Chapter 153: My Black-Hearted Wife
Inside the bedroom, Shirazawa performed a full-body examination on her.
Well, she really wasn't expecting.
"The energy of faith should be my exclusive thing. You don't even have this authority, yet you can also enjoy the benefits of faith?" Shirazawa asked, puzzled.
Shiraori had also noticed the anomaly.
A steady stream of energy was beginning to gather toward her godhood. Although it couldn't match Shirazawa's absorption efficiency, it was at least much faster than her practicing on her own.
In the past, when absorbing the divinity within the True Soul Orb, she still had to spend energy to absorb the energy within the godhood. Now, both of them could save a massive amount of time and energy, allowing them to throw themselves completely into the cause of absorbing divinity and comprehending divine authority.
Anyway, it wasn't a bad thing, and the two didn't distinguish between what was mine or yours. Shirazawa didn't care at all about his power of faith leaking onto his little wife.
"Aze, do you think there's a possibility? The god worshiped by the Church doesn't have a specific object, causing the faith to flow onto me, who is also a spider god and also white?"
"Eh, that's not impossible." Shirazawa thought carefully. "After all, what's carved on the sacred artifact are two spiders. It probably brought you along with it."
With him explaining it this way, Shiraori felt it was quite reasonable.
"In that case, won't your practice speed be affected by me? That won't do."
Shirazawa blanked for a moment, then dotingly rubbed her beautiful hair. "Silly."
His voice was low and magnetic, carrying a heavy nasal tone. "We are already a family, it's the same whoever gets it."
"Mmh..." Shiraori lightly bit the corner of her lip, a happy and sweet ripple flashing in the depths of her eyes.
"What you say makes so much sense, I'm actually speechless." She deliberately stiffened her face, pretending to scold him very seriously, "But I don't care, I can't let my husband suffer a loss. Even if I'm the beneficiary, it won't do. I'm not happy."
Shirazawa: "..."
These words sounded so awkward. Getting so angry that I'd hit myself?
"Then what do you think we should do?" Shirazawa asked helplessly, having no choice but to compromise.
Shiraori blinked her eyes slily. "Tell me, if we record my contract authority into the sacred artifact and have the believers of the White God Religion sign a soul contract, wouldn't our gains double?"
Good grief. You're specifically targeting one sheep to fleece.
Shirazawa could harvest all living beings through faith, while Shiraori could harvest the price paid by the contract signers through the rules of contract. In fact, the two didn't conflict.
It was just like the system harvesting the souls of bystanders and converting them into MA energy. The energy systems were just different. If you plant an apple tree, you harvest apples; if you plant an orange tree, you harvest oranges.
The bystanders were just soil and nutrients, or rather, tools. They could help you extract and convert the energy you needed from the void of the universe.
"It seems... that's not impossible."
The two decided to give it a try. If this method worked, it could double their practice speed once more, allowing them to get twice the result with half the effort when comprehending authority.
Shiraori immediately used her divine authority to draft an unequal contract.
[Those who sign the contract shall obtain the protection of the White God, blessings from heaven, and all taboos are lifted... After death, the soul returns to the embrace of the White God. The wealth, reputation, power, achievements, abilities, skills, talents, and soul possessed during life... shall all be offered to the White God. ————Aze, Ori]
Looking at the contract in his hand emitting a holy white light, the corner of Shirazawa's mouth twitched slightly.
Good grief, this doesn't leave them a single thing.
What "blessings from heaven, all taboos lifted," isn't that just feudal superstition~ If you believe it, it exists; if you don't, it doesn't. When something good happens, they'll say "it's all thanks to the White God's blessing," and when something bad happens, it's because they aren't pious enough and received the god's punishment.
The actual price Shiraori needed to pay could be said to be minuscule, at most casting a couple of healing spells on them when nothing was happening to extend their lives or something. It was a world of difference compared to the price the contractors needed to pay.
Yet, this kind of contract happened to be recognized by the laws of the grand world; once signed, there was no going back. Violators would face forced execution by the laws of the grand world.
This kind of unequal contract was simply more demonic than a demon.
Regarding this, Shirazawa silently raised his thumb, giving a thumbs-up to his black-hearted wife.
"As expected of you."
"Of course!" The black-hearted entrepreneur raised her head proudly, as if saying 'aren't I amazing'.
Shirazawa used his own authority combined with spider silk to create a chalice, and then recorded Shiraori's contract onto the chalice.
Soon, the two strands of divine authority intertwined with each other, bursting with a brilliant and dazzling light. A thin, pale-gold film wrapped around the two of them.
The space around them distorted, gradually forming a vortex. The two strands of divine authority were clashing, determined to contest who was on top and who was on the bottom.
This situation was exactly the same as how Shirazawa and Shiraori bickered every single night over who gets to be on top, determined to press the other party underneath themselves. Damned desire to win.
But in this clash of divine authority, Shiraori chose to give up resistance, obediently yielding the top position.
Some things one can be willful about, but for some things, one must learn to let go. As the old saying goes: behind every successful man, there is an even more successful rich woman... no, a woman who pays out silently. This statement wasn't false at all.
The moment Shiraori let go, the vortex instantly stopped spinning, and the aura of the two blending divine authorities gradually scattered.
A brand-new holy chalice was born.
The chalice had a gorgeous appearance, carved with exquisite and complex patterns. This sacred artifact carried the divine authority of both of them and was inscribed with the laws of both of them.
Shirazawa swapped it with the ordinary holy chalice enshrined in the cathedral and let Dustin arrange the follow-up.
Any pious believer could receive the baptism of the holy chalice, but they needed to pay a very, very small drop of fresh blood as the price.
Mmh... as for the true price, they probably wouldn't have the chance to find out.
One month later.
The White God Religion believers had all been baptized by the holy chalice once, and everyone's face was overflowing with a happy and satisfied smile.
Diseases were cured, and misfortune was dispelled. Healthy believers became healthier, and their various attributes were enhanced. There were even lucky ones who comprehended beginner skills in a certain field.
All of a sudden, the influence of the White God Religion became higher and higher.
Of course, there was no shortage of people with ulterior motives who wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble and ruin the reputation of the White God Religion. But none of these jumping clowns met a good end; they were all solved in secret by the Saint, Yuri.
Her fanatical faith in the god exceeded everything. Any existence that defamed the god would be tortured to death by her using the most cruel methods without exception.
For this reason, she even established the Heresy Inquisition with the help of Dustin, specifically researching how to make heretics die in agony.
Shirazawa was happy to see this situation play out. Sometimes, he would even secretly push the waves a bit from the shadows, granting Yuri even more powerful strength.
This girl's morbidity had already surpassed Sophia's. But that was even better.
After all, their lineup consisted entirely of villains. If a kind-hearted Saint type really showed up, the ending would probably face a shocking reversal. Being backstabbed by a Saint type was far too common; it had to be guarded against.
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