Chapter 789 - 675: The Lord’s Space

Chapter 789: Chapter 675: The Lord’s Space

"Of course! The power bestowed by the great Lord is undoubtedly equally great!"

Many people nearby instinctively nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

During this period, they have more or less received "free" power enhancements time and time again, and their loyalty and trust in the "Lord" have been continually elevated by repeated surprises.

Some have even experimented with the power gained on their peers.

Although not everyone has reached Chen Fengrui’s borderline pathological fanaticism, everyone’s loyalty level is at least above the "qualified" line.

At this moment, a figure suddenly leapt out from the crowd.

It’s Luo Ji!

His personality is highly adventurous, adhering to the belief that "wealth is sought amidst danger."

While others were still observing, speculating, and marveling, he was the first to rush to the sphere of light. Under the astonished gaze of everyone, he boldly extended his hand directly towards the surface of the sphere.

"Bold!"

Chen Fengrui’s face darkened, scolding, he wanted to stop it but was too late.

Many people around also widened their eyes, thinking Luo Ji’s action was indeed too reckless, a blasphemy against the "Lord."

However, at the moment Luo Ji’s palm touched the surface of the sphere—

The torrent of information on the sphere’s surface paused slightly, then replaced the originally blurry flicker with a line of clear and stable text:

[Exchange permission insufficient.]

Insufficient permission is inevitable.

After all, Feng Mu fundamentally lacks the capability to bestow all the abilities listed on the sphere.

Many of them were concocted based on his past life’s memories to impress...no, they were used to illustrate a grand blueprint. He can only actually bestow a very small portion, and that too in the future.

The primary function of this sphere at this stage is merely to show them, draw an enticing big pie.

As long as he doesn’t say, all final interpretative rights belong to the Lord.

"Exchange permission insufficient?"

Once everyone saw the words on the sphere, there was an immediate commotion, with various voices of discussion.

"These abilities... can be ’exchanged’?"

Someone immediately grasped the key, raising their voice with excitement,

"They just require some kind of ’permission’!"

While speaking, that person couldn’t wait and rushed forward, pressing their hand onto the sphere.

In the same position, the same alert appeared again—[Exchange permission insufficient.]

Having someone take the lead, the rest could no longer hold back, swarming forward eagerly to press their hands against the sphere.

Soon, including Chen Fengrui, everyone tried it once.

The result was unsurprising, each person received the same prompt, without exception.

The sphere was enormous, even if everyone gathered in a circle, they couldn’t completely surround it.

Although the exchange failed, it seemed that every person understood some hidden meaning from this simple prompt:

Since the prompt is "permission insufficient," there must be some method to "unlock" permissions!

Everyone furrowed their brows, eyes flickering, trying to decipher the method to obtain permission.

More interestingly, despite the clear prompt, no one was willing to be the first to move their hand away from the sphere.

As if the warm light itself had some kind of magical power, or perhaps it was a subtle unwillingness—what if by sticking around a bit longer, the permission mysteriously appeared?

The allure of power lies in that even if you haven’t truly obtained it yet, just having it vaguely present before you is enough to make you itchy-hearted, sunk within, reluctant to let go.

"Is it those numbers?"

Finally, someone broke the silence, pointing at those hard-to-see numbers on the sphere,

"Those numbers might be some sort of... ’currency’? Perhaps accumulating enough ’currency’ could unlock permissions for exchange?"

Although Luo Ji was the first to fail in trying, his mind remained agile, he shook his head, supplementing:

"That’s probably correct.

But what the Lord needs certainly isn’t worldly metals. It must be something else... but what would the Lord require us to sacrifice?"

This is the question everyone is pondering, yet no one is willing to share their thoughts freely.

The hall fell into an eerie silence once more.

It was then that people started to have the leisure to glance at each other.

They noticed that what each wore was a reflection of what they wore in reality, but every person’s chest bore a clearly visible numeric number.

From 1 to 44, corresponding one-on-one with the white doors around.

Someone suddenly comprehended, pointing at the surrounding doors:

"Those doors and the numbers on us, are they rooms granted to us by the Lord?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, the speculation seemed reasonable.

But even so, no one was willing to move their feet away from the sphere, to check the room possibly belonging to their number.

A subtle suspicion and competitive mindset quietly began to breed—that what if, as soon as I leave, someone gets a flash of inspiration, or the Lord suddenly bestows grace, letting someone secretly unlock permissions and exchanged abilities?

Even though the possibility seemed trivial, but... what if?

Just as this deadlock and atmosphere of speculation reached its peak.

In response to their confusion and hopes, two pure and dazzling golden beams of light suddenly shot straight down from the pure white ceiling without warning!

The beams accurately enveloped two people in the crowd—Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji!

The next instant, under the horrified and envious gaze of everyone, Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji’s bodies were lifted by an invisible force, slowly floating in the air.

The golden light, like warm holy water, bathed, enveloped, and penetrated their entire beings, rendering them like divine entities.

"A miracle!"

"It’s the Lord! The Lord is bestowing grace!"

Those quick to react yelled in surprise, hastily bowing down again.

In a flash, everyone else eagerly knelt on the ground, looking up and gazing at the figures within the beams of light, eyes bursting with intense brilliance.

They frantically hoped that they could be the next chosen by the Holy Light.

These, naturally, were Feng Mu’s deliberately designed "performance effects."

The gifting of power, such affairs cannot be clandestinely executed.

They must be completed publicly, under the watchful eyes of many, to maximize the "role model" encouraging effect.

Roughly three to five seconds passed before the golden beams slowly dissipated.

Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji descended slowly to the ground, feet touching the surface.

Both kept their eyes closed, seemingly still savoring and experiencing the surging new strength within.

It was a feeling starkly different from [Molded Embryo] manipulating bones, while the new abilities’ related techniques and information have deeply imprinted on their souls like instinct.

No need for study or development, they could be exhibited to the fullest.

Surrounding, the crowd saw the golden light not falling anymore, reluctantly climbing to their feet, then immediately flocking towards Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji, eyes bright with jealousy and envy that couldn’t be hidden.

Chen Fengrui felt the addition of two potent abilities within, looking at the flocking crowd, knowing what they most wanted to know.

Unable to hide the excited glow on his face, he was the first to exclaim loudly: "Praise my Lord!"

Before the words settled, he casually stepped forward.

Swoosh!

His figure instantly blurred, like a ghost, appearing next to the sphere tens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

Along the path, he left a clear, slightly delayed, slowly dissipating illusory ghost shadow, twisted and true-to-life.

The crowd let out a gasp, eyes firmly following Chen Fengrui, their envy almost turning substantive.

Luo Ji, watching Chen Fengrui’s display, refused to be outdone, also stepped forward, his silhouette flickered, also dragging a string of ghost shadows closely, appearing right by the sphere as well.

Both stood beneath the sphere, touched by insight, pressing their hands onto it once more.