Hyper-Dimensional Player

Sergant.

Great Divine Hall of Wealth.

The heroes who rescued the Fortune Goddess Waukeen had just returned, and the Mother of Great Bliss along with the Five Fierce Women prepared a grand celebration feast. Priests from the Joyful sect were dressed festively, akin to butterflies fluttering among flowers, enhancing the atmosphere just right. There were also joyful envoys performing various spectacular skills, occasionally bringing the house down with cheers.

They were not good at fighting, but their performance skills were top-notch.

Numerous high-tier priests had already prepared a Hero’s Banquet, a feast of exceedingly exquisite food created via spells. Though they had already dined once before the rescue, how could a Hero’s Banquet be absent upon the Goddess’s return?

Amidst the crowd’s attention, Duncan’s figure was seated at the head, raising his glass in celebration. Many legendary powerhouses rose to toast as well, regardless of their past relationships. This bloodshed in the Bottomless Abyss turned all involved into comrades who had fought side by side.

This layer of camaraderie might prove beneficial in many aspects in the future.

However, it was quite unfortunate that Lord Duncan’s legendary presence was only brief before he quietly left. Many speculated he had received an oracle from the Fortune Goddess, especially since he turned the tide in the battle. Even though these legendary powerhouses were well-informed, it was their first time witnessing someone receiving divine grace from multiple goddesses in the Bright Water Realm.

In the opulent great hall, Duncan left the bustling area.

He walked to the far corner of the feast, where an elderly paladin sat silently, not fitting in with the lively surroundings, nor drinking alcohol, consuming only water and silently eating the food before him.

"Please express my lady’s respect and gratitude to the emissary of justice for me."

Duncan nodded slightly, offering the sword box with both hands to the elderly paladin.

Holy Avenger.

Borrow and return, and borrowing next time won’t be hard.

Since he promised to only borrow it temporarily, Duncan was determined to return it to the paladin’s church.

Upon it was the Eye of Tyr, and Duncan sensed that Tyr might have already guessed something, given how mighty His divine power was in this world.

The elderly paladin respectfully reached out to accept it, and solemnly said, "I will. Your Excellency."

The Holy Avenger returned.

The elderly paladin finally exhaled in relief, truly fearing that someone might covet the artifact’s power.

Recently, Shirek’s church had been very active, and many paladins pinned great hopes on this divine artifact to quell the rampant evil.

Also at the corner, was Shadow Devourer Victor, a renowned mad mage many were reluctant to get close to.

After returning to the main Material Plane, he quickly left. This time, it was his clone who came.

Shadow Devourer Victor raised his glass proactively, signaling, "Should you need anything in the future, feel free to contact me."

"I reside near Candle Castle."

Thanks to Lady of Wealth.

This venture’s gains could sustain his research for over a decade.

The funds were satisfactorily delivered.

Even deceased high-tier professionals received very generous compensation. If the Wealth Church were to be stingy, who would risk their life for them next time?

Duncan calmly nodded and said, "Mm."

"I’ll have someone contact you then."

Shadow Devourer Victor watched Duncan depart until the moment he was gone, then murmured, "This Lord seems poised to ascend to Godhood!"

"At least, a demigod."

"Just now, when I gazed into his eyes, I saw the light of divinity not belonging to mortals."

The next second.

Shadow Devourer Victor appeared to be listening intently.

In truth, he wasn’t talking to himself; he was conversing with his main body. The clone of this mad mage possessed self-awareness and had replicated most of the main body’s memories.

Or more explicitly.

The main body of Shadow Devourer Victor was continuously cloning itself, not merely the physical form, but also possessing a downgraded version of his memories, such as the main body being a level 24 mage, while the cloned entity might be around levels 16-18 and have roughly sixty to seventy percent of his memories.

This was a rather mad undertaking.

Just a slight mishap, and Shadow Devourer Victor could be plunged into irreversible catastrophe.

In the opulent great hall.

The radiant Mother of Great Bliss was welcoming numerous allied powerhouses on Duncan’s behalf. Though she’s often deemed a "vase," she was a very useful one, at least in diplomatic matters, and her skills overshadowed the Five Fierce Women adorned extravagantly beside her.

"Your Excellency is about to leave?" inquired an elegant middle-aged man.

Sun Embracer Oren.

Elder Gold Dragon.

Duncan looked at the humanoid form of the gold dragon before him, nodding with a smile, "Mm. This journey to the abyss was quite challenging; I need a little rest."

The divinity must be swiftly digested.

Otherwise, the divinity from Dark Monarch Glazest might erode his sanity.

The Five-Colored Dragon Queen, Tiamat, possessed an ancient Purgatory Red Dragon utilizing divinity. While the Dark Monarch’s divinity wasn’t as formidable, Duncan must ensure its complete demise.

Duncan was determined to gradually extinguish the residual consciousness of the Dark Monarch’s divinity.

Yet the gold dragon before him was crucial too, representing Duncan’s connections within the Kormanthor Forest. Future dealings with elves would undoubtedly require the support of these giant dragons.

Sun Embracer Oren nodded, "Mm."