The divine power continued to develop Allen's brain. The cool feeling opened up new horizons in his brain, making his mind clearer and more energetic. It felt like he was wearing an invisible crown of Ravenclaw, improving his memory, understanding, associating, and wisdom.
The stimulation brought about by the mind made his body more relaxed. Allen suppressed his power to reduce the conflict with the divine power. "If someone else came in … I think this person would be gone."
"The knowledge of gods is still a little dangerous. It can easily destroy a weak mind." Luna's lazy voice came. "If someone else came in, they wouldn't be able to …" She spoke faster and asked with some uncertainty. "Do you want to know more? I can feed you and you can understand it yourself … But just like the most profound power in the Netheril scrolls, I can't use it even if I understand it. This is more from the perspective of gaining knowledge, you can't use it. "Luna paused." It's useless. It's a little uncomfortable at first. Do you want to know more? "
"Of course, I'm a Ravenclaw …" Allen gave an affirmative answer. He frowned a little. He noticed that she had asked the same question twice, which was rare. There was uncertainty and expectation in her tone. "And as the husband of Ravenclaw, what's mine is yours, and you are mine … I naturally want to know more about you. Don't worry, I'll be with you."
Without any warning, as if she was afraid that Eren would change his mind, and as if she was afraid that she would change her mind, the knowledge and secrets of the gods poured into Eren's mind like a tsunami. Luna began to show Eren the feelings of a true god … Most of the information that was poured into Eren's mind was converted into words that Eren could understand. There were also some that used other senses and relied on Eren's imagination to describe to him.
However, a large amount of dizzying knowledge and inconceivable abilities interweaved in his mind, turning into a huge vortex. It only caused him to drift in these turbulent thoughts, and he could not understand them at all. However, the transformation of his brain was not over, and the knowledge that he found obscure and difficult to understand began to gradually become clear.
When the Divine Power had stopped transforming Allen's brain, the instilling of knowledge did not stop. It was just that the thoughts became more turbulent and began to try to deepen his understanding, reconciling this extremely small part of him with the complex and diverse existence. Some of the knowledge that he could not understand before was connected to each other and made him understand. But at this time, Allen could only accept it passively. His brain was like a huge pocket, stuffed full of knowledge and information.
However, although the knowledge related to the gods was stored in Allen's brain, it was only infused stiffly and had not been systematically sorted out and learned. It had not been transformed into personal knowledge for Allen. Just like the books in the library, he had them, but not learning them did not mean that he had mastered them. It would take a lot of time to fully learn and understand the knowledge and use it, and most of the knowledge was not used by Allen to transform into his own power.
When he finally got rid of the turbulent thoughts of knowledge and regained his consciousness, Allen only felt that his brain was a little bloated. The sudden influx of too much information made his brain unable to function, and he felt dizzy. When he calmed down, he realized that he had not gone far. He was now at the place where he had just stepped through the door, and the room in front of him was still a familiar scene. Luna was still lying on the bed where she usually rested.
The only thing that had changed in the room was that Luna, who was lying alone on the bed, had a completely different temperament from before.
Although her appearance and figure had not changed, just by lying there, she exuded an indescribable and irresistible charm. Her temperament was very sacred and majestic, which was obviously the effect of becoming a true god.
"Luna and Loina are no longer my true form …" Luna's protruding silver eyes fixed on Allen as she mocked herself. Then she saw that Allen's gaze on her became deliberately hot. "You can become whatever you want. Of course, you can also say that these are my true forms … "Her fingers casually twirled the strand of blonde hair on her cheek as she said in a brisk tone," Allen, you've earned it … "
Allen ignored Luna's teasing, and his gaze suddenly fell on her protruding abdomen. Just as he was about to ask about the child in Luna's belly, the corresponding content of the knowledge about gods that was previously instilled in his mind automatically emerged.
Allen's brows furrowed as he carefully read and understood this part of the knowledge in his mind. After a while, his tense shoulders relaxed, and he said in a joking tone of envy, "These two children are really lucky. They don't even need to use the elixir of immortality or the spell of immortality. They'll automatically become immortal once they reach adulthood."
"The benefits of your Chosen immunity aren't few either … You can explore and master them yourself when the time comes." Luna saw that Allen was completely awake, and her tone was a little smug. It seemed that she had learned to control herself and no longer lacked the liveliness she had at the beginning. "In order for you to be able to accept the knowledge of gods, I chose to greatly increase your intelligence." (Author's Note: As a mage, Elminster obtained the template of Mystra's Chosen after becoming the Chosen of the Goddess of Magic. It actually increased his constitution by 10 … So it was because he was the Goddess's lover …)
As she spoke, Luna directed the teapot to pour a cup of water. The transparent liquid turned dark brown in the air with its own bubbles. Allen could feel the effects of divine power. After the cup of water was transformed into coke, it became real coke. It didn't need magic to maintain the transformation.
Allen took the cup of coke and took a sip. The naughty little bubbles jumped and popped in his mouth. "It's basically the same if you don't add the flavor … Katy and the others can borrow your power?"
"The biggest difference between true gods and false gods is that they can grant their believers divine spells." Luna conjured a cup for herself and said casually, "It's a pity that this isn't a Rest Scroll … So I spent a little extra effort to make it up to you. Try using the Eye of Prophecy to see what it is."
The pupil of Allen's left eye shrank until only a small pupil was left in the middle, and the rest of the eye revealed a large white. He looked at the cup of cola in his hand and raised his pale eyebrows. Now, the Prophetic Eye was not like before, only able to see the greatest possibility of the future. Instead, like in the previous illusion, all the possibilities of this cup of cola, all the possibilities of the future, could be clearly seen by Allen along the vein.
It didn't matter if it was a magical mirror or a kettle in the room, or a table or chair without magical power. Even the hurried adepts outside the window could see the future they were in, the future they might be heading towards, and the future they had missed … Everything was clear.
And the final destination of all of these was basically annihilation. Allen looked back at Luna who was lying lazily on the lounge chair in the room. He couldn't see any signs on her body. These veins didn't appear, as if everything could be in this place.
"Gods can't predict each other's future. After you became my Chosen One, I helped you to block this." Luna glanced at Allen with her hazy eyes and sighed regretfully. "Now I can't see your brain at all … I'm not used to it."
"You can't see it? Oh … I can't see it … This is quite troublesome … I'm used to it. " The knowledge in Allen's mind made him understand the reason, but he was already used to Luna being able to see his thoughts directly. This kind of communication saved time and effort. He shrugged a little bitterly. "Let's deal with Death first. We can find a way to solve this problem later …" Thinking of Death, Allen's finger habitually knocked on the table. "There's no need for prophecy. Old Tom had already made his move last time. He must be secretly plotting something."
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