Prayer
Chapter 555 Prayer
Word count: 1822 · Updated: 2025-10-11
Chapter 555: Prayer:
Clain didn't seem to be moving fast, but with every step he took, the surrounding spiritual environment was rapidly retreating, and there was an inexplicable feeling of confusion.
He wandered in the spirit world, frowning in thought.
Just now, he heard someone reciting his own honorific name, but it was not "The Fool Who Does Not Belong to This Age" or "The One Who Leaps Above Miracles", but the honorific name that he had just thought of half an hour ago after dinner, which belonged to his own angelic rank.
He hadn't had time to tell anyone about this honorific name, not even his brother and sister.
Theoretically, no one should know this honorific name.
As he walked and thought, Crane raised his hand and wiped it casually in front of the empty space.
A layer of gray mist the size of a flat board immediately appeared in front of him, floating forward and moving at a relatively steady pace with him.
Crane looked into the gray fog, and his sight slowly penetrated the gray mist and saw a room.
That was his room in his new home, 170 Townsend in Queens, the new house he bought for his brother and sister.
Through the gray mist of history, I can see that I had just finished dinner and was lying in bed thinking.
He put one hand under his head and looked at the ceiling with a slightly empty look in his eyes.
To be precise, he was looking at a small area under the ceiling, where there was a screen he had created using illusion.
A light mist surrounded him, preventing his thoughts from entering the collective subconscious ocean and being known to outsiders.
"It's necessary to have a name. Even though I have a cell phone and a domain anchor, I still need a name to respond to prayers. It's like my occult phone number. I'll need it to register some special accounts in the future."
Crane stared at himself at that moment, lying on the bed and muttering to himself.
"And I have quite a few spirit insects that can be used to answer prayers. Well, we can call them spirit insect customer service. Normally, they'll stay inside my body and answer minor calls. If anything important comes up, they'll transfer the calls to my headquarters."
As he thought about it, a picture appeared on the screen in front of him.
It was a scene resembling a multi-person office, with a black cat wearing a top hat behind each workstation.
Countless tentacles extend from their bodies. Some of these tentacles are tapping keyboards, some are pressing phones to the ears of black cats, and there are still tentacles that can be used to stir sweet iced tea and count money...
Crane, lying on the bed, continued to think.
"First, I need to define their identities. Blessed ones of the spirit world and Sefirah Castle? Hmm... no, the Fulgrim dogs are also Blessed ones of Sefirah Castle. While I can define their identities with other conditions I'll add later, it still feels weird for a boss to compete for work with his pets."
"Then the ruler of the spirit world and Sefirah Castle?" Clay raised his hand and wrote these words on the screen in front of him.
He paused for a moment and then erased the words.
"No, that would be too direct. It would easily point to the original Celestial Venerable. If we were to cause the Celestial Venerable to revive within our body just for the sake of a name, we would lose more than we gain."
"In fact, all the symbols of the Smugglers' Path ultimately point to that Celestial Lord. So, to minimize any intersection with Him, we need to incorporate other symbols."
He snapped his fingers, and the "cats and bugs" on the screen quickly came to life and gathered together to discuss.
There is strength in numbers.
Even though I am alone, I can be powerful.
It's very simple, I'm just schizophrenic.
Soon, in just a dozen seconds, the cats and insects came to a collective conclusion. One of the black cats held up a sign with a harmony symbol and a joy symbol painted on it and walked towards the screen.
Just add some more elements to the obedience that point to Crane and that don't exist in this universe.
Then several caterpillars raised signs that read:
"The notes of the solo movement."
"The Laugher Beneath the Mask."
"A witness to a long history."
"The protector of all smiles and happiness."
"The great Cleon Moretti."
"Well... that should be fine." Clain, lying on the bed, nodded with satisfaction.
If this honorific title could still refer to that Heavenly Lord, then it wouldn't matter if he returned Sefirah Castle.
Seeing this, Klein in the spirit world paused the playback of the historical mist, then reached out his hand into the gray mist in front of him and gently grasped it.
The picture quickly changed, revealing another scene.
On a street in the North District, a young man with a thin face, a broad forehead, and wearing a monocle was sitting in a roadside cafe, holding a pen and thinking seriously.
He raised his other hand, squeezed the monocle, and finally
wrote a few words:
"The notes of the solo movement..."
Then, the pen stopped moving again, as if it hadn't figured out what to write next.
At this moment, Amon seemed to have sensed some kind of spying. He raised his head, transcending time, and looked at Clean Moretti in the spirit world.
This made him smile. He adjusted the monocle on his right eye and wrote the second sentence on the paper.
"The Laugher Beneath the Mask."
It's Amon.
Amon deciphered his honorific name.
It seems that his reputation has spread.
He was sure that the person he was praying to was not Amon.
But this still made Crane slow down his pace, and he was not very willing to rush to the place where people were praying.
Shaking his head, he waved his hand to dispel the gray mist in front of him, quickened his pace again, and walked towards the direction where he heard the prayer.
Soon, Crane reached his destination and stepped out of the spirit world. The colors around him quickly returned to normal
. Although it seemed to take a long time, it actually only took a few seconds.
The prayer man even kept his hands clasped in a prayer posture, without lowering them, when Crane stepped out of the illusory spiritual world and walked in front of the prayer manInvestment
Chapter 556 Investment
Word count: 2058 · Updated: 2025-10-11
Chapter 556 Investment
A few minutes ago, in a hotel in Ackerman, the "City of Progress".
The inn is called the Big Head Inn, and its owner is a half-giant from the Warrior Path of Silver City. Each room is nearly six meters tall, and it's a hotel specifically for the half-giants from Silver City.
Otherwise, it would be very strange if the residents of Silver City came to other branch cities of Silver City and couldn't even find a suitable hotel to stay in.
At this time, in a room on the third floor of the "Big Block Hotel".
Colin Iliad, the chief of the City of Silver, sat on the two-meter-long sofa in the room, watching the gold dust in front of him being summoned by the drum-beating and prayer ceremony.
"I need to remind you, Mr. Gold Dust. In our world, praying to an unknown being is extremely dangerous. It means your life is completely in the hands of an unknown being. If they want to kill you, it only takes a thought."
"Don't worry, I've always had good luck," Shajin replied with a smile. "Besides, aren't you, Chief, watching over me? I trust you won't let me get hurt, right?"
Colin shook his head but didn't answer.
"That's fine." Sha Jin placed the candles. "As a bargaining chip, I firmly believe in my own value. You can use me as you please, and you can also betray me at the right time. This is a means of exchanging values. But at least, I am very sure that I am still very valuable now."
Shajin finished arranging the altar. "Trust me, we can become good friends. I've always had confidence in my intuition."
"Also, I'm willing to believe that friend named Amon...if he can truly be considered a friend."
"You're just gambling." Colin still didn't respond to Shajin's words. "You're just gambling on the other person's kindness, and also gambling on my kindness."
"That's undeniable," Shajin readily admitted. "I'm addicted to gambling. Whether it's the moment of victory or the long period of emptiness that follows, it's worth savoring over and over again."
Sha Jin did not admit it directly, but answered it in a seemingly acknowledging manner.
This seems to express that he completely trusts Colin, giving Colin the illusion that "I trust you so much, you can trust me more."
But in reality, Sha Jin doesn't feel like he's gambling.
The probability of something going wrong when praying to a being of harmony and joy is actually quite low. Furthermore, his name also includes the description "Protector of all smiles and happiness."
Then the probability of accidents is even lower.
Add a little bit of luck and it's almost no problem.
Of course, it is also necessary to take this opportunity to further strengthen the relationship with Colin.
"But if I'm not mistaken, your ability to become the Protector's Envoy probably stems from a gamble." Shajin turned around and looked at Colin.
Colin was surprised by what Shajin would say. "How did you guess that?"
This already confirms the speculation of gold placer.
"Well, my basis is..." Sha Jin paused, "My basis is no basis at all. It's just a sudden inspiration and a fleeting good fortune."
"Luckily, I guessed right. Looks like I'll be lucky today."
"In short, the company's core is profitability and expansion. It doesn't mind temporary failures, but it will never allow itself to stand still. Being overly conservative is worse than taking a gamble. So I'm willing to take the risk."
After saying this, Shajin no longer hesitated and recited the honorific name he had just bought from a man named Amon.
"The notes of the solo movement."
"The Laugher Beneath the Mask."
"A witness to a long history."
"The protector of all smiles and happiness."
"The great Cleon Moretti."
As soon as the slightly rising voice of prayer rang out, the candle in front of him expanded in an instant, forming a vortex made up of translucent tentacles.
Sha Jin still had a smile on his face, and he kept his hands clasped in prayer. He looked up at the vortex in front of him, took a small step back, and made room.
Soon, Clain, wearing a black windbreaker and a half-high silk hat, walked out of the tentacle vortex.
"Good evening, Mr. Clay Moretti. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest."
"My name is Shajin, and I'm a businessman." Shajin took the initiative to extend his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Gold Dust."
Crane's eyes swept over Colin Elliott, and then he extended his hand and shook hands with the gold dust.
He chose to come here because he saw Colin.
The Little Sun often mentioned Colin Elliot, the chief of the City of Silver, in Tarot Clubs. He highly praised him and even displayed his portrait.
Although he was somewhat wary of Amon spreading his name, he was willing to trust the chief of Silver City, or rather, the vision of Little Sun.
"Sure enough, as soon as I saw him, I felt that Mr. Moretti would be a good chatterbox for us." Shajin led Clayne to the table, asked him to sit down, and poured him a pot of tea.
"Really?" Crane sat down but didn't drink the tea in front of him.
"Of course." Shajin nodded and took a sip from the teacup. "Mr. Moretti must really like money. I really enjoy interacting with people who love money."
Is he so good at judging people?
Clay nodded without hesitation, making no attempt to hide his love of money.
"Yes, I like money. So, Mr. Gold Dust, do you want to give me some money?"
"Haha, Mr. Moretti is so straightforward." Gold Dust smiled. "Yes, there's no need to hide your love for money. Wealth is the foundation of the world; it gives birth to wisdom, creates joy, curbs destruction, and builds harmony. So it's normal to like money."
Shajin held his chin in his hand, feigning contemplation. "If that's the case, I'm pretty much here to give you some money."
"I hope to enter into a partnership with the future Mr. Moretti. Or, to put it another way, I want to invest in you, Mr. Moretti."
Clain leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table in front of him. "Investment?"
"Yes, investment." Sha Jin pushed forward a business card.
The front of the business card has Shajin's name and phone number, and the back has the Interstellar Peace Company logo.
"The prosperity of the universe is based on circulation and trade. Companies facilitate connections between planets, allowing all things to communicate and interoperate."
"I'm eager to collaborate with one of the future leaders of this planet. With a long-term perspective, this could be a win-win situation for both sides."
Crane took the card and turned it over.
"Interstellar Peace Company..."
Crane read out the names.
"Oh, you might be late. Ms. Esther from your company has already contacted me."
"Why don't you have any market intelligence transactions within your company?" Crane looked at the gold dust Chips
Chapter 557 Gold Dust Chips
Word count: 2003 · Last updated: 2025-10-11
Chapter 557 Gold Dust Chips
"Miss Esther?" Gold Dust repeated, his multicolored eyes narrowing. "Oh... so that's it."
As he spoke, he sighed in a somewhat pretentious manner: "Alas, if this is really the case, then it's a pity that I will never get the Holy Grail."
"After all, I only wanted to make a wish for a paid vacation when I fought for the Holy Grail. Therefore, I offended the eldest lady of the company. That's a bit more than worth the gain."
After a simple joke, Shajin leaned back in his chair and smiled, "But it doesn't matter. I believe that when Ms. Esther invested, she definitely didn't use the name of the Strategic Investment Department of Interstellar Peace Company.
"You know, there's always competition within the company, and everyone's not always united. And Ms. Esther probably won't be using the company's name primarily."
"In that case, I can definitely invest in you under the name of the Strategic Investment Department... or even personally."
"Personal reputation? So you seem to be very rich?" Crane looked at Sha Jin, his eyes swept across the tattoo on Sha Jin's neck, and then immediately moved away.
Although he didn't know what it was, his spiritual intuition told him that staring at it seemed impolite, so Crane just glanced at it and quickly looked away, returning to Sha Jin's face and staring at those beautiful eyes.
"It seems that you have a certain understanding of the company. Are you interested in coming to the company to play?" Sha Jin seemed not to notice Crane's gaze and still had a smile on his face.
"From what you think, it seems that you want to open a back door for me and let me directly enter as a small leader?" Crane took out two bottles of sweet iced tea from the mist of history and pushed one of them in front of Sha Jin.
"The company's strategic investment department has been considering expansion for some time, and I'm definitely lacking a capable and courageous project manager." Shajin accepted the sweet iced tea without hesitation and took a sip, just like Clay.
"So, have you ever considered joining the company? I can arrange for you to be a project manager directly. You can move directly into Pier Point, with accommodations, meals, and all travel expenses covered by the company."
"Of course, if you're willing to join the company, I can make you a P35 project manager directly, and I guarantee you'll reach at least a P46 position in the future, which is one level higher than I am now."
"You can mobilize most of my resources. And you can directly manage at least seven resource-rich star systems on the day you start."
"What do you think?"
Clay seemed genuinely moved. He took off his half-raised black silk hat and placed it on his lap. He nodded with interest and asked, "How rich is it?"
"Well, at least it's much richer than the galaxy you're in now..." Sand Gold replied, then seemed to feel something was wrong and added, "If you don't count the Essence."
"Of course, none of this is the most important thing." Shajin tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "The most important point is that by joining the Strategic Investment Department, I can ensure that the Market Development Department will not interfere in matters related to Earth's integration."
"I know that." Clain nodded. "I've heard a little about the Marketing Department from Miss Esther."
"Oh, it seems I've been beaten to the punch again." Shajin blinked his left eye. "But, an extra guarantee is always a good thing, isn't it?"
"That sounds really rich," Klein said, clasping his hands on the table. "It makes me excited."
"But I think you've looked for more than just me, right?" Crane asked.
"Yes," Gold Dust said without hiding anything. "I also looked for Mr. Amon, Mr. Roselle, Ms. Amanisis, Ms. Lilith... and the Ancient Sun God, whose name I didn't tell him."
Then he put his chin on his hand and made a distressed expression.
"Unfortunately, the others don't seem very interested in joining the company. Only Ms. Amanisis is interested in our company, but even she isn't very willing to work for me."
"It seems that my charm has indeed declined a lot during this period."
His tone did sound a little distressed, but he still had a smile on his face.
"No, no, no, Mr. Gold Dust is actually quite charming, both in appearance and demeanor." Clain took a sip of his sweet iced tea. "But I might need to reconsider joining the company."
Clain of Interstellar Peace Corporation learned a general idea from Esther, and it had a significant impact on the Strategic Investment Department.
But now he is asked to make a choice, whether to join the company or cooperate with the company, he still needs to consider it.
Although he can be considered a true god, he is not stable and his qualifications are too shallow. He does not think he is qualified to make any decisions on behalf of the earth, so he chooses to turn a blind eye.
"It's okay. You can take your time to think about it. You and I both have plenty of time." Shajin smiled and nodded. "And for you, your value will only increase as time goes by."
After saying this, he took a chip from his pocket, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of Crane.
"My invitation remains valid, and before you accept, you can use this chip to do something in my name, mobilizing all the company's resources below P45."
"At the same time, this chip can also be used to contact me. If you need any help, or if you have figured it out and want to join the company or my project team, you can also use it to contact me."
"The company hasn't entered this universe yet, so this chip may not be worth much."
"But believe me, once the company really arrives in this universe, the value of this chip will be much greater than you can imagine."
Crane picked up the chips and looked at them.
This is a prototype gold chip with gold lines and three blue hearts inside, and a shield-like pattern of blue and gold intersecting in the middle.
"It's a very good looking chip," Klein commented.
After thinking for a few seconds, he took the chips and put them in the pocket of his windbreaker.
"Okay, I'll remember that. Thanks for the chips, too."
The corners of Shajin's mouth curled up even higher. He turned to look at Colin and spread his hands. "See, what did I say? I said we would have a pleasant chat, right?"
"My luck has always been pretty good."
Colin also raised his hands in response to the gold dust