Chapter 49: Praise Be to Your Generosity
Knowledge? Study?
The moment these two words surfaced in Divoman’s mind, he couldn’t help but shiver again.
"The latter, Your Grace."
He answered immediately.
His speed was so fast that Sylvia, who had intended to give him a moment to think, was momentarily stunned.
At this moment, separated by the partition, she didn’t restrain her expression, and the corners of her mouth naturally lifted.
Tsk, not liking to study was hardly a good habit.
Still, she didn’t comment much on it and instead spoke with a smile:
"You now have two paths you can choose from—"
"The first, Radiant Knight."
"Those who walk this path will gain extraordinary physical attributes and also possess partial supernatural abilities related to holy light."
"Not only that, they can use the holy light to envelop a certain area, designating it as their ‘territory’."
"Within their own ‘territory’, the Radiant Knight will experience a significant boost in all aspects."
"The core of this path lies with the Church of Radiance, which possesses a complete promotion hierarchy."
"The second, Warrior."
"Those on this path will obtain the greatest physical strength among all extraordinary paths, and will be able to perfectly control every muscle in their body, achieving complete mastery over their strength."
"Furthermore, their vitality and regenerative abilities are also terrifying. As long as they are not killed on the spot, they can recover within a week at most."
"However, Warriors lack corresponding spellcasting abilities in the early stages. It is a profession with strong advantages but also obvious weaknesses."
"As for the core of this path, I do not know. I will search for its promotion hierarchy for you, but when I’ll find it remains uncertain."
Sylvia calmly presented the information about the two paths, awaiting his decision.
In truth, she felt that Radiant Knight didn’t quite suit Divoman.
Could this guy even comprehend a path centered on protection?
Sylvia didn’t really believe it.
Once an extraordinary being’s personality didn’t align with the nature of their powers, the strength they could wield would be quite limited.
Still, out of responsibility to him, she chose to consult him.
If he really picked Radiant Knight, then it would save her some trouble.
Previously, Lakdevo had been puzzled as to why she would go to such lengths to exchange for a different extraordinary path for an ordinary person.
At that time, Sylvia had said meaningfully:
"He is, after all, my subordinate."
Upon hearing this, that fat crow clearly froze, then looked at Sylvia with a subtly changed expression.
There was a touch of loyalty in it, mingled with a surge of emotion.
Pulling her thoughts back, she then heard Divoman ask with a bit of surprise:
"Weren’t you going to let me walk a brand-new path?"
"Yes."
Sylvia nodded.
"But this new path is rather special. It needs to be built upon another extraordinary path."
Divoman fell silent for a long time, seemingly struggling.
Sylvia didn’t rush him.
Nearly a minute later, the burly man with blonde hair, separated by the partition, made his choice:
"Warrior."
"I… I think I’m a selfish person. What I want to protect is just the status and wealth I have now."
"I don’t think that really counts as protection."
"And the traits of a Warrior match my expectations, so I choose it."
"Very well."
Sylvia’s satisfied voice came from behind the partition.
At this moment, Divoman didn’t stop. Instead, he continued speaking:
"Your Grace, is a ‘complete extraordinary chain’ you mentioned… difficult?"
Since last night, after the initial excitement had passed, he had begun to calmly reflect on the promise Sylvia had given him.
Just now, he had heard new information again.
Complete.
He could more or less guess what that word symbolized.
Perhaps, it meant the possibility of climbing to the pinnacle of this extraordinary world.
And so, what kind of position must someone be in, to make such a promise?
Combined with what that crow had said last night, and the reactions from those priests of the Church of Radiance when they saw that name just now, he couldn’t help but subconsciously swallow.
Could this Your Grace of his be one of those legendary angels?
But then, why did she have the structure of a puppet?
While he was pondering this, Sylvia’s calm voice rang out:
"It’s manageable. Not difficult for me—just a bit troublesome."
Upon hearing that, Divoman was briefly stunned. Then he found it entirely reasonable and immediately replied:
"Praise be to your generosity."
These words came from the depths of his heart, containing both reverence for her stature and gratitude for her generosity.
Because of her, his life would change.
To this, the puppet girl didn’t pay much mind. Instead, she moved on to the next topic:
"Now, begin reporting the results of your investigation."
"Yes, Your Grace!"
At this moment, Divoman’s voice carried a noticeable hint of excitement.
"Early this morning, the leader of the Dork Party was found dead in his own home. Before that, it seems he had brought two women back with him."
"And one of them didn’t seem human—she was a puppet, with black hair and visible joints."
"Oh?"
Sylvia responded with interest, then continued asking:
"Then does the entire Brick District underworld know about this now?"
"No, not at all."
Divoman shook his head.
"Other than the deceased, only one person in the Dork Party knows about this incident."
"That person was both his trusted confidant and also the mole I planted."
"And I’ve already had someone look into it—there’s no word leaking out for now."
At this point, a trace of pride appeared in Divoman’s voice.
"……"
Sylvia offered a moment of silent mourning for the deceased gang boss and questioned his intelligence, then began analyzing the intel.
Useful, but not highly so.
It now confirmed that the puppeteer who had attacked the Church of Machinery was within the City of Alova. This clue could be followed.
But that area was the territory of the Church of Machinery—she would have difficulty getting involved directly.
And even if the puppeteer was captured, it didn’t seem to benefit her much.
Maybe she could do it as a favor to the Church of Machinery?
Something to consider.
With that, she addressed Divoman:
"Well done. Continue the investigation."
"Hmm… the time for helping you step into the extraordinary will be slightly delayed by a few days."
"I’ve now found a better direction and need to make adjustments—it will benefit you greatly."
Had she proceeded with the original plan to weave an extraordinary path, three days would have been entirely sufficient.
After all, the first metamorphosis was the simplest phase.
But with the proposal of the Parasite Path concept, the time required might increase slightly.
"Understood, Your Grace."
Divoman nodded and didn’t mind at all.
He considered himself someone who could stay calm—otherwise, he wouldn’t have achieved what he had today.
"Good, then you may leave."
…
Descending the staircase, Sylvia returned underground once more.
After sitting down in her chair, she snapped her fingers, and a strand of brilliant starlight blossomed from her fingertip.
Upon seeing it, the corners of her mouth slowly lifted—
In the next second, the starlight twisted instantly, turning into pitch black.
Seeing this, Lakdevo tilted his head slightly, without making a sound.