Unholy Player Chapter 541 Finding a Way to Replenish Life Force

"No knowledge exists that could explain it," Kaelor replied, shooting Henry a quick look.

That mystery probably required a God's insight alone, leaving even the Blood Sect clueless about the reality until they managed to revive their deity and get direct responses from Him.

Yet, despite lacking solid facts, folks were always welcome to spin their own speculations.

Arvyn, obviously thrilled by the subject, tossed out one such speculation. "I believe a massive conflict erupted long ago among all the Gods, leaving just four survivors. They then remade the whole world from scratch, establishing their Paths as the sole ones, and rose to become the four primary Gods." Henry found the idea easy enough to accept, though it struck him as too shallow. It failed to shed light on Earth's state or its intended part in that tale.

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 battle?"

That response caused Henry to fidget in his seat, the chair emitting a soft groan beneath his weight.

"Naturally, it's faith," Arvyn shot back offhandedly, like she was mentioning the most evident truth.

"Gods hold their divine status thanks to the Paths they've forged. However, a Path demands believers to survive. The four chief Gods dominate today because they've amassed the largest followings. The Blood God, being an overlooked figure, requires external aid to rise again and reclaim His might."

Once she wrapped up her explanation, her eyes shifted to Henry, examining him with keen interest and anticipation. "Your Path... how many devotees does it claim?" She posed the query aiming to gauge the true potency of their God and the potential gains she might reap from this Path of balance. Yet, her words unwittingly provided the very solution Henry and his research team had sought for ages.

A God's strength hinges on the count of believers in their Path, Henry mused inwardly, at last spotting a straightforward path to boost Adyr's power.

They'd harbored that suspicion earlier, but confirmation had now arrived.

All that was left was devising methods for Adyr to attract followers more swiftly and effectively, a means to restore his vital energy at a quicker pace.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Henry responded to her with steady composure. "An entire realm."

Just three simple words escaped him, and he spoke no untruth.

Earth stood as a full realm under their sway, primed to serve as a vast pool of believers. It merely awaited stronger backing and sharper promotion.

Should the 12 City Managers issue the command, proclaim Adyr as the genuine God to Earth's inhabitants, and launch the fresh faith system, billions would undoubtedly flock to this emerging religion without a second thought.

Plenty of factions and zealots already viewed him as divine. They were subtly propagating the concept via underground networks and online forums, gathering steam in the absence of official endorsements.

"An entire realm?" Arvyn and Kaelor echoed. The exact figure eluded them, yet the sheer implication of those words hit them with undeniable force.

Silence descended over the room as all present grappled with the immense scope of the power in question, the atmosphere growing thick and oppressive even though nothing tangible had shifted.

"That's sufficient for now," Henry concluded. His voice held a courteous, almost relaxed edge. "We've had a productive discussion, but you've journeyed far. Hunger and exhaustion must be setting in."

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

His gaze then settled on Kaelor. "Since you're staying, I could attempt to set up an encounter with the Creators for you."

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

This strategy would let him extract further details from them while stopping them from relaying sensitive info back home.

Aware that the Midlands lacked cutting-edge tech, he figured their messaging options were equally restricted. Though Spark abilities might bridge some gaps, he trusted they wouldn't match the speed or reliability of phones or telegraphs.

Kaelor jumped at the proposal without delay, and Arvyn saw no grounds to turn it down. She had zero interest in heading back regardless.

They'd botched the mission to secure the assigned treasure, and the mildest penalty for such a flop was execution. Lingering far from the Midlands seemed her smartest move for the moment.

Content with their agreement, Henry addressed Liora and Zephan. "Would you mind keeping an eye on our visitors for the time being?"

As the mightiest presences in the area, handing over the duo of Blood Path adherents to them made perfect sense, especially for vigilant oversight.

Zephan and Liora agreed to the task, mirroring the very plan they'd already formed, their faces revealing a firm resolve to restrict the pair's free movement.

The human settlement wasn't just an ally's stronghold and a patron's domain—it embodied the prospects for their own peoples. Safeguarding it and its residents fell squarely on their shoulders as devoted protectors.

After placing the perilous duo under Zephan and Liora's supervision, Henry activated extra safeguards through his wristwatch. He ensured their actions would be monitored tightly, with extra focus on Arvyn.

From there, he departed the headquarters, opting for the concealed subterranean path to the research facility where Adyr continued his slumber.

The tunnel below hummed with quietude unlike the bustling corridors overhead, its illumination consistent, walls rugged yet sealed tight, designed purely for utility over luxury.

Upon surfacing from the hidden passage into the structure, a woman in her middle years, clad in a pristine lab coat, welcomed him.

"Mr. Henry."

She went by Dr. Mara, leading the genetic mutation studies, who'd earlier contributed to Rhys's revival and now managed Adyr's form.

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

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

The exchanges between him and the Blood Path duo had streamed live as audio feeds to the research leads. They'd hung on every word, jotting down insights, noting each hesitation and nuance.

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

The group dedicated to probing the chronicles of both realms stood to gain the biggest haul from this fresh intel.

Still, Henry sensed broader ripples of discovery. "And your progress? You've uncovered something too, haven't you?"

Dr. Mara chuckled once more. "Of course. Let's head to the lab." Her words came fast as she pivoted to guide him to the genetic mutation area, striding with the urgency she reserved for imminent discoveries.

They traversed the luminous, spotless hallways for a bit before halting at a spacious chamber. Its entrance was fortified, the entry console bearing faint marks from frequent swipes.

The instant Dr. Mara swiped the card dangling from her neck across the panel, the barrier slid open, unleashing a torrent of jumbled voices—overlapping debates and hasty hypotheses crashing together.

"They're crafting a vessel for their God with a Blood-linked relic. That choice can't be coincidental. It must hold significance."

"Viewing the corporeal form as a vessel and vital essence as the fuel for channeling godly might and distributing Paths, we simply need to pinpoint the core element to refill that fuel."

"Their deity embodies Blood, so they're nourishing it with Blood. But for balance? Do we possess any comparable item or material linked to balance?"

"Suppose we skip needing a relic entirely? The world overflows with symbols of equilibrium. If we devise a method to harness that essence and transform it into usable power..."

Henry found himself swamped by the swarm of scientists and the clamor of their charged exchanges. The space brimmed with lab coats, handheld devices, scattered documents, and partial scribbles across whiteboards and displays.

He'd witnessed countless war zones, realms of disorder and roaring clashes. Oddly, this vista echoed those— the lab thronged with coated figures rather than armored troops, surging with equal frenzy and fervor, every soul pursuing truth like a fleeing foe.

Dr. Mara, commanding her territory like a battlefield general, bellowed, "Enough! Everyone, report your findings up to now!"

Her command reverberated across the chamber, silencing the buzz in an instant. All gazes snapped to the doorway, only then registering the new arrival. Seconds later, they surged forward, clutching scribbled pages or scrolling through digital records on screens, eager to unveil their near-complete theories poised on the brink of revelation.