Chapter 3312: FaithEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Fang Heng and Zane were still attached to Adam’s body. The night before, they had roughly scouted the city’s surroundings.

Simply put, the place Adam lived in was a slum in a small border town.

The world’s level of technology was somewhat like that of the Middle Ages. There was a lack of advanced technology; no mobile phones, cars, or computers, but ordinary electric lights and wired telephones could still be used.

In terms of combat level, each city was controlled by its respective City Lord, who belonged to one of the Five Great Empires.

All five Empires shared the same faith in the God Clan.

Together, they were collectively known as the Church.

Even if the Empires went to war with one another, they would first report the matter to the Church.

Perhaps because this city was located on the edge of the territory, the guards were relatively lax.

Throughout the entire city, there were numerous faith buildings belonging to the God Clan. Fang Heng even saw the mark of the Eye of God carved onto the structures, confirming that most of them possessed the ability to see through concealment.

Fang Heng was not sure whether he had already been placed on the God Clan’s wanted list. After some thought, the two of them decided to continue staying quietly attached to Adam, using him as their breach point.

When Adam returned to the academy, he changed into a set of heavy armor and gripped a large longsword, hacking at the wooden stakes with focused precision.

Every movement was executed by the book, one after another, as he strove to perfect his form.

Sweat continuously dripped down Adam’s cheeks.

Only when he was completely exhausted did he sit down on a nearby chair to rest.

"Hey, Adam, I figured you’d be here. You’re really hardworking, huh? Looks like you’re pretty confident about the final assessment."

When Adam heard the voice, his heart suddenly skipped a beat for no reason. He turned his head to look at the few people who had come together.

The one in the lead had tanned skin, was rather short, and had a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Duke, I..."

Duke waved his hand and interrupted, "It’s about time. Let’s settle this month’s interest first. How much was it again?"

One of the lackeys beside him handed over a slip of paper.

Duke glanced at it and said, "Not much, three hundred."

Adam’s face showed embarrassment. He said, "Brother Duke, I’m a bit tight this month, could you maybe..."

"Of course." Duke smiled, patting Adam on the shoulder in a show of fake friendliness. "I heard that you’ve got a good chance of ranking in the top fifty in the final assessment this time. That would get you into the seed class. Work hard, I really believe in you."

One of the lackeys chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, Brother Adam’s talent is exceptional! Not like that idiot from the other class. That guy borrowed a ton of money, never paid it back, and couldn’t even pass the midterm assessment. Guess what happened to him?"

"Shut up." Duke glared at the lackey. "Do you think Brother Adam is the same as that trash?"

"Hahaha, my bad, my bad. Shouldn’t have said that..."

The lackey laughed and gave himself two playful slaps on the face.

Duke waved his hand casually and said, "Brother, we’re leaving. We’ll settle the next payment together."

Listening to their words, Adam’s face turned red, then pale, his fists clenching tightly.

If it had been two days ago, when both of his Soul Spirits were still around, he might have had a real chance at getting into the seed class.

But now?

With one soul warrior spirit dead, his strength had dropped drastically. Passing the exam at all was already a struggle!

The seed class? That was impossible.

And if he failed the exam...

What would he do then?

What would happen to his family?

And the debts outside—how would they ever be repaid?

Adam didn’t know what was wrong with him; his emotions had been fluctuating abnormally these past two days.

No!

He couldn’t lose!

Like a desperate gambler, Adam suddenly gritted his teeth and stopped Duke, who was about to leave.

"Duke!"

"Hm? What is it?"

"I want to borrow fifty thousand more."

"Oh?"

Duke narrowed his eyes at Adam, as if trying to see straight through him.

"If you lend me another fifty thousand, I can repay it. I swear I will!"

"Hehe, sorry, Adam, I’m a businessman too. To be honest, your house is already mortgaged... and what’s left..."

Duke’s expression shifted again into a smile as he sized Adam up from head to toe, then shook his head, "Not worth that much."

Adam’s fists clenched tighter. He felt utterly suffocated, as if flames were burning inside him.

"Hahaha, just kidding! Come on, brother, see you next time."

D*mn it!

Even after Duke and his men left the training ground, Adam couldn’t hold it in anymore. He swung his fist hard against the wall with a dull thud.

After venting his anger, what came next was overwhelming fear.

What should he do?

If something went wrong and he failed the final assessment...

"Not satisfied, are you?"

Adam’s expression suddenly froze. He jerked his head up, looking around.

"Who?! Who’s talking?!"

"I come from the shadows. You may call me the Shadow God," Zane said in a seductive, tempting tone. "Looks like the god you worship has already abandoned you, hasn’t he?"

Adam’s heart was filled with both shock and anger. He looked around, his face growing pale.

It was almost lunchtime, and the empty training hall was deserted—he was the only one there.

"What’s wrong? Don’t believe me? Then try praying to the god you worship. See if he helps you!"

"Who are you!? Stop pretending to be some god! Show yourself if you dare!"

"Show myself? No, no, no. I’ve always been within your heart. You’re the one who awakened me."

Adam began to feel afraid.

Since childhood, his faith had been instilled deeply; he was taught to believe in and uphold the God Clan.

But that voice within him filled him with fear.

"Pa!"

A sudden sound came from behind him. Adam turned sharply and saw a cloth bag fall to the ground.

A bag?!

Where did it come from?

"Take it, my believer. I have always been generous to my followers. What others refuse to lend you, I am willing to give."

Adam’s heart started pounding uncontrollably. He quickly stepped toward the bag.

Inside that bag—

Could it be...

Adam grabbed the bag and opened it, his pupils contracting sharply when he saw it was filled with silver coins.

Money!

He didn’t dare to count it. He stuffed the bag quickly into his pocket.

Judging by the weight, there were probably around a hundred thousand.

Adam’s body trembled slightly from nervousness.

This money...

It was his lifeline!

With this, he could get a new soul warrior spirit before the final assessment!

With two soul warrior spirits, he could at least keep his student status and not be expelled from the academy.

As for the cost?

Adam didn’t think about it at all.

In less than half a second, he took a deep breath, his eyes firm and resolute. Clutching the bag close to his chest, he quickly left the training hall.

Zane gave Fang Heng a meaningful look and asked, "So? He took the bait, right?"

"Not bad."

Fang Heng replied indifferently.

They had spent half the night working on this.

After all, gathering that much money from the slums wasn’t easy.

Fang Heng still thought it would’ve been much simpler to give Adam a little ’ding’ in the head.

Zane said, "But seriously, what’s he going to do with that much money?"

"It should have something to do with the spirit constructs we’ve seen before. No rush, we’ll find out soon enough."

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