Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 445 - 63: Taking Without Giving
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Humanity is gradually transitioning from a primitive society to a civilized one, from the tribal era to the city-state era, and even the divine spirits are undergoing a dramatic change, with many mortal powerhouses harboring the ambition to become gods.
The Gleya before him is undoubtedly one of them, as a five-star gold-marked legendary powerhouse, Duncan felt the immense magic power hidden within her the moment he saw her!
In this era, even divine spirits are continually renewing and iterating.
The divine spirits of the ancient times are called Primordial Gods, many of whom gained their status through lineage, meaning their offspring were born to rule the mortal realm as gods.
The Bloodline Gods ruled humanity through the Dark Ages for tens of thousands of years.
With the dawn of civilization, a new type of divine spirits emerged in the fertile southern regions, known as the βGods of Faithβ, who were not born with the bloodline of Primordial Gods but instead rose to godhood by mastering a divine position and law through their efforts, supported by the faith of mortals.
With the emergence of the βGods of Faithβ, the primitive priests and shamans transformed into priests, a mutually beneficial process whereby mortals provided faith source power to the Gods of Faith, who in turn granted mortals the ability to wield magic.
The concept of divine techniques is still a fresh term, only used in very few places.
The appearance of the Gods of Faith brought about great change in the world, many mortal powerhouses saw the possibility of becoming divine spirits, leading numerous hidden legendary figures to attempt assembling their legendary myths and, through this, master some kind of divine position and law.
The old faction of Bloodline Gods also actively transformed, with some who became gods through lineage absorbing and digesting the power of faith, transitioning from Bloodline Gods to Gods of Faith.
Undoubtedly, Kod, the God of Strength, is among them.
For his legend has been very active over the past few centuries, spreading to other places, and even single-handedly promoting Hegel beside Duncan to gather a god-like heroic myth as a mortal of the concept of strength.
However, not all divine spirits are willing to adapt to the changes of the era.
Some Bloodline Gods have sat on their thrones for too long, not only failing to adapt to the changes of the era but also viewing the βGods of Faithβ as potential enemies, oppressing them, even waging war to eradicate their foundation of faith in the secular world.
This is one of the reasons for the constant warfare across various city-states during this era.
There is only one existence that cares neither for bloodline nor faith: the Primordial God, and some ancient gods that embody specific concepts whose existence is so old that, even if they do nothing, legends about them still circulate.
Of course, they are considered relics, and as long as they donβt threaten the βGods of Faithβ, no one disturbs them.
The emergence of churches and priests was driven entirely by the Gods of Faith.
The very foundation of all Gods of Faith is the βhumanβ race, as human society possesses the potential to embrace all transformations.
By comparison,
this is the Divine Sealing Era of the western realms, where the Primordial Divine Spirits gradually retreat backstage, and the powerhouses embarking on the path of divine sealing begin to take control of the worldβs laws and authorities!
Inside the treehouse.
The alluring and enchanting Gleya walked ahead, her full, moon-like hips captivating the eyes of the Barbarians. Hegel, however, appeared far more restrained than before, as he vaguely sensed that the witch before them was not simple, and if it came to a real fight, he might not be her match.
"This is the magic potion you need."
"Giant Power Potion!"
The beautiful witch pushed open a small room, her gaze falling on Hegel, and spoke slowly: "Itβs an alchemical potion I spent years formulating."
"Extremely valuable."
"I can give it to you, but what will you offer me in return?"
Upon hearing this beautiful witchβs words, everyone instinctively looked towards Duncan.
Unbeknownst to anyone, he had become the first choice of negotiator for the Barbarian Battle Group.
Initially, Duncan stood behind the group, as the Dragon Bloodline he was inscribed with had begun to take effect; when the witch first glanced at him, she detected a slight fluctuation of magic power. But now he could no longer hide, the people in front of Duncan cleared a path as if welcoming a central figure, and he suddenly stood in front of Hegel.
Even Hegel stood beside him unconsciously, for the Dwarvesβ magic weapons were indeed more useful than the junk given by the tribal shamans!
The great figure appears.
The alluring witchβs gaze sharpened instantly because, as a legendary witch, she could sense the presence of magic power, and something about Duncan felt off to her.
Barbarians are not skilled in magic, and a Barbarian shouldnβt possess the Wind of Magic.
Duncanβs human form still only had a tiny bit of mana bar, yet compared to other Barbarians, it was an impressive amount, at least two or three times theirs.
"Our brave and fearless battle is the best reward for you!"
As Duncan spoke, he immediately drew everyoneβs attention.
Even Hegel looked shocked, his mind unable to grasp such a complex issue, and he could only genuinely try to understand and learn something.
He had thought Duncan would purchase it, yet they were actually out of money.
All squandered away by brawls! Their possessions were all gone.
Hearing Duncanβs words, the beautiful witch before them was also momentarily stunned, then curled the corners of her mouth into a playful, seemingly amused expression, staring at Duncan as she said: "Are you suggesting I should give such a precious magic potion to you all for free?"
This Barbarian was quite audacious, rarely did one encounter a Barbarian so adept at speaking and negotiating.
"No."
Duncan shook his head slowly and said: "Not for free, but for mutual cooperation."
"It was just invented by you, wasnβt it?"
The witch Gleya nodded, her expression proud, lifting her snow-white voluptuous peaks and said: "Indeed. Only I can formulate such an alchemical potion in this land."
Gotcha.
Duncanβs expression remained calm as he spoke: "Yes."
"But people do not yet know its name, nor do they know of you who invented this magic potion."
"You are not the only wizard skilled in alchemy."
"If you donβt spread it quickly and let your reputation spread, maybe one day, another powerful wizard will invent a similar magic potion, and then he will become the legendary alchemy master."
Duncanβs tone changed slightly when he mentioned βlegendary.β
The glamorous witch also noticed and couldnβt help but deeply gaze at Duncan in front of her, having an illusion that her disguise was seen through by a barbarian.
Reputation, legend.
These are things she is eagerly pursuing because she has already felt the bottleneck of a mortal, making it difficult to advance further.
The current eraβs magic civilization does not support mortals relying on hard practice to become six-star or seven-star mages.
Although the eraβs ceiling is high.
However, mortalsβ research on magic is not yet deep enough, like lacking higher-level martial arts secrets. She is stuck at the strength of a five-star golden mark, forced to create martial arts herself.
Many strong individuals with divine spirit bloodline surpass this threshold directly relying on innate lineage, but for a mortal like her, itβs extremely difficult to move past.
The descendants of the divine spirit are born with a trace of law.
Hegel is a typical example, this guy inherently has a trace of the law of strength.
"We will make your name known!"
"Everywhere we go, we will spread your reputation and the powerful magic potion you developed."
"Whether youβre pursuing wealth, power, or something else."
Duncan slightly bowed his head as he said this: "You will need us."
"And it still needs real combat to verify, right?"
"Nobody is more suitable than us."
Duncanβs words completely silenced the glamorous witch in front of him. Her eyes sparkled slightly as she scrutinized Duncan, trying to see through him. These are obviously not words a barbarian could say. She mused: "Youβre right."
"I can give it to you."
Success.
But Duncan needed to take it a step further.
He raised his head, looking directly at Gleya before him, and slowly said: "Perhaps you can also provide us with some extra help."
"After all, this is a collaboration."
"If we could win a decisive victory, then your reputation would spread far and wide."
"We fight for glory all over the land."
"You also need a bit of legend."
"In the future, our footsteps will cover the entire continent, and the glory we win will also herald your legend."
In short, we are very skilled fighters, boss, put in a little extra money.
The glorious achievements we battle for also include a portion of your legendary level!
Duncan is aiming to take everything.
After all, the strength of other barbarians is a little weak, and some life-saving investment is needed to prevent these naive warriors from meeting their end.
The glamorous witch was a bit amused, her full bosom heaving slightly, but no one paid attention anymore. Those naive barbarians were staring wide-eyed in amazement at Duncan, not expecting him to be so eloquent, thinking if they knew he could speak so well, they should have sent him to negotiate earlier.
But calming down, Gleya couldnβt help but look pensive, scrutinizing the group in front of her. After pondering for a moment, she said: "I do know someone."
"She can be a great help to you."
After speaking, she took out an exquisite crystal bottle from the drawer, inside was a potion that changed to pink, and said softly: "She comes from the City of Roses in the south, a priest serving the Goddess of Love, possessing magic that heals diseases."
"She has always wanted a potion from me that can make someone fall in love with her."
"Take this to find her, she will help you deal with the giant."
Love potion?
Thereβs such a thing?
Duncan reached out to take it, his curiosity piqued. He glanced at it and then remained silent.
ββ"Love Potion (Alchemical Curiosity): A magical potion with mild hallucinogenic effects, it has aphrodisiac effects, and when used on a target, creates the illusion of love. Ineffective on targets with high constitution and willpower."
This is exactly what it sounds like.
Duncan carefully took it, to avoid accidentally breaking it. With a bunch of Great Han Dynasty warriors around, if someone got hit, it would be an awkward sight.
"Where is she?"
Hegel couldnβt help but ask.
Witch Gleya glanced at him, her gaze still fixed on Duncan, and said softly: "In a town under the hills, you will find her once you go."
"She likes to dress flamboyantly."
Saying this, she waved her hand: "Everyone else out, you, stay."
The glamorous witch stared at Duncan in front of her, her red lips slightly parted, and said: "I have some matters to discuss with you alone."
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