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Chapter 76

“Chapter 76 is truly a thrilling hijacking of faith!”

Inside the Church of Heavenly Justice.

“May our Lord bless you, dispelling all ailments, ushering in health for your body and soul.”

Bishop Mozer, clad in a black robe, smiled at the elderly worshipper before him, who looked utterly devout.

After the devout had left and the once-crowded church was now nearly empty, Mozer’s expression gradually dulled.

After a busy morning, he had finally wrapped up the confession sessions for the day.

Accompanied by a priest, he quickly exited the church.

As they walked, he casually asked, “How’s the situation with Duke Tilius?”

“Your Excellency, they’ve been strangely quiet lately, seemingly holed up in their mansion, not going anywhere.”

“Are they meeting anyone of particular concern?”

“We’re not sure at the moment, but there shouldn’t be any slip-ups.”

“Don’t let your guard down.” Mozer suddenly halted, “I just received news that due to the unexpected death of the Mosgra heir, the second prince is furious and has decided to personally come to Orlen City to confront the culprit.”

“Calculating the time, it should be roughly around this week. I don’t want His Highness to find a mess full of holes when he arrives.”

“Understood!”

Just then, a hurried cleric suddenly rushed in front of them.

“There’s been an incident, Your Excellency!”

As he spoke, he leaned closer to Bishop Mozer, whispering rapidly.

Throughout this exchange, Mozer’s expression grew increasingly grim.

Finally, he slammed his fist into a nearby stone pillar: “Damn it! How dare those Silan Sect fools?! How dare they?!”

“A bunch of idiots! They’ve truly ruined my big plans!!!”

The usually gentle Bishop had vanished, replaced by a visage full of fury.

“Do you really think you can root yourselves in Orlen City just because you have Tilius’s protection? Watch out, or you won’t see tomorrow’s sun!”

Bishop Mozer growled to himself.

Of course, this was mostly bluster.

After all, he could only barely stand against Duke Tilius in terms of taxes thanks to the power behind him, most of the time just playing the meek quail.

If the Silan Sect truly had the protection of the duke’s family, what could a mere district bishop like him do?

It was never really him who was powerful; it was the presence behind him.

After a long while, Bishop Mozer finally calmed down.

He took a deep breath, easing the frustration in his heart.

“No matter, if it’s just that one family looking for the limelight, let them have their fun.”

“As long as the other churches stick together, their schemes will merely be a poorly performed clown show.”

Mozer thought confidently.

Unfortunately, he overlooked one thing.

Sometimes, alliances held together by external forces may appear solid but hide cracks everywhere.

Once someone makes the first move, the massive structure can collapse like a house of cards in an avalanche.

It could never be reversed.

That evening, after a long day, Ramonta entered the confession booth of the War God Cathedral.

As an ordinary parishioner, he could only meet with a priest.

After his confession, he felt a touch of spiritual cleansing and relief.

Deciding to bid farewell to the priest, just as he turned to leave, Ramonta suddenly lowered his head and asked, “Father, what are the church’s thoughts on today’s events in the City Square?”

Being a devotee of the War God, he deeply looked down on the slow-moving Silan Sect followers, considering this heretical faith ought to vanish from the world.

Of course, such thoughts stemmed from irreconcilable blood feuds between the countries behind both churches.

Some conflicts and hatred were subtly instilled in people’s hearts through doctrines.

So even in the Saint Roland Empire, followers of both sides often had friction.

Clearly, for most devotees of the War God Cathedral, being overshadowed by the Silan Sect made them feel utterly humiliated.

The priest was stunned for a few seconds before responding in a formulaic manner, “Our Lord has His plans.”

After sending Ramonta off, the priest fell into silence for a moment before hurriedly going to meet the district bishop.

“Lord Luke, nearly all the penitents today asked about that incident.”

“I know,” the bishop named Luke replied, looking a bit annoyed, “Not just them, even the Archbishop over there sent a message questioning why the faith anchor in Orlen City is showing considerable fluctuations.”

“Damn it, the Church of Heavenly Justice has caused us a great deal of trouble!”

The priest tentatively asked, “So should we make any adjustments?”

On hearing this, Bishop Luke fell into silence.

“The Empire’s been fighting too frequently these past few years, leading to unstable supplies of faith power,” Luke muttered to himself, “And the total amount of faith power directly determines the Father’s state.”

“Thus, for us, the most important thing right now is not money but to firmly grasp the pure faith source in Orlen City and maintain the stability of the populace’s faith.”

“Speaking of which, the one who set this all up is really something; they’ve truly taken division, roping in, and sowing discord to the extreme—what a shameless act.”

“Even if you know you’re stepping into a pit, you have no choice but to jump in.”

Bishop Luke gritted his teeth.

After a moment, he waved his hand, saying to the priest, “Since they just want money, let’s satisfy their demands.”

“The Silan Sect donated twenty thousand gold coins? Then we’ll donate thirty thousand—no, fifty thousand!”

“Let the whole city see how generous and kind the War God Cathedral truly is!”

The next day, the City Square was once again filled with people.

Looking at the donation box—representing his own church—stuffed with double the gold coins compared to the Silan Sect, many War God devotees immediately stood taller, as if basking in glory.

Soon after, the news that the War God Cathedral had generously donated fifty thousand gold coins for living assistance to retired disabled soldiers quickly spread throughout the city.

And from this moment onward, the precarious balance was thoroughly shattered.

Late the following night.

In the quiet church, all the clergy members gathered solemnly to discuss significant matters.

Their deity was the Goddess of the Crescent Moon.

Due to the church’s unique doctrines, they placed great importance on women’s rights and status, with nearly ninety percent of the followers being local women from Orlen City.

Yet this also led to fundamental conflicts between the Silan Sect and the War God Cathedral.

After all, one side respects women’s rights and promotes independent personalities, while the other insists that women should obey their husbands, treating them as authority figures—pure male chauvinism.

When these two collide, it’s not just fire and water; they are sworn enemies.

This is the conflict and prejudice brought about by differing doctrines.

Apart from the relatively peaceful interactions among the three major churches in the Saint Roland Empire, other faiths tend to have ideological deviations to varying degrees.

“I propose we ignore the Church of Heavenly Justice’s demands.”

“Quite a few female followers have been crying out, saying those violent War God followers have been stirring up trouble non-stop, almost like they’ve gone mad.”

“As one of the three major churches rooted in the Saint Roland Empire, we absolutely cannot let an outsider’s faith step on our toes!”

“But the Church of Heavenly Justice…”

“When did our Silent Church become their subsidiary department?”

“Alright, that’s decided.”

The next day, news that the Silent Church had surpassed the War God Cathedral with a donation of seventy thousand gold coins again ignited heated discussions.

At this point, only six days had passed since Lynn and Duke Tilius made their agreement.

On the seventh day, after the Silent Church set the precedent, the Prosperity Church, criticized by their followers, arrived with eighty thousand gold coins, resetting the record once again.

On the same day, the War God Cathedral added another twenty thousand gold coins to their donations, landing in second place.

On the eighth day, the Barren Cult, at odds with the Prosperity Church, joined the fray.

At that moment, the Silent Church, Prosperity Church, War God Cathedral, and Silan Sect all increased their donation amounts to varying extents.

The clergy from these churches were clearly caught up in the momentum, driven to the brink of insanity, unable to stop.

After all, if they stopped now, not only would they occupy a lower position in donation amounts, but all their initial investments would go to waste.

Even though they deeply loathed the creator of this current situation, Lynn, their feet were already in the pit, and they had no choice but to push forward.

On the ninth day, twelve local churches, aside from the Church of Heavenly Justice and a couple of others still watching from the sidelines, all jumped into this big pit, unable to turn back.

This once again stirred a frenzy among the populace.

At this time, most of the glass donation boxes in the City Square were filled with gold coins.

On the tenth day, only the Church of Heavenly Justice remained empty, while the other eleven churches had all fallen into ruin.

Meanwhile, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, a notice bearing Lynn Bartleon’s portrait quietly made its way onto all churches’ blacklist.

“That kid!!! You’re a freaking genius!!”

In the dead of night, Duke Tilius’s booming laughter echoed throughout Augusta Manor.

How could he not be pleased?

In just six short days, the donation boxes that had been empty were now overflowing with gold coins from various churches.

Roughly estimating, each donation box could hold about one hundred thousand Saint Roland gold coins, and aside from the Church of Heavenly Justice getting nothing, most of the others were filled to the brim.

A few that weren’t entirely full still had at least fifty to sixty thousand gold coins.

Doing the math, that’s nearly nine hundred thousand gold coins coming in!

Initially, Duke Tilius expected to collect around five hundred thousand gold coins in total from several border cities.

But now, everything had gone haywire.

In Orlen City alone, they had pulled in nearly a million!

This also indirectly indicated how much corruption these parasites, sitting on the empire’s branches, had been partaking in over the years.

It was truly a thrilling hijacking of faith! At this moment, Duke Tilius fixed his fiery gaze on Lynn.

He suddenly felt an urge.

A desire to kidnap him and enlist him as an aide in the army.

Because this kid was definitely a talent.

He managed to fulfill their agreement in just ten days—something even he hadn’t expected.

Watching Duke Tilius’s current demeanor, Lynn remained surprisingly calm.

Seeing this, Duke Tilius immediately stopped smiling: “The matter is finally concluded, but why do you look so unfazed?”

“Concluded?” Lynn shook his head, “This is just the beginning.”

“I haven’t even touched the fattest sheep yet.”

After all, Lynn had only fulfilled his promise to Duke Tilius.

But the trials set forth by the Sorceress of the End had yet to yield any results.

Though the recent events had stirred quite a shock among the followers of the Church of Heavenly Justice, it fell far short of undermining their faith.

To reverse the future, Lynn decided to throw in some more fuel to the fire.

Seven calls for monthly tickets!!!

By the way, once it’s on the shelves, there’ll be a guaranteed three updates daily, and I’ll try to maintain four to five updates if possible.


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Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

别再催眠我了,反派皇女!
Score 8.4
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese
After transmigrating to another world, Lynn’s journey begins with being kidnapped. The culprit? The villainous princess from the original story, who plans to use him for hypnosis experiments to gain control over him. At the critical moment, Lynn has a stroke of genius—he fakes the success of her experiment and uses his acting skills to deceive her. But this is only a temporary fix, as the original story foretells a tragic ending for her and everyone around her. Thus begins Lynn’s double life: outwardly pretending to be under hypnosis, while secretly preparing to escape at any moment. However, things soon take an unexpected turn… Excerpts from “Princess’s Diary”: “The experiment succeeded!” “As the only successful subject, I’ve decided to keep him by my side.” “The curse mark on my face makes me hideous in the eyes of others, but he told me I’m beautiful.” “I’m happy because what people say under hypnosis is their true feelings.” “When we were alone, on a whim, I kissed him.” “The feeling was strange and made me lose composure, but fortunately, he won’t retain the memory after the hypnosis wears off.” “So, it’s fine to be a little bolder, right?”

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