of the Lord of Radiance, transforming him into a pet of the Serpent of Destiny, utterly loyal to his master and particularly devoted to promoting a custom: playing the Snake Card…

Yes, that’s Cantonese Mahjong!

“The Chronicles of Charles: Special God of Joy Edition” stuffed all the legends about the God of Joy into it, nearly doubling the length of the special edition. Charles sent the new version of The Chronicles of Charles to Anne’s publishing house, and he didn’t bother with it any further from then.

In the subsequent days, the Fars Empire indeed started a new round of conscription, sending a large number of ground troops to the navy and planning to build five more Magical Alchemy Warships. Life in Strasbourg grew increasingly difficult, even shops on Elysian Pastoral Avenue began closing down. Charles couldn’t buy coffee, beer, or fruit wines anywhere, relying only on his own trading fleet for supplies.

Inglima, Fars, Byron, and even the Black Phoenix’s fleets, engaged in dozens of small-scale naval battles in the Sea of Giant Whales, each side with its own wins and losses, all amassing the advantage for the war that was on the brink of breaking out!

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