Darkness seemed to exist only for a moment, and darkness did not even descend on my keen nerves. I sat in the tavern, and everything was the same. The tavern was empty except for me and the owner, and I had a glass in my hand, and the unfinished wine was still in the glass. If I hadn't known about it early on, I wouldn't have even been aware that the power of the Supreme God had just been manifested in this vast land.

But in any case, I firmly believe that that terrible darkness has shrouded - and must have hung over it for a long time. The reason why it seems so ephemeral is that the whole thing has been thrown into the gap of the torrent of time by the giant hand of the supreme god, so we are not aware of the flow of time.

Moreover, I am even more convinced that there have been some subtle but profound changes in this world under the correction of the great power of the Supreme God.

As I took the last sip of ale from my glass, the space around me suddenly twisted subtly. The body of a Void Seeker dwarf revealed in the air. Soon, he successfully completed this journey through time and space, fully manifesting himself to me.

Seeing that I was already standing beside me, he smiled at me kindly and greeted me in a friendly way: "You came so early." Before I could open my mouth to respond, he had already scrutinized his attributes, and then shook his head with a little annoyance:

"Hey, sure enough, it was changed back. I knew I wouldn't have spent this unjust money in the first place. As he spoke, he took off the pair of "boxing gloves" he was wearing, shrugged helplessly at me, and scolded angrily: "***." I spent ten gold coins in vain to buy a useless level thirteen garbage equipment, and it was all scrapped all at once. ”

With that, he threw the glove on the table with all his might, not even bothering to look at it again—only the shops of the natives, who had never been picky about their customers, were willing to accept this kind of thirteenth-level junk, and they were only willing to pay a few dozen coppers at most. Presumably, this dwarf will not lack this little change, and he will not be happy to find himself.

I noticed that after he took off his gloves, his attributes did not change in the slightest.

The price of ten gold coins. This means that he must have snatched this tattered piece from the hands of some profiteer in our guild, and my honest heart will still feel a little ashamed of this. Standing next to him, I just felt uncomfortable. I'm afraid he'll see that I'm in the same league as the bad boy who sold him gloves - even though we all know that it's not a possibility.

I looked embarrassed and perfunctory with him for a while, saying a couple of nonsense like "I was cheated out of a sum of money too" and "It's so tricky" that even I didn't believe, and then I ran out of the tavern. The streets were empty. The vast majority of the Void Seekers hadn't yet arrived, and only the honest and almost wooden Primitives were still silently tending to their shops, waiting for the guests who would appear sooner or later. I felt a little uncomfortable with such a quiet street, and I looked at the empty street in a daze. Just when I didn't know where to go, a clear breeze suddenly blew in my face, blowing my mind clearly:

Oh. I haven't had time to take off my own boxing gloves.

I held out my hands. Intended to do God's will. Remove the gloves that are against the will of the gods.

But as I spread my hands, a hint of surprise immediately hit my mind:

Thankfully, I took a look at my own attributes before the Divine Power came; Thankfully, I have a good memory. Write down all the attributes; Thankfully, out of curiosity, I took a look at my own attributes before taking off my gloves, and thankfully, ......

All in all, I was surprised to find that my attributes hadn't changed in any way compared to before.

The Rattlesnake's Wind Splitter only has 170 ATK, which is 293 if I count my own hits. At this time, I found that my attack attribute was impressively written with the words "123+210". I've looked through my new helmet, belt, rings, accessories, and so on, and I didn't surprisingly find any damage to increase my attack power - that's an extra 40 damage, so it won't be pants plus.

Not only that, but my attack speed increase is far less than what is marked on this long sword, and the extra part is very consistent with the attack speed bonus of the boxing glove.

The best part is that in the past, when people wore that pair of boxing gloves, they would see the introduction of two pairs of gloves when they checked the attribute bar, and neither the boxing gloves nor the original armor gauntlets would be covered.

Now, when I spread out my palms, I could clearly see the boxing gloves on my hands, but when I checked my condition, I couldn't find any trace of them in the equipment slot. This fist that violates the laws of the gods is like a mysterious ghost in my hands, reaching a strange balance between "being" and "nothing", becoming a paradoxical existence.

I was a little confused, and I didn't know what was going on. But I soon realized what that meant - my attack power would always be one order higher than anyone else's! In the countless dangerous adventures I will face in the future, this little unknown advantage may be my last killer move, saving my life in the most critical moments. I felt as if I had been hit in the head by a piece of deliciously fluffy, sweet and delicious pie, and I couldn't resist picking a ready-made bargain, and my heart snickered with joy.

But soon, the excitement faded, my mind regained control of my thinking, and I began to try to think calmly about the possible consequences of this:

The special function of boxing gloves is an error that is not accepted by the gods;

As it turned out, the special effect of the boxing gloves had been eliminated by the divine power of the Supreme God;

The divine power of the Supreme God did not undo the special effect that the boxing gloves attached to me......

Anyone with a modicum of simple reasoning will easily find that a conclusion that chills my heart is about to come out:

Perhaps—just maybe. This is an assumption that I would never admit - perhaps, my existence was a mistake, and that I myself was a lonely soul beyond the acceptance of the Most High God.

What if this little difference of mine is accidentally discovered......

I was startled, crossed my hands, and immediately tried to peel the gloves off between my fingers. I was afraid, afraid that in the eyes of the gods, this imperceptible fist was a symbol of original sin that I could not get rid of; I fear that this little greed today will one day become evidence of my shame and bring me the punishment of the wrath of the gods.

But when my fingers touched the surface of the glove's leather, a bold question came to my mind: What did I do wrong?

From the first day I can remember. I followed the laws of the gods and lived in this vast and fertile land with an open mind. I am devout and respectful to the gods, and I am sincere and eager to treat people; We will do everything we can to help the weak, and we will be steadfast in our fight against the brutal.

Perhaps. I was far from being the kindest and most pious representative of the world, and in the eyes of the gods I was only a tainted mortal, humble and insignificant; But. In my heart, I have a samurai earth that pursues courage and justice, and I have never been ashamed to trample on the earth.

Gods, that

Is it true that the supreme beings above the Nine Heavens, which we cannot comprehend and fathom, will completely deny my soul because of my special existence? A godly heart. Is it really going to get dirty because of the different ways he exists? Will the wisest and greatest beings ignore a man's conduct and virtue and cause him to be punished for what he has never done?

No. I don't believe it! If we are to doubt even the wisdom and mercy of the gods. Then our faith is impossible to talk about. If I firmly believe that I am not at fault. Why use this method to escape and hide my differences?

I clenched my fists and grasped the gloves in my hands firmly. The idea of getting rid of them was completely dispelled. I decided to do what I believed was right, and let God's will test my judgment for the rest.

…… In addition, I have to admit that being able to secretly become stronger and take advantage of the opponent in battle is indeed a very tempting thing, and it is hard not to feel the secret in my heart......

After relieving the dilemma in my heart, I felt a sense of relief in my heart, and even my heartbeat was much lighter than usual. I felt that my whole body and mind were greatly uplifted, blessed by a great will that was solid and determined.

Faith, firm faith, that is something that can be sustained and relied on, so that your spirit can find a grip that can support in the hesitation, and soothe your panicked soul.

Every life needs its own faith, whatever it may be: gods, ideals, friendships, affections...... Even if you believe in an orange, as long as you are willing to believe, you will be happy.

Unfortunately, when I finally understood this, I didn't care whether I believed it or not......

Determined, I put aside the mood swings caused by boxing gloves for a while, and as instructed by the magical message, I picked up my parcel from the city postman, a batch of alchemical raw materials purchased with guild funds.

It seems that alchemist is indeed a relatively rare profession in life. Among the more than twenty members of our guild, I am the only alchemist in total, and there are many people in such professions as miners, pharmacists, and leather makers.

Compared to these other ordinary productive professions, alchemists are difficult and slow to learn and level up, and one of the main reasons is that practicing alchemy requires collecting a variety of different types of alchemy materials, from the common and obtainable lantern plants and rock ash, to the magical elements and star fragments that can only be obtained by chance by luck, and the materials involved in alchemy involve potions, cooking, and forging...... And so on and so forth, and generally speaking, the higher the level of the item refined, the more raw materials it needs, and the more precious, rare, and expensive it is.

It is undeniable that there may indeed be a high-level hermit in this world who is incomprehensible, and with my unimaginable talent and hard work, he has become an admirable high-level alchemist. According to common sense, they are either rich people on the rich side - they don't care about spending money on materials for alchemical research, which is very enviable; Either they are poor people with all the walls - they have poured all their money into the bottomless pit of alchemy, which is very sympathetic.

However, it is a pity that generally speaking, most of the rich people in their right mind will not engage in the money-burning profession of alchemist, and those who are in their right mind will never empty their pockets for the sake of practice and experimentation, which makes those high-level alchemists become the same as the supreme gods, the devils of the other world, the fetus in the mother's womb, and the perfect lover, something that has only been heard of but no one has seen.

Therefore, it is easy to understand why there are miners and cooks in their twentieth level all over the streets, and an alchemist like me who is only level eighteen is already very rare.

But now, the biggest difficulty has been easily solved by our esteemed Elder, and now the mountain of raw materials in my hands is enough to meet the needs of twenty or thirty of the highest level of alchemy that I know, which means that my alchemy level can at least be upgraded to the next level. I briefly estimated the price of these materials: if calculated according to the market price, this pile of things is probably worth the price of nearly 10,000 gold coins; Even if the vast majority of this was the inventory that other members contributed to the guild, I am afraid it would cost at least four or five thousand gold coins.

At this time, I couldn't help but glance again at the letter that our elder had sent me with the goods, which was a very short letter, with only one sentence:

When your alchemy level increases, you have to use the product to pay off your debts!

I couldn't help but smile wryly: our elder had a lot of faith in me, but I really couldn't see where her faith in me came from. So far, my alchemy skills have only been able to complete some of the most basic material processing, at best, for a small processing fee in the process of changing hands, and it is not as lucrative as risking monsters and selling loot. Expecting me to repay such a huge debt by alchemy—does she really think that I have the means to turn mercury and lead into gold?

Of course, this is not impossible, according to the basic principles of alchemy, as long as there is a particle collider powerful enough to shoot particles into or out of the interior of matter, forcibly changing the atomic composition of matter, even if it is a stone, I can turn it into a yellow, heavy 24K pure gold. According to the current state of the art of goblin industrial manufacturing, it will only take less than two thousand years to produce this kind of thing.

I don't mind waiting for that day with great anticipation, but the question is: will our esteemed Elder Miss Fei Yin be willing to wait that long.

Anyway, I plunged headlong into my alchemical studies. Following the recipes I had at hand, I succeeded in fusing a lot of metal ore into a pile of lighter and at the same time very tough alloys, and at the same time extracted a tougher plant fiber from the snake vine, which could be used to sew stronger armor instead of copper wire. By the time I had done all this, my alchemy level had also risen to level twenty.

For alchemy, level 20 is another difficult threshold to cross. After I reached this level, I realized that no matter how many items I crafted, all the previous recipes could no longer improve my alchemy skill experience.

This happened once after I reached level 5 in alchemy, and from then on, simple refining and elementary refining to change the appearance of items were no longer able to improve my skills, until I learned to use the refined items to craft telescopes, and I mastered the method of making alloys.

It seems that if I want to take my alchemy further, I am afraid that I will have to find an updated alchemy formula first.

Anyway, the materials at hand were almost exhausted, so I stopped refining myself, and happened to find that the longbow shooting sun was also there, so I sent him a message asking where he was - these alloys that I had just refined were of no use to me, but in the hands of this dwarven weaponmaker, they could play an even greater role.

Soon I received a reply from him: "I'm in the Holy City, I can improve my weapons!" ”