The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend-Chapter 390 - Saintess Club

After seizing the armory, the slaves finally gained the means to rebel against the gnomes. They started rescuing fellow slaves from the surrounding regions. As their numbers swelled, however, the demand for food grew urgent.

Han Wu surveyed their supplies and realized they had barely enough to last two days. If more slaves joined, the rations would stretch only a single day. As their god, he needed to act quickly to prevent starvation among his followers.

He searched other areas but found no additional provisions. The gnomes proved far crueler than he had anticipated. To tighten their control, they had deliberately stockpiled only minimal food and daily necessities in the mine. This ensured that any rebellious slaves would struggle to sustain themselves.

The gnomes’ strategy was simple: block the exits, trap the slaves inside, and let hunger sap their strength. Within days, the rebels would be too weak to fight, and some might even starve to death. Only then would the gnomes need to send in a small contingent of stronger warriors to crush the rebellion.

Recognizing this plan, Han Wu grew even more determined to save the slaves. He selected ten of the most loyal and strongest among them to form a vanguard. This team would lead the charge and break through the gnomes’ defenses outside the mine.

The ten slaves, armed to the teeth, followed Han Wu toward the cave’s exit. They hadn’t even reached it when angry gnome bellows erupted, followed by several bombs hurled into the corridor.

The gnomes had anticipated their approach. The moment they saw the group, they threw bombs to block their escape. Han Wu’s clone was too weak to withstand the blasts directly, but he still had his Divine Skill.

His Thirty-Six Martial Castes allowed him to transform into any of thirty-six specialized units. One of them would be perfect for this moment. He shifted into the Thunder Sparrow, a unit faster than a Dark Curse Bug and far stronger as well. He needed both speed and power now.

The bombs exploded, sending clouds of dust billowing through the corridor. The gnomes peered inside to see if the slaves had survived, but the dust obscured everything.

Suddenly, a streak of lightning cut through the haze. The gnomes quickly ignited another bomb and tossed it into the corridor, but Han Wu was already airborne, evading the blast. Channeling his lightning, he struck the four gnomes guarding the exit. All of them went down, stunned by his attack.

Han Wu was about to call the ten slaves forward when a muscular figure caught his eye. As he studied the opponent, he immediately reconsidered. It was a gnome with a class—a Gnome Warrior. It was slightly taller than typical gnomes, but its aura far surpassed even the armed giant gnomes Han Wu had faced before.

The Gnome Warrior met his gaze, and in an instant, it vanished. A sharp blade suddenly lunged at Han Wu. At the last possible moment, he transformed instinctively into a light spirit composed of pure elemental energy.

The blade sliced through him, splitting his body in two, yet the Gnome Warrior recoiled in confusion. Its strike felt strange, as if it hadn’t passed through flesh. Before its eyes, Han Wu’s halves merged seamlessly back into one.

The light spirit was not inherently strong, but its unique composition rendered it immune to physical attacks. No matter the speed or power of the Gnome Warrior’s strikes, Han Wu remained untouchable.

Refusing to accept this, the Gnome Warrior attacked again and sliced Han Wu into multiple pieces. Still, Han Wu reassembled himself in moments.

Han Wu did not remain passive. Occasionally, he unleashed arrows of light that pierced the Gnome Warrior with each shot. After thirty relentless minutes, the Gnome Warrior’s body was riddled with wounds from Han Wu’s light arrows.

Due to severe blood loss and the relentless fighting, the Gnome Warrior finally fell. After slaying the strongest opponent, Han Wu maintained his transformation and, alongside the ten slaves, eliminated the remaining gnomes.

Soon, they secured the mine’s exit. Word of their victory spread quickly among the other slaves, who had long toiled in darkness, and they seized the chance to escape. For the first time in years, they saw sunlight. Some of them even advanced to Zealot status. Though the Faith Points from several hundred slaves were modest, they marked a promising beginning for Han Wu.

He then ordered the slaves to hunt for food nearby while he transformed back into a Thunder Sparrow to search for the treasures left by his seniors. With its incredible speed and sharp vision, he quickly discovered four wooden chests and claimed their hidden rewards.

The most valuable treasure was a 1-Star God spatial ring, offering 100 square meters of storage. It allowed him to hold many items he could not store in his divine realm for now. He also gained eight stat points, which he distributed between Intelligence and Spirit. As he did so, he noticed that his control over lightning in his Thunder Sparrow form became markedly more precise, a benefit tied directly to these stats.

While scavenging for treasures, he unexpectedly encountered two students, one male and one female, who were struggling over a bronze chest and had accidentally injured each other.

Naturally, Han Wu’s sudden appearance startled the two.

“Hey, help me deal with that bitch and the wooden chest is yours. I’ll also throw in a 2-Star God equipment,” the boy shouted.

The girl, fearing Han Wu would accept, quickly countered, “I’m a third-year student, Meng Lian. I’m also part of the Saintess Club. Our leader is Wei En, the third-year valedictorian. If you take down that idiot, I’ll ask our leader to let you join the fan club!”

Han Wu frowned in confusion. He rarely paid attention to rumors at Imperial College, but he had heard of the Saintess Club before. The club promoted women’s rights and feminism, and the male members had to follow strict rules. They had to pay five Divine Essence each month as a membership fee, bow to female members, and cover their expenses when accompanying them on shopping trips.

Countless other one-sided rules existed, yet every year, many boys still tried to join the fan club. Han Wu couldn’t understand why anyone would want in.