Colin chuckled and shook his head, "The river is the stream of souls; within it, new souls are always being nurtured, while the old ones that enter do not necessarily get reborn. However, no one has ever seen that river, and those who claim to have seen it are mostly just experiencing strange visions during near-death experiences, which cannot be taken seriously." Colin sighed, "And now, the powers of the gods are waning, and even though the God of Justice remains strong, within a century we may face great troubles... But explaining these matters to you now, you wouldn’t understand, kids have it so easy."
What he didn’t know was that Malin was indeed a child, but also a person from another world who was even older than him.
The troubles he mentioned must be the fifth cataclysm—the fifth cataclysm mentioned in the history books was merely a decline of civilization, but as time goes by, the true fifth cataclysm is approaching, and the Church must know something.
Thinking of this, Malin became even more eager to grow stronger.
And also—he’s still just a big kid who’s hardly grown his fur!
"I have a feeling that Malin has been working harder lately," Karlmo found herself relapsing into traumatic stress syndrome, as the harder Malin worked, the worse her mood became.
What exactly is this child doing, why is he working so hard, his talent is already so strong, what’s the point of him becoming even stronger, does he intend to take down all the villains in the world by himself?
"Oh, that," Colin casually replied, causing Karlmo to pause, "I mentioned his sister to him, and since then, I hear him talk about working hard every day." "You mentioned his sister?"
"Yes, Maya. This kid has exceptional talent in the Sequence of prophecy, Malin is probably afraid that his sister will be taken away by The Great Forest Land." Smiling, Colin added, "But don’t tell him the truth, I’d actually like to see how much progress Malin can make under pressure."
"Is that so?" Karlmo suddenly found her ’illness’ lifted—what great sibling love, although such a thing is impossible, but for the happiness of his sister, the brother is working so hard. Such effort is targeted, it will not go bad!"
...Well, even if it does go bad, it’s not the twisted kind of evil. After all, to Karlmo’s eyes, aside from both being adoptees, he and she have absolutely nothing in common.
Ah, no, Karlmo, how could you be so debased? Tonight, you must chant the scriptures ten times.
As Karlmo once again plunged into her mental fantasies, Malin completed his twentieth set of squats for the day—the world is just too perfect! No need to worry about any aftermath, if there is just slap some Divine Arts on yourself, although doing so will build up resistance, with Malin’s affinity for the Blessing Spell, where others build up fifty percent resistance, he at most only gets fifteen percent, and even if it stacks to thirty, it just takes one night to clear it all.
This made Malin worry-free; apart from strength training, he was also working on his reflexes—that is, target practice on quickly moving targets.
In this area, Malin was learning from a healed elf gentleman, who, although an elf, was unexpectedly not adept at using a bow but was skilled with... a firearm.
Malin was just as incredulous as Colin when he heard this.
It was like encountering a little fairy whose wings shed not dust, but diamonds.
Truth be told, his marksmanship was not bad, and that firearm was said to be passed down to him by his teacher.
Seeing him maintain it every day, Malin wondered if the guy possibly treated it like his own child.
"Take a half-hour break." This command came from his teacher, and Malin of course knew that relaxation was necessary amid such intense training, but he also couldn’t relax too much, so he began walking around the training field and saw Colin and Karlmo.
Speaking of which, Miss Karlmo seemed to enjoy chatting with Colin lately... Could it be that this half-human girl has fallen for Colin, that big hoofed creature?
That shouldn’t be right; after all, he’s known as a bootlicker to Miss Margaret, verified by countless witnesses.
With a heart ablaze with gossip, Malin spotted his sister, Maya, sitting to one side, smiling at him—right, my sister, you should always live so happily.
As for Miss Matilda, as a Justice Maiden, is it really okay for you not to have appeared in the Church of Justice for a week?
With such questions in mind, Malin saw a young boy entering through the distant gateway.
He stopped in his tracks, feeling that some matters were finally coming to a head—like the girl who’d been freeloading for a week and should probably get lost tonight.
Although she took care of the dishes daily, Malin found that this girl could eat more than even he, a Frost Giant half-blood, which was annoying enough; such ’joy’ is definitely better off not increasing by one.