An Evil God Invade Another World

The Next Day.

In the estate of Viscount Trentin, the noble viscount was in a furious rage. Unable to control his anger, he had killed two female servants and four male attendants. It wasn't until he had taken six lives that his fury began to subside.

"Over five hundred of them!" the viscount bellowed at his steward. "Five hundred armored soldiers! They may not be knights, but they represent eighty percent of my military power. I’m finished! The family will surely seize this opportunity to take my lands and possessions. What should I do?"

The steward sighed helplessly. He, too, was at a loss. Although the viscount was merely a baron, his lands and wealth were substantial, and the nobles within the family would undoubtedly turn against him for such a tempting assets. It was all too common.

"I want revenge! Have you investigated everything?" the viscount shouted. "I want my knights to wipe out every living thing in that village—leave no one alive!"

The steward adjusted his monocle, frowning as he spoke. "It’s strange, my lord. They’re not afraid at all. In fact, they’re selling a type of red wheat in the city, specifically for nobles, in exchange for knowledge."

"What?" The viscount laughed in disbelief, his anger turning to incredulity. "Those beasts dare to conduct business on our territory? They’re asking for death. Send the knights to eliminate them."

The steward shook his head gently. "My lord, I advise against that. Perhaps this is a ladder for us to ascend."

"What do you mean?" The viscount looked puzzled.

The steward smiled as he explained, "Think about it. Over five hundred armored soldiers—ordinary weapons can’t harm them at all. They’ve easily destroyed multiple villages, yet that village remains intact, which suggests there’s some extraordinary power at play there."

The viscount's eyes widened with excitement. "A cult? Then they’re doomed! If we report them, they’ll be finished."

The steward shook his head again. "My lord, that would be a grave mistake. We are currently the weaker party. Reporting that cult would bring us no benefit. If we can win them over, we can shift from being the weak faction to the strong one in the family."

The viscount nodded vigorously. "Right, small grievances can disrupt grand plans. To survive in this family, I must learn to endure. Immediately procure knowledge and show some sincerity. Tell them that Viscount Trentin wishes to invite the power behind them for deep cooperation."

By evening, Jack returned to the village with a wealth of books and riches, along with a good amount of food.

He pushed through the crowd, eager to take credit for his efforts and to inform Godfallen about the viscount’s invitation. Arriving at the door, Jack excitedly pushed it open, only to be sent flying backward.

"Great One, it's me! I’ve brought you books!"

"Come in!"

As Jack entered, he saw Godfallen sprawled motionless over the table, milk splattered over him, while Rhea was nowhere to be seen.

"Great One, the books are outside," Jack said with a smile. "According to your request, I also procured a number of dairy cows, though I’m not sure why you need so much milk."

Before he could finish, a sharp pain shot through him as an invisible force yanked a large handful of his hair out.

"Who permitted you to inquire about my affairs?" Godfallen slowly rose, floating before him. "I can grant you wealth and glory, but I can also condemn you to eternal suffering. Speak if you have business; otherwise, get lost."

Jack hurriedly recounted the happenings in the city, only to be kicked eight meters away.

The door closed, and Jack rolled on the ground outside, letting out cries that resembled a pig being slaughtered.

The inner door creaked open, and Riya peeked out, confirming the door was locked before approaching Godfallen. She gently embraced him and then led him to a tub of milk to wash him.

Godfallen sank into the milk, the silky texture eliciting a satisfied sound from him.

"My lord, isn’t this a bit wasteful?"

"Wasteful?" Godfallen opened one eye to look at her. "Then tell me, how is it not wasteful?"

"The children lack the nutrition from milk. If we give them this entire tub, they’ll surely grow better."

"And then?" Godfallen snorted. "They grow into healthy boys and girls, only to be taken by enemies when they attack. The healthy girls will be captured, and the healthy boys will be forced into hard labor, leading to a grim fate."

Riya frowned. "But doesn’t the Great One protect us?"

"You can’t even spare milk for the Great One and expect me to protect you? That’s quite shameless." He en lifted her hands, observing her face, which had lowered in shame. "Without the milk bath, your rough hands are sharper than a razor."

"I'm sorry, Great One. I won't speak like that again." Riya cried, her tears mingling with the milk.

Her hands were delicate, free of calluses, as her primary duties had been caring for her brother and milking cows. She understood the value of milk, but Godfallen was indifferent.

"I forgive you because you are still a child. If you were an adult, hm... Did you hear what Jack the village chief said earlier?" Godfallen closed his eyes, continuing to enjoy the bath.

"I did."

"I broke four of Jack's ribs and left a five-centimeter-long wound on his abdomen. He is highly likely to die in agony from infection, all because he asked me a question that annoyed me. Yet, I mercifully spared his life, leaving it to chance." Godfallen raised his head, looking into her terrified eyes. "Do not emulate him, understand?"

"I understand, Great One."

He snorted. "I know what you’re thinking. You wonder why I am so evil, rather than the righteous deity you envision, right?"

Riya nodded.

"You’re clever to know that lying is the greatest sin." Godfallen asked, eyes still closed, "What do you think about the soldiers attacking you? Are they righteous or evil?"

"They want to steal our food and kill us. They are evil bad people."

Godfallen floated on the surface of the milk, nodding. "But if they don’t steal enough food, their children will starve, and their families will suffer and die in the cold winter."

Riya's worldview shattered like a fragile diode, and she lowered her head, asking softly, "Is that true?"

"False, but there will certainly be such people. Remember, in this world, the most important thing is to survive, no matter the means. If they rob you, they are evil. If one day you lack food and rob others, you are righteous. In this world, there is only relative righteousness; we are always righteous, and the enemy is always evil. Do you understand?"

Riya nodded gently. "But I feel the Great One is too extreme."

"Oh!" Gothvalen was submerged in the milk, "Whether extreme or not, you must do as I say. Otherwise, with a single sneeze, I could kill you all. Since you wish to survive by my side, you only need to take care of me. I dislike being questioned; I require absolute obedience."

"Yes, my lord!" Riya placed Godfallen on the bed, drying him off, then moved him to a pile of skulls.

Godfallen nestled into the skulls. "Wash yourself clean, and after lunch, carry me into the city. Viscount Trenting is still waiting for us."

"But I don’t have a pretty dress," Riya said, feeling self-conscious. She had always heard stories about the big city, longing for it yet fearing it.

With a wave of his right hand, Godfallen conjured a beautiful Rococo-style puffy dress on the table. "Change into this after your bath."

"Thank you, my lord." Riya ran off excitedly to wash.

Godfallen, hidden among the skulls, sneered. "Hmph, vanity is my favorite original sin; it can easily control anyone. Just as I thought, the power of faith, as one of the origin forces, can be transformed into other substances at will."

He closed his eyes, recalling everything about the Mother of Flesh and Blood. All the bloodline memories were imprinted in his mind, like a vast library that he could browse at will.

This "huge" library contained a wealth of knowledge about deities and evil gods. After devouring the brains of those soldiers and the village chief's family, he learned about all the gods and evil gods in this world.

The bloodline memories stored countless knowledge about these deities and evil gods, leading him to question whether the original owner of the tentacles came from this world. However, the memories of the soldiers and the village chief's family contained no records of the original owner.

Setting aside these uninteresting thoughts, Godfallen began to delve into the knowledge of the Mother of Flesh and Blood.

In this world, knowledge is the true power and wealth. Sacrifice, magic, prayer—these not only depend on talent but also on whether one can obtain spells. Without spells and knowledge, everything is futile.

Realizing his own strength, Godfallen felt he had been too low-key in the past. This was good; he must maintain it.

Because this world is vast, with countless planes, and he had no idea how many gods were hidden within it. Currently, he was severely injured and could only bide his time, at least until his body fully recovered to the peak of demigod strength.

Godfallen's sacrifice of corpses had granted him red wheat, a tribute to the Mother of Flesh and Blood, who presided over flesh and growth. She was an immensely powerful and terrifying deity, with followers spread across multiple worlds and planes.

A knock sounded at the door, and a villager entered with food. Riya carefully tucked away the puffy dress, setting the meal on the table before embracing Godfallen to feed him.