One Hundred Ways to Become a God

He Yan woke up in a haze of water vapor.

Against the cold pool wall behind him, in front of his eyes was a wave of steaming water, and when he lowered his head, he could still see his naked body.

This should be a pampered body, with white, greasy and tender skin, as if it could be injured with a light pinch, and the color of some parts is also very light and pink.

He should be naked now... taking a bath?

He raised his eyes and looked around. This bathroom is large in size and unique in style. The background color of the entire room is pure and flawless white, and golden colored lines are used to outline delicate and atmospheric pictures at the corners. , telling the past, the immortal glory that belongs to God, full of holy and magnificent atmosphere.

"Your Highness Cecil," a servant knocked on the door, with a hint of urgency in his respectful tone: "It's almost time, do you need me to go in and change your clothes?"

While quickly reading the plot that appeared in his mind, He Yan rejected the attendant's proposal with the unique cold voice of this body: "No, I'll be fine right away."

What he traveled to this time was a continent dominated by kingship and theocracy, an era where humans and magical creatures coexisted.

The embodiment of royal power is the kingdom of Teresa, the nominal ruler of this continent, and the embodiment of theocracy is the Holy See of Light at all levels throughout the entire continent.

The Holy See of Light has formed a complete system with the central Holy See located in Shifer as the center of power and the local Holy See scattered across the continent as nodes.

Since the Goddess of Light ascended to the throne of the High God in the Battle of Gods 900 years ago, and established the first Holy See of Light on this continent, the Holy See of Light has been growing at a terrifying speed, and has been formed up to now. A force that cannot be underestimated.

Even the royal family has to fear three points of the Holy See.

The supreme ruler of the Holy See of Light is the Pope. He is the master of the Central Holy See and the only person on the entire continent who can directly receive orders from the Goddess of Light.

Further down are the cardinals, who are selected and appointed by the pope, enjoy the right to elect the pope according to law, and are also strong contenders for each pope.

There are patriarchs, chief bishops, and purple-clothed bishops with lower ranks... but those are all affiliated to the local Holy See and not included in the power center of the Central Holy See.

In addition to these bishops with many classes, there is another special existence in the Holy See: the Holy Son.

In terms of status, the Holy Son is under the Pope, but he is more noble than the Red Clothes. At the same time, he also has the same right to compete for the Pope's position. The Holy Son who loses the competition will automatically become a Cardinal. Take office and obey the orders of the new pope.

When the new Pope succeeds to the throne, he will follow the instructions given by the Goddess of Light, select new children from the mainland, and cultivate them as the heirs of the Holy See.

Because they are selected according to the "God's will", the candidates for the Holy Son are not fixed. Sometimes they will be the heirs of the royal family and noble families, and sometimes they may be teenagers from the slums. One thing that will never change is that their bodies have a very high affinity for the power of light, and they are good seedlings who are born to practice light magic.

And the body he wore this time was the holy son selected by the Holy See this time, Cecil, a young man from a declining noble family.

And today is "Advent Day", which is the most important festival of the Holy See of Guangming. As the Holy Son, he has to bathe and cleanse his body and groom his appearance to participate in the "Advent Day" celebration.

Today, 900 years ago, the Goddess of Light, who had just attained a high Godhead, descended on this continent and sowed the first seed of light here. This is the origin of "Advent Day".

Every year since then, the Holy See of Light will hold a grand celebration to convey the loyalty and love of being a believer of Light to the Goddess of Light in a higher plane.

If you are lucky, the Goddess of Light will perform miracles on this day to express her love for the majority of believers on this continent.

Unfortunately, it has been 30 years since the Goddess of Light has not made an appearance at the Advent celebrations.

"Whoa-"

Relying on his strong mental strength, he took a rough look at the situation in more than ten seconds. He Yan stood up from the bath, stepped on the steps and walked up. On the steps, I wet the edge of the bathtub, and my long wet hair stuck to my back.

He used a simple little spell to dry his hair, picked up a white towel from the towel rack next to the bath to wipe off the water droplets on his body, and then, according to the steps Cecil remembered, put the white towel on the side After putting on the robe, I opened the bathroom door.

The attendant guarding the door was a very handsome young man. When he finally came out, the expression on his face relaxed visibly to the naked eye, and he quickly said: "Your Highness Cecil, please follow me, let us help you again. Pack up, so that you can meet the Goddess of Light in the most perfect condition."

According to Cecil's usual character, He Yan nodded indifferently to the attendant, and followed him into another room.

There were five or six attendants who had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw him coming in, they gently pressed him on the chair, busy and orderly grooming him.

Someone bends down and deftly braids his long hair, someone kneels on the ground and carefully handles the folds of his clothes, and someone is busy beside him holding incense...

He Yan moved his eyes slightly, looking at his new body from the huge mirror in front of him.

This is a young man with black hair and black eyes - this kind of appearance is very rare in Deland.

The continent of Deland is a continent with a very rich variety of creatures. In addition to humans, there are also various strange creatures such as elves, dwarves, and orcs.Not mentioning other races, only human beings have very complex divisions. According to the blood of ancestors, they are divided into many branches. In the evolutionary history of thousands of years, countless branches have been born.

The hair color and pupils of Cecil are pure black, which is a very ancient branch - the characteristics of the double black race. As time goes by, the number of people in this branch is getting rarer and rarer. , can hardly be seen anymore, and the only remaining line now is the declining noble family that Cecil was born in.

The reason for the gradual decline of this bloodline is simple and cruel.The Deland Continent is a place that respects strength, and countless years of examples have shown that the blood with black hair and black eyes is the worst type of magical talent on the entire continent, so for the sake of the aptitude of future generations, almost no one will choose Combined with this ancient blood.

So when the Holy See announced that Cecil, who was under ten years old, was elected as the Holy Son eight years ago, it caused a lot of discussion in the entire empire, and many people questioned the Holy See's decision.

However, the Pope made it clear that Cecil was the person instructed by the Goddess of Light in the oracle, and in the subsequent aptitude test, Cecil did indeed show a very high affinity for the power of light, and these voices of doubt gradually disappeared.

In addition, during the eight years of being the Holy Son, Cecil has always performed very well in various tasks in the Temple of Light. Everyone believed that there might be some unknown mutations in Cecil's blood. , or maybe the Shuanghei clan finally waited for the favor of the gods. In short, he is indeed qualified to assume the position of the holy son.

The attendant who braided his hair let down his long hair, got up and adjusted it a little, and the last step of grooming was completed.

He Yan got up from the seat, carefully checked his appearance through the mirror, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he was surrounded by the attendants and walked out of the room.

If nothing else, Cecil's appearance is indeed very good. He has a delicate face and a slender figure. Although he is a bit thinner than people on this continent because of his blood, his shape is excellent and his proportions are excellent. It's also close to perfection.

Although the family he was born in has declined, the accumulated family background of thousands of years still allowed him to receive an orthodox and good noble education since he was a child. His demeanor seemed cold and holy, and no matter where he looked at it, he was especially in line with the title of "Son of Light".

Guided by his attendants, he stepped into a carriage with the logo of the Holy See of Light. The monsters raised by the Holy See of Light galloped all the way, and drove him with great momentum to the Guangming Square where the Advent celebration was held. Pedestrians could be heard cheering.

The Goddess of Light has an extremely large number of believers in the Teresa Continent. Most of the citizens of the Teresa Empire, including His Majesty the King himself, are believers of the Goddess of Light. Therefore, it can be said that "Advent Day" is a national grand festival.

As the Holy Son of Light, Cecil usually behaves particularly holy and fraternal, so he still has a high degree of favorability among the people. On such a special festival, the people can't hide their excitement when they see the carriage of the Holy Son of Light .

Not long after, the carriage stopped at Guangming Square.

An attendant lifted the curtain, greeted him respectfully from the carriage, and guided him from the steps on the side to the grandstand in the center of the square.

The Pope wore a white coat and hat that was very similar to him, and the moment he saw him, a trace of kindness appeared on his solemn and dignified face.

He Yan greeted him with a big gift to his elders, "Happy Advent Day, Father."

The Pope also means "father" in the old saying, and each Holy Son is nominally raised by the Pope himself, so in order to express intimacy, the Holy Son usually calls the Pope "Father" affectionately.

It's just that they all know each other well, and the relationship between them is definitely not as close and friendly as a father and son who are truly connected by blood.

The Pope accepted his salute, with a satisfied smile on his face, and replied calmly.

"Good Advent, my child."

Controlling himself not to show any expressions he shouldn't have, He Yan looked away from the Pope, and his attention was attracted by a person who was walking towards here.

It was a tall adult man, wearing a white-gold knight outfit, with perfect body proportions, blond hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional and profound facial features, and very charming deep-set eye sockets. He was a typical appearance of a nobleman in Deland, just like a handsome god in mythology. Just ordinary, every gesture exudes an elegant yet masculine hormonal aura that fascinates noble girls.

This is the head of the holy knights of the Holy See, Ambrose.Ed, a high-ranking nobleman, a man standing at the top of the Holy Knight Order, is also the dream lover of countless girls in the Teresan Empire.

However, only He Yan, who had known Ambrose's true identity in advance, knew that all these elegance and charm were fake. Once the true face of the head of the Paladin was revealed, the entire Teresa Empire would probably be greatly shaken.

"Your Excellency, Holy Son," the disguised head of the Holy Knights knelt down on one knee in front of him, and politely extended his right hand to him, saying hello politely: "Good Advent Day."

Although he was not used to such intimate etiquette, in order not to show his feet in front of the Pope, He Yan followed the etiquette and put his right hand in his palm.

Ambrose held the beautifully shaped white palm, which was a circle smaller than him, and the bright red and soft lips fell gently on the back of his hand, but there was no trace of warmth. , about the metaphor of the article "The Serpent's Kiss".