Unholy Player Chapter 541 Finding a Way to Replenish Life Force

"There is no knowledge that would explain that," Kaelor replied, shooting Henry a quick look.

That question probably required a God's insight to resolve, leaving even the Blood Sect clueless about the facts until they managed to revive their deity and obtain direct responses from Him.

Nevertheless, despite the lack of solid details, folks were at liberty to come up with their own speculations.

Arvyn, obviously thrilled by the subject, offered up one such speculation. "I believe a massive conflict erupted long ago among all the Gods, resulting in just 4 survivors. Afterward, they remade the whole world from scratch, established their Paths as the sole ones, and rose to become the 4 primary Gods." Henry saw no reason to dismiss the idea outright, yet it struck him as too simplistic. It failed to shed light on Earth's state or its intended part in that narrative.

Liora, on the other hand, appeared to consider the notion credible, or at least captivating. "What on earth could push entities of such caliber into a colossal conflict?"

Henry fidgeted slightly in his seat at the response, the chair emitting a soft groan beneath his weight.

"Naturally, it's faith," Arvyn responded offhandedly, like it was common sense.

"Gods hold their divine status thanks to their Paths, which they forged personally. However, a Path demands believers to endure. The 4 chief Gods dominate today because of their vast number of devotees. In contrast, the Blood God has been cast aside, requiring external aid to revive and reclaim His might."

Once she wrapped up her explanation, her eyes shifted to Henry, examining him with interest and anticipation. "Your Path... how many followers does it boast?" Her query aimed to gauge the true potency of their deity and the potential gains from this equilibrium-based Path. Yet, it coincidentally provided the very solution Henry and his research team had pursued for ages.

A deity's strength hinges on the count of adherents to its Path, Henry mused inwardly, now spotting a straightforward method to boost Adyr's power.

They'd harbored suspicions along those lines earlier, but confirmation had finally arrived.

All that was left was to devise strategies for Adyr to attract devotees more swiftly and effectively, accelerating the restoration of his vitality.

Amid these reflections, Henry responded to her with composure. "A whole realm."

Just three simple words escaped his lips, and they rang true without embellishment.

Earth existed as a complete realm firmly in their grasp, poised to serve as a pool of worshippers. It merely awaited enhanced backing and superior promotion.

Should the 12 City Managers issue the command, proclaim Adyr as the authentic God across Earth, and launch a fresh belief framework, billions would undoubtedly embrace this emerging faith unquestioningly.

Plenty of factions and zealots already revered him as divine. They propagated the concept discreetly via underground networks and online forums, gaining traction in the absence of formal endorsements.

"A whole realm?" Arvyn and Kaelor echoed in unison. The exact figure eluded them, but the sheer implication of the statement struck them with its profound impact.

Silence enveloped the chamber as all present grappled with the immense scope of the authority under discussion, the atmosphere growing thick and oppressive without any apparent alteration.

"That's sufficient for now," Henry concluded. He maintained a courteous, almost relaxed demeanor. "We had a productive discussion, but your journey here was lengthy. You must be famished and weary."

He stood up from his chair, extending a controlled sense of hospitality. "Rest up. Sample our cuisine. I suspect you'll enjoy it."

His gaze then settled on Kaelor. "Since you're staying, I might set up an encounter with the Creators for you as well."

Henry intentionally sought to detain them within the city, blocking any swift return to the Blood Sect.

This approach would enable him to extract further details from them while ensuring no sensitive data flowed back.

Aware of the Midlands' lack of cutting-edge tech, he figured their messaging methods were rudimentary too. Even if Spark abilities filled some gaps, he doubted they'd match the speed or reliability of phones or telegraphs.

Kaelor agreed promptly, and Arvyn saw no grounds to object either. She had zero wish to head back regardless.

They'd botched the mission to secure the assigned relic, and the mildest repercussion for such a blunder was execution. Lingering far from the Midlands for the time being suited her perfectly.

Content with their compliance, Henry addressed Liora and Zephan. "Might I request that you oversee our visitors for the moment?"

As the mightiest presences in the area, assigning the duo of Blood Path adherents to their supervision was the optimal decision, particularly for vigilant oversight.

Zephan and Liora agreed without qualms, having already pondered the same arrangement, their faces revealing a firm resolve to restrict the outsiders' free movement.

This human settlement wasn't merely their partner's stronghold but also embodied the prospects for their own peoples. Safeguarding it and its inhabitants fell squarely under their self-imposed responsibilities as protectors.

Upon consigning the perilous duo to Zephan and Liora's charge, Henry activated extra safeguards through his wristwatch. He ensured their activities remained under tight surveillance, with extra focus on Arvyn.

Following that, he departed the headquarters via the concealed subterranean pathway leading to the research facility, where Adyr continued his slumber.

The tunnel below contrasted sharply with the bustling corridors overhead, featuring consistent illumination and utilitarian, rugged walls designed purely for practicality over luxury.

Upon surfacing from the subterranean corridor into the structure, a middle-aged lady clad in a white lab coat welcomed him.

"Mr. Henry."

Dr. Mara served as the lead expert in genetic alterations, having contributed earlier to Rhys's revival and currently managing Adyr's form.

Like her fellow scientists, she typically brimmed with vigor and enthusiasm. On this occasion, she radiated even greater excitement, her eyes gleaming brightly.

Henry, well aware of the cause, inquired, "Did you monitor it all?"

The exchanges between him and the Blood Path duo had streamed live as audio feeds to the research division leaders. They'd followed closely, jotting down observations and dissecting every hesitation and nuance.

Dr. Mara couldn't conceal her excitement. "Absolutely. The age of the ancient Gods, right? The history team is in absolute disarray at the moment."

The group dedicated to probing the chronicles of both realms stood to profit immensely from these fresh revelations.

Yet Henry sensed multiple departments were reaping rewards. "And your progress? You've uncovered something too, haven't you?"

Dr. Mara chuckled once more. "Of course. Let's head to the lab to go over it." She replied briskly and pivoted to guide him to the genetic mutation section, striding with the urgency reserved for imminent discoveries.

They traversed the luminous, hygienic hallways briefly before halting outside a spacious chamber. Its entrance bore heavy reinforcements, and the control interface showed faint wear from frequent access.

The moment Dr. Mara swiped the badge dangling from her neck across the reader, the portal slid open, unleashing a torrent of clamorous debates and hurried hypotheses that intertwined chaotically.

"They're constructing a vessel for their God with a Blood-linked artifact. That choice can't be coincidental. It must carry significance."

"Viewing the corporeal form as a vessel and vital essence as the fuel for channeling godly might and disseminating Paths, then our task is locating the core element to refill that fuel."

"Their deity embodies Blood, so they're sustaining it with Blood. But for balance? Do we possess anything comparable, like an item or material linked to equilibrium?"

"Suppose we bypass needing an artifact entirely? The world overflows with elements symbolizing balance. If we devise a method to harness that essence and transform it into usable power..."

Henry found himself swamped by the throng of scientists and the uproar from their fervent exchanges. The space brimmed with lab attire, digital pads, scattered documents, and incomplete scribbles across walls and displays.

He'd witnessed numerous war zones, sites brimming with disorder and blaring clashes. Oddly, this spectacle evoked a similar vibe. The lab, populated by coated figures rather than combat gear, pulsed with equivalent frenzy and fervor, every individual pursuing solutions like elusive foes.

Dr. Mara, commanding her territory like a general, bellowed, "Okay, team! Give me updates on your findings so far!"

Her command reverberated across the area, instantly quelling the chatter. All gazes swiveled to the doorway, belatedly acknowledging the newcomer. Seconds later, they surged forward, clutching reports—some with hard copies, others scrolling devices—eager to unveil their near-complete hypotheses.