Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 932 - 8: Taking Control! Duncan’s Rise to Power (Part 2)

Afternoon.

The Joyful Priest serving Duncan’s daily needs has been changed to a new person, a beautiful woman named Alya-Smile, who was the same woman wearing a light purple ceremonial long dress yesterday. Lyra needed a short rest today and had something to report to the Mother of Great Bliss.

"Lord Duncan."

"The Mother of Great Bliss wants you to see her in the evening." Alya-Smile looked pleasingly, affectionately offering snacks.

Due to last night’s Divine Grace ritual, she has become an official Joyful Priestess.

Duncan nodded calmly and said, "I got it."

"You can go now."

Then, Duncan rose and unsheathed the longsword, starting training in the courtyard outside the divine hall.

Dammit.

The entire Joyful Temple doesn’t even have a training ground, only bars, lounges, dance halls, and the like, more equipped than a club. Back when he fought monsters with the Barbarians, the God of Strength’s temple was either a training ground or an arena, lifting weights, challenging others to wrestle, and never missing a moment to train.

Killing and sex are the essence of the Barbarian.

If it’s all women, Barbarians become weaklings.

Even Duncan, being a human form bearer, with nights filled with revelry and indulgence, can see combat power decline, let alone others.

Hedonists are just too corrupt and decadent.

Duncan stretched his muscles and finally felt his state return, wiped his sweat with a towel, and turning his head, saw several barely awake Joyful Priestesses peeking at him from a corner of the courtyard. Among them, a blue-haired noblewoman was whispering about his rock-hard pecs to her sisters.

They were just waking up, having reveled until dawn last night.

"They are all near mid-high tier priest levels, but their combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning."

"With such slender arms and legs, they can hardly walk in armor."

Duncan shook his head speechlessly, sheathed the longsword with a clang, and changed clothes to find the Mother of Great Bliss.

The entire Joyful Church is peculiar.

In other Divine Churches, the most important attribute for a priest is perception, followed by strength, constitution, agility, etc., but for Joyful Church’s priests, the most important attributes are perception and charm, where strength, constitution, and agility are not very important. They are active in formal dresses and tight clothes, and lack of strength doesn’t matter.

As for holding a heavy shield, carrying a flail, wielding a spiked mace, battleaxe, warhammer, and smashing someone’s brains, forget about it.

"Damn it."

"Someday, I’ll train you all into battle nuns!"

Duncan left without looking back.

Beauty is just fleeting clouds.

Seeing these people, he thinks about how to improve their combat capabilities; the enemies are at their doorstep, yet they still indulge in pleasure.

Duncan felt frustrated commanding these people into battle that night.

Don’t be fooled by the full hand of cards he had; when it came to a head-on clash, none of them would suffice.

On the way to the Mother of Great Bliss’s villa, Duncan encountered a member of the Scarlet Performer Sect, the Jester, who was perhaps the only one who left midway last night. The Jester never waited till the revelry ended to leave.

For his stage only exists before the curtain falls.

The other painted comical jester graffiti, spinning a sickle single-handedly, sizing up Duncan. Seeing the traces of sweat from his recent training, his gaze softened a bit, nodded slightly without speaking, and like a stage curtain call, disappeared in a puff of illusion smoke.

An expert!

Just a bit of a show-off.

The Joyful Church’s career advancement system is chaotic; the goddess herself juggles the Warlock profession, and the church’s priests do the same. There are Curse Poets among the Scarlet Performers, and at the highest, they can cast ninth-ring spells.

"Specializing in illusion and assassination."

"A useful talent, far stronger than the rest."

Duncan nodded inwardly. During the counterattack that night, the Jester alone killed many enemies, and assassinated the opposing magic archer, being a key to their comeback.

"Can only rely on the Scarlet Performer Sect."

Duncan stopped, motioned the Joyful Attendant before him to report, and soon entered the luxurious mansion, standing in the hall waiting for the Mother of Great Bliss to appear.

Soon, servants offered wine and food.

At this moment, from the second-floor corridor, came a lazy yawn, as the Mother of Great Bliss appeared in a silk robe as thin as cicada wings, with loose hair, without any undergarment, hinting at every outline. Half-reclined on the staircase, seemingly just awakened from a hangover, lazily eyeing Duncan, she elegantly and idly sauntered to the living room, motioned for the servant to bring awakening tea, crossed her long legs, and leisurely said, "Why are you here so early?"

The Mother of Great Bliss’s constitution is not high, nor is her strength, only her agility passes.

With her physique, where wearing full armor would be difficult to move, indulging daily, one day she’ll even struggle to hold a shield steadily.

Duncan looked up, retracted his gaze, and said seriously, "Shouldn’t the Great Mother change into something else first?"

The other wore a sheer silk robe as thin as a cicada’s wings.

Discussing matters requires a proper attitude.

At his words, the Mother of Great Bliss paused, then chuckled lightly to rise, motioned for the attendant to bring clothes, and casually walked into a room without closing the door.