Chapter 1452: Chapter 113: So You Don’t Like People

Ange walked around and happened to see Old John being kicked out of a shabby house. A plump young woman chased after him and gave Old John another kick, all the while shouting “Scram, scram, scram!” with great ferocity.

After Old John staggered off into the distance, he turned around and shouted back, “I was bringing you good fortune, ungrateful wretch. A whole bag of grain, you didn’t want it? Starve to death then.”

The young woman picked up a stone from the ground, threatening to throw it, which scared Old John into running away with serpentine maneuvers.

The young woman tossed the stone aside and spat angrily, “Bah, you old bachelor. You think I don’t know what you’re up to? You think you’re worthy? Come back here, and I’ll smash your head in.”

While speaking, she looked around and soon spotted Ange in the distance. Once she caught sight of Ange’s attire from afar, she immediately rolled up her sleeves and strode towards him with a menacing air.

“So you’re the one from that so-called God of Business, using grain to buy followers, isn’t it? How despicable, this is the sheltered place of the Goddess of Dawn… huh, (softly) kind of handsome though,” the young woman exclaimed as she walked, but upon seeing Ange’s appearance more clearly, she involuntarily blushed and her voice softened.

At this moment, Ange was in the guise of Ascetic Monk An. What is handsome? Ange had no concept of it, but the Priest of the Goddess of Beauty and Anthony did.

So the appearance of Ascetic Monk An had a divine handsomeness about it, serene and placid, solemn and dignified, causing believers to feel an innate trust and ease upon seeing his face.

The young woman also relaxed immediately; her former aggression gone, and was replaced by a bit of coquettishness:

“I am a Priestess of the Goddess of Dawn, Faradi. Hello, how should I address you? I thought you were with that John, got a bit angry, normally I’m not like this.”

Ange tilted his head; there was something strange about this Faradi; she had a kind of Origin Power that Ange didn’t recognize. The humans of this world all possessed the Power of Chaos, while the Great Speaker and his Undead minions all had Chaotic Power. Previously, Ange had also met people with Dark Power.

But no matter which type of Origin Power it was, Ange recognized them all. However, this Faradi had a kind of Origin Power that Ange didn’t know.

Ange simply tilted his head but didn’t speak, which made Faradi somewhat embarrassed: “Why aren’t you speaking? Are you thirsty? Would you like to come to my place for a drink? Is your God of Business distributing grain? Why?…”

Only those who are handsome know how proactive and enthusiastic others can be. Ange hadn’t said a word, yet Faradi took him by the arm, insisting on taking him to her house for water.

Ange touched her arm, absorbing just a bit of the unfamiliar Origin Power, but it seems Faradi misunderstood something, as her smile became even more radiant.

Faradi’s house was built into the angle between a slanting crystal pillar and the ground, very simple, a mere mudbrick house with a door but no windows.

Because one wall was next to the crystal pillar, it served as an entire floor-to-ceiling crystal window, so it was very bright inside without the need for windows.

This Plane is too small; it doesn’t rain, but the presence of the crystal pillars leads to condensation forming on them after the moisture rises, creating water droplets that fall and complete a cycle. Thus, the area near the crystal pillars is the most humid.

At the junction of the house’s roof and the crystal pillar, there are waterproof and diversion channels, so the condensation flows through these channels and into a water tank below–no need for fetching water.

Upon entering the house, Faradi enthusiastically pulled out a stool for Ange to sit, then swiftly went to boil water. She placed a kettle at the edge of the crystal wall and moved a stone slab, revealing a small, polished area behind it.

This area was palm-sized, polished to be smooth and transparent; the unpolished parts of the crystal were matte and opaque.

A beam of intense light shot out from this area, reflected off a mirror, and hit the bottom of the kettle, slowly raising the kettle’s temperature.

After setting up the kettle, Faradi came to sit down too and said warmly, “You haven’t told me your name yet. What’s your name?”

“Ange,” Ange responded.

“Oh, so you can speak, that’s great. Where are you from?” Faradi’s eyes lit up even more.

“Great Speaker,” Ange spoke up.

“Oh, you’re from the Great Speaker’s Dead Star, huh? What brings you here? Missionary work? I heard from Old John that you distribute food and seeds as well. Is that true? Can anyone claim them? Do you buy back the crops they grow?” Faradi asked curiously.

Ange nodded.

“Do you think I can claim some? Do I need to convert? What are the principles of your God of Business? Do I have to sell my soul? I mean, it’s not impossible… Uh, no no no, what I mean is that the God of Business fits my understanding, converting wouldn’t be out of the question,” Faradi said with a laugh.

Ange scratched his head, internally crying out for help: “Help!”

Far off near the airship, Anthony and Negriss were both taken aback, exchanging incredulous looks: “Did… did I just hear the boss cry for help?”

“I heard it too, I’ll go…” Before Negriss could finish, his body collapsed to the ground, though his consciousness had already transferred to Ange’s side.

As soon as he switched over, he saw a young woman resting her chin in her hand, smiling at Ange and asking, “Are you married? What type of spouse do you like? Do you prefer men or women? Or do you not like people at all?”

“Pfft–What’s all this about? Why are you crying for help? Speed dating? You came here to speed date with someone?” Negriss’s eyes bulged in shock.

Ange rarely cries for help, and Negriss thought he’d encountered the Void Origin, but instead, it was a woman? Did this woman have some hidden strength he hadn’t seen?

Ange thought: “You answer.”

“Uh, did you cry for help because you’re too lazy to talk?” Negriss asked, bewildered.

Ange nodded.

Ange nodded to respond to Negriss, but Faradi couldn’t see Negriss, so she misunderstood and her expression instantly dimmed, saying dejectedly, “So you don’t like people…”

Negriss also couldn’t help crying out in his mind: “Anthony, save me!”

Anthony quickly arrived and shouted from outside the house: “Sir, where are you?”

Ange rushed out and opened the door.

Anthony had already learned the gist from Negriss and, looking past Ange, his gaze landed on Faradi, his face showing just the right hint of ‘amazement’: “Sir, you’re here, and–oh, what do we have here? A lady of such elegant temperament and beauty?”

Faradi’s face beamed with joy: “Elegant temperament? Oh my, you’re such a charmer. Hello, my name is Faradi. Please, come in for some tea.”

“Oh, you’re too kind. Your warmth is as impressive as your beauty. I’m delighted to meet you,” Anthony said, smiling.

With the words of a seasoned Godman, Anthony quickly had Faradi showing a beaming smile, pushing Ange to the back of her mind.

“What’s happening?” Only then did Negriss find the leisure to ask.

Ange held up by an interruption from a woman was clearly improbable; not even the Void Origin was guaranteed to detain Ange, so it must have been for some other reason.

Ange extended his hand, his thumb and forefinger pinching a colorful orb of light– the unknown Origin Power he had taken from Faradi.

“What is that?” Negriss asked.

“New Origin, it’s odd,” Ange said.