<h4>Chapter 482 Chapter483-Creating Gods</h4>


    After hesitating for a few seconds, N checked the status of the buffs on herself


    and reapplied a few spells whose durations were almost depleted before she began channeling mana into the matrix.


    Regardless of whaty behind this matrix, she had to take a look.


    She didn''t believe the clown mask''s true dwelling was here; the absence of any material rted to the Eternal me cult made it unlikely that this was the residence of a key stronghold leader.


    The matrix activated smoothly under the stimulus of mana, the entire process bolstering N''s confidence significantly.


    Clearly, if the matrix hadn''t been used for a long time, it wouldn''t have activated this smoothly.


    The maintenance level of a matrix directly affects its responsiveness and activation speed, a piece of knowledge every magus should remember.


    With a flicker of white light, N reached out to grasp the immobilized clown mask, and in an instant, both figures vanished from the smallpartment.


    ...


    After a brief moment of dizziness, N felt the solid ground beneath her feet, as the blinding white light in front of her gradually dissipated.


    The room was silent except for the ssic ticking of a seat clock going "tick-tock, tick-tock."


    Surveying her surroundings, N found herself in avishly decorated room, spanning over a hundred square meters, resembling a study.


    A heavy carved wooden door was firmly shut, and the floor was covered with a delicate fur carpet.


    Behind a two-meter-long desk, a high-backed chair bore a white robe that looked strikingly familiar to N.


    That was the uniform of the administrative staff of the adventurer''s guild!


    Was this the adventurer''s guild?


    The leader of a key stronghold of the Eternal me was hiding inside the adventurer''s guild!


    N''s gaze continued to wander, scanning the room before settling back on the clown mask.


    If she weren''t worried about meeting her own doom upon releasing him, she would have been curious to see what facey beneath that ostentatious clown mask.


    But regardless of his identity, this was a huge scandal for the adventurer''s guild!


    The guild, which prided itself on working towards the peace of the continent, was harboring a key figure of a cult.


    N could already imagine what the headlines would be once this was exposed.


    Shaking her head, N began to search the room.


    Since the clown mask dared to hide the teleportation matrix to the Eternal me''s underground stronghold within the adventurer''s guild, other information about the Eternal me was likely also present here.


    Such important and sensitive materials couldn''t possibly be carried by the clown mask at all times; if caught, he would have no chance of disentangling himself.


    Yet, it was also improbable that he would keep them too far away.


    How could he feel secure if it wasn''t under his immediate watch?


    Thinking it over, this office, whose exact floor in the Rodel branch guild N didn''t know, seemed the most fitting ce!


    Hiding something in such a semi-private space was all too easy.


    Given the clown mask''s status that afforded him such an office here, it was likely no one would dare to rummage through his things, emboldening him to boldly set up the teleportation matrix to the underground stronghold here as well.


    Sure enough, N quickly found something intriguing on the bookshelf.


    A thick bundle of parchment, appearing to be a roll of blueprints, was hidden inside a hollowed-out Spirit Church scripture.


    Had N not keenly noticed the anomaly with that particr scripture, it might have easily been overlooked.


    Even if you''re not a follower of the Spirit Church, you shouldn''t be cing their scripture amidst entertainment novels, right?


    All the books on the shelf were urately categorized, making this scripture stand out oddly.


    Driven by curiosity, N picked it up and flipped through it, discovering the hidden blueprints.


    Was the clown mask not afraid of someone discovering his hiding spot?


    Did he not have any friends here, or had he deliberately camouged it?


    N wasn''t familiar with the specific details of the Rodel branch guild, so even though she knew the clown mask was a high-ranking official there, she couldn''t pinpoint his exact identity.


    Returning to the desk, N carefully unrolled the parchment.


    It appeared to be a design of some sort, yet it was entirely different from any blueprints N had seen before.


    In her experience, blueprints always featured various scales and annotations, detailing the processing methods and purposes of eachponent, and even the basic design philosophy would be noted.


    However, this design was not like that.


    On the parchment, N saw simple images, a few vague impression drawings and sketches, along with some scales and several disparateponents, most of which resembled something akin to signage.


    What stood out wereplex equations, incredibly intricate ones!


    Almost all the equations were directly or indirectly rted to the maniption of mana, foundational tools for analyzing magic spells, something every magus should master.


    However, N had never seen so many equations on a seemingly straightforward design n.


    The impression drawings on the design didn''t seem to depict a spell matrix or any magical device.


    Moreover, even with N''s solid foundation, she couldprehend less than a third of the equations on the paper.


    She couldn''t figure out what these equationsbined to form; some didn''t even seem to belong to a single category.


    N attempted to deduce from one corner of the paper but couldn''t proceed after covering less than a quarter of it.


    Theplex equations led to a logical dead end after deduction!


    "What exactly is this?"


    N ruffled her hair, deciding to skip the first two sheets and directly examine theter parts detailing theponent processing, specifically the instructions for processing the rune-engraved signage.


    Here, atst, N found what a standard design n should contain.


    From the processing techniques to the equipment used for manufacturing, including the design rationale and specific applications, everything was clearly outlined on the paper.


    But then...


    "Gods?"


    After unraveling the logic and thought process behind the design, N discovered that the chaotic designs surprisingly led to an inconceivable goal.


    The Eternal me cult was attempting to materialize their deity!


    These madmen had somehow obtained basic theories on the nature of mana and had managed to rify their ideas, organizing them into this design n.


    A blueprint for the creation of gods.


    N felt as though she was witnessing the delirious ravings of lunatics; not even in her most absurd dreams had such a scenario appeared.


    Mana is indeed a fundamentalponent of the world, but that does not mean humans can shape gods through it.


    This is a taboo! Not because of a fear of gods, but because this very act leads to destruction.


    A transcendent and uncontroble being is more likely to bring disaster, not just power.


    "Madmen! A bunch of madmen!"


    N narrowed her eyes, re-reading the design n, thoroughly understanding the Eternal me cult''s line of thought.


    They nned to use mana, the essence of the world, not through a human body or any life form, but by directly condensing mana.


    Then, through aplex rune matrix, they aimed to create an artificial soul, injecting it into a body entirelyposed of mana.


    Regardless of the likelihood of sess, this n could potentially devastate Rodel, whether it seeded or not.


    N noted that in the proportional weight between the mana body and the artificial soul, the Eternal me cult had opted to inject far more mana than the forms would bnce to ensure the body''s stability.


    Whatever was ultimately created, that excess mana wouldn''t just vanish; influenced by the world, it would decay, releasing staggering amounts of energy.


    This energy could even surpass that of a top-tier level 1 magus, reaching the capabilities of a special-level magus, and easily obliterate the entirety of Rodel.


    The madmen of the Eternal me cult were obviously prepared to make sacrifices, but all the people of Rodel would pay for their irrational and insane ideas.


    The rune signage currently being rushed into production in the underground stronghold serves as containers for storing condensed primal mana.


    From the design ns, N understood that the artificial soul had actually beenpleted a while ago.


    Once there were enough containers, they would proceed to the final step of their n, merging the mana body with the artificial soul.


    This was the "ceremony" the clown mask mentioned.


    A ceremony to wee the arrival of a new god!


    "What to do!" Staring at the ns on the desk, N was at a loss for the first time.


    There seemed to be no way to resolve the situation now; the rune signage would begin to actively absorb mana once created.


    A single rune signage might not hold much, but the effect of their numbers could lead to a qualitative change.


    Even the current number of umted rune signage was enough to destroy Rodel.


    Destroying the rune signage would still release the mana.


    And the spellbeasts and wild beasts outside the city were drawn by the mana contained within the rune signage.


    Whether beast or spellbeast, primal mana is incredibly valuable to them; obtaining it might elevate their species, transforming mere beasts into spellbeast subspecies or even full spellbeasts.