Just like that, Dylan got the information he wanted from the players. In the end, he rewarded them as per agreement. After all, if he backs out, the game system would impose punishment on him. He had issued the tasks through the game system itself.
However, Dylan wasn't really concerned about trivial gold-quality or even platinum-quality equipment or items anymore. Such things are only useful to Ancestor experts.
The grade of equipment/items limit here was platinum tier. Only useful for Ancestors and below. For him, who was already at the pinnacle of this mortal realm's power system, those items were like toys. Even a peak platinum-quality sword or spear won't be able to scratch his skin now.
When he rewarded the players, they were excited. Even though he punished Damon, he still gave him his reward and he didn't really hold anything against Damon for peeking at his panel.
It could be said that he just used Damon to make an example out of others and establish his majesty. To convey to the players that he's not a soft person.
By giving rewards and punishments, the players would think of him as fair and unbiased.
Just like that, Dylan parted to them and directly headed to the San Fernando Town, near Dolores Town where the branch of the church where Priest Howard was located.
Dylan didn't deliberately use his divine sense. Where's the fun in that? As his strength becomes higher and higher, he still wants to live like an ordinary man. Eat, sleep, and do chores, like how mortals would. It was a method to help him keep the semblance of humanity and retain his original self.
After all, what's the use of being a supreme being if you're not the fuck yourself anymore? An emotionless machine? Thinks of weaker ants? Nah! That's not beneficial to him, only detriment.
Of course, if that would give him benefits, why not? But, he still prioritizes preserving his 'self' and 'original intentions.' To act based on his two simple principles, not confined by the increase of strength and let it go over his head.
Dylan's eyes landed on the town in front of him with a hint of nostalgia and melancholic eyes.
This is the first town he went to. The novice village that pushed him to the path of power. Also, the town where the villainous priest resides.
Thinking about it now, he had the power to wipe out this damned church. As for their main branch and headquarters? As long they didn't have a heavenly warrior, Dylan was afraid of anything.
Dylan couldn't help but lick his lips as he thought of revenge. An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth!
'I am a petty person to begin with. I repay kindness a hundred times and I repay grievance a thousand times!'
With light steps, Dylan instantly appeared inside the town. The townspeople were oblivious to his presence even though they were walking past him.
As long as he doesn't want someone to him, they won't be able to see him!
With a thought, double pupils on his eyes turned dark as Abyss. The formless sword coagulated out of thin air. Then, his haze penetrated the void, passed through deep layers of space, and scanned the entire church's far head. It appeared like a raw blueprint on his mind. Nothing can escape his double pupils, even the formations that prevent spying have all become ineffective.
There, he saw behind the altar of the statue, in a secret room, hundreds of people were imprisoned.
There was a huge cauldron where a priest, likely Howard's colleague, pushed a little girl towards the cauldron.
Inside was boiling ink like water. The little girl was crying and screaming, asking for help, but it fell on deaf ears.
The imprisoned ones had a listless, hollow look as they knew that their fate wouldn't be different from the little girl's.
The priest watched the little girl who tried to struggle.
"It's futile little girl. Your fate is to become a blood pill. Be honored! You will serve as nutrients for the ascension of chosen like me."
'What the hell is this? Is this church treating humans as livestock? Concerting them to the blood pill?'
'Just as I've thought, they're secretly up to something...'
'Priest Howard wasn't the only one. All of them are rotten to the core, acting on the light but their hearts are actually vile and disgusting like me.'
He had to admit he could do things like this for the sake of benefits when presented to himself. So he doesn't have the right to hypocritically judge their behavior. The only difference between them was he wouldn't deliberately do such things even though he knew it could benefit him.
If there's an alternative, he would choose those. Only if there's not would he be compelled to do so for benefits! Even then, he had to admit that it was quite a repulsive act.
Dylan waved his hand to the void; the formless sword blended into the layers of space. At this time, the little girl's resistance weakened, the priest was about to shove her head forcefully with a devilish grin.
Suddenly, a transparent, formless sword ran past the priest and cleaved his head like butter.
Blood splashed upwards and the priest's headless body fell inside the cauldron instead that was instantly converted to a red pill.
With a step, Dylan who was 700 meters away, appeared in the secret room. He looked at the horrified faces of people around and the little girl.
He waved his hand, the metallic shackles that bound them immobile shattered one after another.
"An immortal..." One of the victims seems to have recognized the situation and hurriedly bowed towards Dylan. "Ohh benevolent immortal. Thank you for saving us!"
Seeing this, the others also began to prostrate at Dylan with an excited look. An immortal! Actually immortal! He descended and saved them from their misery!
The little girl stared at Dylan's face."B-brother, are you a hero?"
Dylan looked back at the little girl who had grease and puddles of dirt on her cheeks. She looked at him with her big doe eyes.