Chrysalis Chapter 1743 - Prophetic

Okay, Beyn was a total pain when he served merely as a Priest. Next, he began organizing pilgrimages, which honestly resembled crusades quite closely. I didn't approve of that at all, particularly because they were carried out in my name, and as far as I knew, I remained nothing more than a dazzling, incredible ant-beast and not a deity, but alright, whatever suits you.

Afterward, he transformed into a sort of diplomatic representative, venturing across the world, aiding in negotiations and spreading his odd doctrines throughout the Dungeon. Was I fond of it? Absolutely not. But did it manage to keep Beyn distant from me? Indeed. Sacrifices must be made by everyone.

Lately, he's gone back to frontline preaching duties, collaborating with his fellow Priests and assisting in placing them within the combined unit formations sent to the fifth level. Once Solant learned about that aura enhancement, she refused to head into combat without it, naturally.

And now this one-armed zealot attempts to claim he's a prophet?! Precisely, a prophet?!

This situation rubs me the wrong way entirely.

"How on earth are you my prophet? That doesn't seem like a role you can assign to yourself. I certainly didn't hand it to you!"

With excessive enthusiasm, Beyn flings himself onto the ground at my feet and bows low.

"GREAT ONE, IT'S NOT A TITLE I GAVE MYSELF, BUT A CLASS AWARDED BY THE SYSTEM!"

What.

"What exactly is the name of this Class? And lower your voice, for heaven's sake."

My antennae need a quick wipe. The pheromones hang so densely in the atmosphere. A drawback of using pheromones to communicate is his ability to yell even while his face is ground against the floor. And it's truly ground in there. That appears quite sore.

"Prophet of the Colony, Great One."

Oh… no. Could Gandalf be playing a trick on me? This ranks as the very last thing I desired. It'll only inflate this fool's fantasies to extreme levels. The rubbish he already disseminates everywhere is troublesome enough; soon he'll spread it with greater credibility. When others discover this, their responses could be unpredictable.

Perhaps a way exists to mitigate the issue.

"What abilities does your new Class provide? Any hints from the System notifications?"

With luck, it's underwhelming. Even if the Class boasts a grand title, lacking remarkable powers might allow me to curb the fallout.

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"W-well… it mentions that the… connection growing between us will grow firmer."

He may seem uncertain, yet I recognize the shakes come from sheer thrill. The man before me radiates pure bliss. He's flooded with delight, bursting with fervent enthusiasm, radiant with holy fervor. His overwhelming happiness spells trouble for me.

As for his words, I'm even more opposed.

Our bond will be reinforced? What bond?!

Hold on… don't let it be…

My mind plunges into the Nave. Beyn has occupied a spot there for ages; I've even communicated with him via it… once… or perhaps twice. At present, I focus on his position, but it's no longer a mere seat.

Instead, he's elevated on a plinth. A pedestal. Moreover, his ethereal form differs from the others', now shining brightly. This spells nothing positive.

[Beyn, can you hear me?] Through the Nave, I extend the contact.

[YES, GREAT ONE! I CAN!]

[SHUT UP!]

In remorse, he presses down further as I shake my head. That stings, blast it. Yet… a change is evident. He responded directly to me. Usually, the Nave serves as a hub for wills, letting me grasp their intentions… in a restricted manner.

This fellow replied right through the Nave. Implying… he can reach me anytime he chooses….

Oh… oh no.

"From my side, it feels like nothing's altered," I clear my throat. "I'm not certain what it implies. Likely insignificant and utterly ordinary. Does it offer anything more?"

"Great One! It indicates I can use your voice."

"You can what now?"

"Or maybe, you can speak via me?"

Oh, he'd adore that. I'm hesitant to test it, mainly because confirmation would make him unbearable. It can't be real, though. Via the Nave, I probe, directing my awareness toward him.

On the floor, Beyn trembles, his face remaining smooshed.

"Ah… ah… ah…" he utters. "I forgot… GAH… how tongues function. So strange."

Yuck! That leaves a sour aftertaste.

So… I truly can speak through him. That's… fairly pointless… and downright bizarre.

Beyn has stilled, though I notice liquid gathering beneath his face on the ground. That's a massive amount of tears for one person.

"Well, if that's everything your Class accomplishes, it's hardly noteworthy. No reason to get overly thrilled."

Beyn raises his head briefly to wipe the tears from his eyes.

"One additional detail it mentions, Great One. It states I've turned into a living channel for belief."

What? That suggests…

Once again into the Nave, my thoughts encircling the plinth where Beyn perches, looking smug and irritating.

From it emanates… an unusual energy. Unlike the Will streaming via the Vestibule, this passes through. Could this be… belief? Faith?

Oh… I rather enjoy that.

"I can sense you… Great One… my god," Beyn sobs against the Dungeon floor.

Every other Priest in the chamber drops to their knees and slams their faces down with tremendous force.

Instinctively, I polish my antennae. This… this is dire.