"Training is too slow. Let's take the past month as an example. Other than fighting deviant ghosts, I've been training. Even when I'm on the sled bus, I've been silently channeling my meditation technique. By right, my meditation technique's level should be high enough, but my magic power hasn't increased at all. "
The dwarf's face was filled with despair. "This isn't the most despairing thing. When I asked Pogba, Tam, and other normal wizards, they were all envious of my Targaryen bloodline. They said that I have extraordinary talent and that in fifty years, I'll be one of the top wizards in the west.
The distance between a top wizard in the west and a Demigod is infinite.
Then, they met Jon Stark and said that he's already the top wizard in the west. Jon's training for a day is equivalent to my training for a few months.
Why?! "
Danny glanced at him and said, "You've been modified by the Dragonworm and fused with the Dragonworm bloodline. Indeed, your talent is better than ordinary people. But you'd better not compare yourself to Stark's family. "
"Why can't I compare myself to them? I know that their family is favored by the old gods, but I'm not ordinary either. I have a sister who's a god, what does he have?
Also, even Sansa's talent is better than mine. It's too unfair. "The dwarf was unwilling to give up.
"What's so unfair about that? You were a Muggle before. You don't have the talent to become an Extraordinaire at all." Danny said disapprovingly.
"But do you know what I've been through? Jenny … "The dwarf waved his arms unconsciously and said agitatedly," In order to obtain the Dragonworm's body, I paid such a huge price.
Jon and Sansa have never suffered much. They're born with such good talent. It's not fair! "
"You're unlucky. You're not suitable for training. You're already blessed by the Seven Gods to have such achievements now." Danny said.
"Alright, I'm not someone who only knows how to complain. Now that I've come to you, I'm willing to risk my life for my future."
Tyrion looked at the Dragon Queen full of hope, and said: "My request is not high, just like Bran and Matthew. Let me join the Seven Gods Pantheon, and confer me the title of Demigod Archangel, what do you think?"
Danny said, "I have decided to send Matthew to the Eastern Land to spread the teachings of the Seven Gods. In order to ensure that he succeeds in spreading my teachings, I have specially prepared three apprentices to help him. If you want, I can let you join us. "
"Make Saint Matthew my disciple? I'm afraid that's not very good. My understanding of the Bible is definitely not as good as his, "the dwarf said in embarrassment.
"No, you will be his disciple."
"Wasn't I the leader? Entering the court without haste, worshipping without fame, and walking with a sword in the palace. "The dwarf was stunned.
"Today is different from the past. There are only a thousand years of searching for opportunities, but opportunities do not wait for people. You don't even understand this logic? "Danny said coolly.
"Can I go in through the back door?" the dwarf asked.
"You are already on your way. The candidates for the teaching team have been confirmed. You are the transfer student who went in through the back door."
The dwarf rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "You know that I was the Hand of the King in my early years, right? I spent a lot of effort to rope in Tyrell and Martell, appease Lysa in the valley, and in order to protect the King's Landing, I even put on my armor and went to the battlefield myself. I almost died in the Blackwater River.
Such outstanding achievements, but in the end, my father took the fruits of my peaches.
Everyone sang his praises, boasting about his great achievements in quelling the Rebellion of the Four Kings, and gave all my credit to him. But I lay alone in a dark corner, quietly recovering from my injuries, forgotten by everyone. "
Danny understood his unspoken words and said coldly, "You want to be the Tywin of the teaching team?"
"No, you don't have to be so exaggerated. It's just …" The dwarf smiled awkwardly. "Can you give me more credit?"
"I look down on you more and more now. Greedy for life, afraid of death, unrighteous in the face of profit, without integrity, without honor. You are gradually living the life you used to hate the most." Danny sighed.
Tyrion was stunned for a long time, and sighed. "Compared to before I killed my father, I have indeed changed a lot. But someone who can even kill my father, how noble do you expect him to be? Didn't you choose me to go to the Barbarian Land to preside over the situation because of my shamelessness? "
"You are shameless and reasonable? How shameless! "
"Alright, pretend I didn't say anything. You distribute according to your contributions." The dwarf took a deep breath and asked, "Who is in the teaching team?"
.....
The dwarf met the first person who came to seek the scriptures … Oh, no, it was the teaching team in the cultivation room in the backyard of the Holy Church in the Fairy City.
The stone tower was built with white marble, and the square room was 30 square meters. There were no furnishings inside, and the entire stone room only had a bowl-sized skylight on the wall two meters above the ground.
This place was darker than darkness. Stepping into it, it was as if he had entered another world. It was a grayish black, and the space was unstable. The air was so strange that the dwarf felt suffocated.
Everything in front of him was grayish black, as if he was standing on the surface of the sea, moving with the waves. He could not breathe through his nose and mouth, as if the air had frozen. It was uncomfortable to be suffocated, but he could smell the stench of rotting corpses.
Perhaps, it was not the smell of his nose, but the touch of his soul.
"Where, is, this?" He closed his mouth and shouted.
His soul was separated from his body, but they overlapped. His body was muddled, and his soul was looking left and right, shouting loudly. It was a very strange state.
"This is the shadow of the real world. Because after a person dies, their soul will slowly decay here, so it is also called the World of Death."
Danny appeared beside him. The surroundings were still grayish, but there was no longer the feeling of standing on the waves. His soul and body were separated into two. Other than the smell of decay in the air, he no longer had difficulty breathing, and there was no longer the stench of rotting corpses.
"Actually, the World of Death is a very subjective name," she said as she led him forward.
The room was only a few meters wide, but Tyrion felt that he had walked very, very far. A few kilometers, a few hundred kilometers. He crossed mountains and seas, and passed by deserted castles. He was very familiar with many of the sceneries. The mountains of the Western Region, the cities of the Western Region, he could clearly tell which family the castle belonged to.
Then, the two of them came to the plains of the Trident River, and he saw Arya.
It was unexpected, but natural.
When he saw Arya, he naturally guessed that Arya would be one of the preachers who assisted Saint Matthew. But seeing Arya like this in this kind of situation, Tyrion was very surprised.
Arya was in a forest.
The trees were like the thin fingers of the Grim Reaper, piercing straight into the sky. In the dark forest, an expressionless girl was holding a giant scythe that was taller than she was. Her body flashed like lightning, graceful and agile. Like chopping wood, she slashed across the bodies of dull black figures who were missing arms and legs. The figures turned into black fog and were sucked into the black scythe.
"How did we come here? What is she doing? "Tyrion was surprised.
Danny said, "This is the World of Death, the country of the Stranger. Distance is meaningless. Only souls and mental projections come here. I am a mental projection, your soul has left your body, and Arya's soul has also left her body.
You don't have the power of death, and you can keep your mind clear because you are standing beside me.
And Arya is the Goddess of Vengeance under the Stranger, and also the Grim Reaper. Other than the Stranger and the Three-Eyed Crow, she has the highest authority in the World of Death in the Westeros.
Now, we are in the Forest of Babbles. Do you still remember the battle of the War of the Four Kings, the battle that made Robb famous?
Many people died back then. In the era without the Stranger, their souls could only enter the World of Death. Just like corpses rotting in the material world, the undead rotted in the World of Death.
Now, Arya is cleaning up the undead that have not completely rotted. This kind of trivial matter is a waste of time for the Stranger, but for Arya, it is a good opportunity to train the power of the Grim Reaper. "
"Arya is the Goddess of Vengeance?" the dwarf muttered.
"Strictly speaking, she is the Angel of Vengeance, the Stranger's subordinate god. She can borrow the Stranger's power of death without limit, and her job is revenge and slaughter," Danny explained.
Tyrion smiled bitterly. "What kind of punishment is this? It is clearly a reward. She has already become a god."
"This is the punishment. One day, when you can look at this problem from the perspective of a god, you will find that the punishment now is worse than being beheaded," Danny said with certainty.
"Her oath of loyalty to the Stranger is not ten years or a hundred years, but eternity. If she can live for ten million years, she must serve the Stranger, the Westeros, and the human race for ten million years.
No matter how many people she has killed in the past, she will save billions of people in the future. No matter how much suffering she has brought to the world, she will compensate billions of times for the world's beauty.
A million years later, when people talk about the Great Trial of Fairy City again, they will express the deepest and most sincere sympathy for the Goddess of Vengeance, Arya.
Because, to her, the journey of atonement will never end.
You may say that there is something wrong with being a god, but she is not a god with independent will. She has no freedom and no hope of transcendence.
"How about this, I will tell you a story. A long time ago, there was a goblin called Wukong. He was the leader of the barbarians in a wild area with beautiful mountains and rivers, and he was free and unfettered.
The world's strongest god, Tathagata, noticed Wukong and felt that this goblin could be cultivated. Through a series of schemes, he made him commit a serious crime, used absolute power to suppress him, and forced him to help spread the teachings of the Bible.
In the end, Wukong completed his mission and spread the Bible to the Eastern Lands.
Tathagata was delighted. Not only did he confer him the title of the strongest battle god under his command, he also made him the Grand Duke of the World Empire.
But all the gods, and even mortals, pitied Wukong's experience. They felt that he had received the greatest punishment in the world, living like a dog. "
"Do you understand?" she asked.
The dwarf shook his head and said in disbelief, "From a goblin to the strongest battle god under the strongest god, from a barbarian tribe leader to the Grand Duke of the World Empire, how is this punishment? I want as many such punishments as there are, the more the better. "
"You don't have enough foresight! Use your brain, would the main god, Tathagata, make a losing deal? "Danny shook her head and sighed softly.
"This …" The dwarf's expression froze. He glanced at Arya who was killing hundreds of Undead and nodded. "Indeed, I don't have enough foresight. The main god, Tathagata, must have a request. What can you get? What did she lose? "
"She lost her future, she lost the chance to transcend. I got her, just like Stark got the direwolf," Danny said.
"She's your … dog?" Tyrion's face twisted.
"A dog?" Danny sneered. "Don't you know the difference between Sansa without a wolf and Stark with a wolf?"
The dwarf seemed to understand something and asked again, "What's the chance to transcend?"
"Wukong's cultivation potential is as strong as the main god, Tathagata, or even stronger. He originally had the chance to surpass Tathagata.
But once he becomes Tathagata's vassal god, even if he creates a new Song of Laws, the glory will still belong to the main god.
It's like a general fighting bloody battles on the battlefield, opening up new territory, and finally conquering the entire enemy country, but the newly opened land belongs to the king.
The general can only receive an uncertain amount of rewards based on the king's wisdom and kindness, or in other words, leftovers. "
Tyrion was horrified and looked at Danny with fear. "Have you been plotting against Arya all this time? Just like how Tathagata plotted against Wukong, is Casterly Rock City a sin prepared for her? "
Danny sneered. "If she's Wukong, then I'm Tathagata's grandmaster. If I have the time to plot against her, I might as well use that time and energy on my own cultivation.
Moreover, she has already reserved the position of Stranger, I don't need to plot against her. "
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