Meanwhile, in Matt’s heart, the figure resembling a divine shadow suddenly started to appear infinitely majestic.
Gazing upon the figure, he even developed an intense fervor, willing to die for it at any moment.
"Do you feel it? That is the seed of hatred—"
Seeing Matt’s transformation, the figure spoke indifferently.
"Let everything that follows be handled by my earthly deputy—"
As the echoing words fell, the figure, just like when it appeared, slowly vanished into the deep flames.
Afterward, everything around became vibrant once again.
The crowd frantically fighting the fire, the children awoken with cries, the burning houses, and the mixed noisy sounds, all returned to Matt’s ears.
The light of the twin moons shone upon him, casting a strange silver-purple hue on his still pallid face.
The occasional townspeople who noticed him even cast a sympathetic glance at him.
Matt awoke as from a dream, slowly looking around.
The intention to die gradually dissipated in his eyes, replaced by the deeply rooted seed of hatred.
At the same time, he saw the figure wrapped in a long black cloak, standing amidst the crushed bluestone on the road, under the moonlight veiled by a thin mist.
The residents of the town passed by him, but not one turned to look at him.
"You, are you the divine deity’s deputy on earth?"
With a somewhat hoarse voice, Matt slowly walked towards the direction of the figure.
Almost the moment he asked, he confirmed the identity of the figure.
Confronting this figure, he could clearly feel the fervor rising from the bottom of his heart, as if facing the incarnation of a deity.
"Do you feel it? My lord’s divine favor?"
The figure didn’t answer him directly but counter-questioned.
In the surrounding mist, his voice was neutral, carrying a strange magnetism, leaving a deep impression.
To the question of the figure, Matt almost instinctively raised his hand, touching his chest.
There, an illusory seed, as if pulsating with his heartbeat, was slowly throbbing.
The figure in the black cape nodded.
"Now, your strength and abilities are too weak.
To seek revenge, you first need to acquire the strength capable of revenge—"
Saying this, the figure clapped his hands.
The mist beside him twisted slightly, and a middle-aged man, with gray hair and blue eyes, dressed in a tailcoat, and exhibiting a stern and polite demeanor, suddenly appeared beside the figure.
"Follow him, Matt, he will be fully in charge of all your arrangements from now on.
Firstly, you need to undergo six months of etiquette study.
After six months, we will send you into the Royal Pamir Academy as a descendant of a declining small nobility, for deeper development..."
"My lord! I do not wish to become one of those who are doomed to a bottomless abyss!"
Hearing the cloaked figure’s arrangement for him, Matt couldn’t hold back, stepping forward abruptly, angrily interjecting.
Seeing the intense resistance and hatred in Matt’s eyes, the figure silently smiled.
"I understand the hatred in your heart, Matt.
But you must understand that a successful act of revenge is based on having powerful strength.
Strength is neutral and is the foundation of everything—"
"Moreover, to completely defeat your opponents, the first step you need to take is to understand your opponents—
Understand their strength, understand their interests, understand their weaknesses..."
"Only when you truly understand these, you may have a chance to succeed in your revenge!"
As he spoke, the figure’s voice suddenly became solemn.
"Moreover, in the realm of the Divine, you have already made a promise to our Lord.
You are willing to offer everything, including yourself, just to successfully take revenge on those Nobles.
Your life does not belong to you, but to our Lord—"
Hearing this, Matt was momentarily startled.
Then, his complexion turned pale once again.
"You are right, esteemed Deputy, I... am willing to comply with all arrangements of our Lord!"
"Thus, a core member of the future Resistance Army has emerged—"
Watching the person he arranged lead Matt away, Anvis gathered the mists of the Illusion Light Ice Domain around him, revealing a peculiar smile on his face.
The scene of ’Divine Descent’ in Matt’s eyes just now, was precisely a custom-made Illusion Space facilitated by his Talent Magic.
The arrangement Anvis made with Matt holds multiple meanings.
Firstly, those major powers, seem to enjoy supporting the Resistance Army behind the scenes.
Since the orientation of the future era leans towards the Resistance Army and new Nobles.
Anvis plans to preemptively form a nascent Resistance Army while the tides of the era have not yet fully developed there.
After all, no one has decreed that old Nobles cannot support the Resistance Army—
And Matt’s unique origin is precisely the smokescreen Anvis purposely chose to earn the trust of outsiders.
Even if examined with Prophecy Magic, the results would show that Matt’s hatred for Nobles is genuine, and he seeks revenge against all Nobles.
Due to Anvis’s covert support, it is almost foreseeable:
Unless there is an unusual incident, the Resistance Army led by Matt in the future has a great chance of becoming one of the important forces within the Resistance Camp.
In doing so, he could try to create a scenario of fighting both sides.
Secondly, Matt’s presence can also be used to lure some forces lurking in the shadows.
Because in this matter, several aspects were aided by the power of his family.
Anvis is almost certain, his contact with Matt, the arrangement of Matt’s identity, and sending Matt to the Pamir Academy, etc.
This series of messages will inevitably be known by some behind-the-scenes forces.
Upon knowing all this, those behind the scenes will likely wonder why he is doing this and try to secretly contact Matt.
But because Matt has been implanted with his ’Twisted Seed’.
It may not seem apparent on the surface, but as a fervent ’Believer’ who worships Anvis.
Matt will voluntarily report the names of all those who have contacted him in private to the ’Deputy of the God of Revenge’ afterward.
Thirdly, Anvis wants to try: whether he can artificially create a Child of Destiny by proactively involving a person of specific origin in the whirlpool of fate.
If successful, then he will have acquired an additional, stable source of fate feedback.
Although he has many memories related to the Child of Destiny in his memory.
Fate feedback for a Prophet is equivalent to Gold Coins for ordinary people, no one would consider it too much—
Finally, he glanced at the flames that the villagers almost completely extinguished. Anvis boarded his family’s Alchemy vehicle, returning to the Royal Capital branch.
There, he boarded the inter-provincial Teleportation Array, detouring back to Karlars.
The last chess piece has been laid, just waiting for those who can’t restrain themselves to take the bait.
(Grrr—→Recommendation ticket)