406: Chapter 406 They're all movie stars

"Lost lamb, you bring the clamor of the secular world and disturb the tranquility of the Source God."

Very Good did not turn around; his voice echoed ethereally, carrying a high and mighty sense of holiness.

Chen You walked to a spot three meters behind him, came to a stop, and took out the contract silk.

"I'm here to get a stamp."

Very Good slowly rose and turned his head.

He had a compassionate expression, and a golden circular holy emblem hung on his chest.

When his gaze fell upon the contract silk, his pupils contracted for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"An ancient contract." Very Good crossed his hands over his chest. "This is a trial from the Source God."

"If you want the mark, you need to prove your devotion."

Devotion again.

"How do I prove it?" Chen You asked.

Very Good stepped aside and pointed at the bronze scales in the hands of the divine statue.

"These are the Judgment Scales. The left side carries the soul, and the right side carries dedication."

"The seventh tenet of the Source God Doctrine: Only by dedicating everything can one behold the deity."

"Place your most precious possession upon the scales. If you can make the scales tilt, it will show that your devotion has moved the deity."

Chen You looked at the scales covered in verdigris: "Anything will do?"

"The Source God sees through all vanities." Very Good's tone was solemn. "Mundane scrap metal cannot budge the God's Scales in the slightest."

"You must..."

Before he could finish, Chen You had already walked beneath the tray on the right side of the scales.

He opened his system inventory, his gaze sweeping over the long string of zeros in his balance.

Chen You raised his hand, his fingertips moving quickly in the air as he directly entered the withdrawal amount: one hundred thousand gold coins.

“Clatter—”

Golden light emerged out of thin air.

Like a bursting flood, one hundred thousand gold coins turned into a golden waterfall, pouring crazily onto the tray on the right side of the scales.

The interior of the hall was instantly illuminated as bright as day by the golden light.

However, the bronze scales didn't even tremble.

Not only that, but when the gold coins piled up to a certain height, they actually passed right through the tray on the right and scattered all over the ground with a clatter, as if the tray were merely an illusion.

Very Good looked at the gold coins covering the floor, his eyes showing no fluctuation, even carrying a hint of pity.

"Lost lamb, you still don't understand. How can the radiance of the Source God be defiled by these worldly things? Secular wealth is nothing more than fleeting clouds in the eyes of the deity."

Chen You raised an eyebrow.

Doesn't take cash?

With a wave of his hand, he collected the gold coins from the floor back into his inventory.

Then, a golden light flashed in his palm, and a long sword, white as jade throughout, appeared out of nowhere.

innate spiritual treasure, yuhuang sword.

As soon as the sword appeared, the holy aura within the hall was pushed back three points by that sharp sword pressure.

Chen You gripped the hilt and gently placed the yuhuang sword on the right tray.

"This thing is an innate spiritual treasure. You won't find many in the entire Source Realm. Is this heavy enough?"

The scales remained dead silent.

The sword intent of the yuhuang sword flowed over the tray, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to tilt the scales even slightly.

Chen You was somewhat surprised now.

He put away the yuhuang sword and looked directly at Very Good: "You don't take money, and you don't want treasures."

"What exactly does this Source God of yours like?"

Very Good pressed his palms together, looked up at the tall divine statue, and spoke ethereally.

"The Source God does not need mundane objects. The deity sits high above the clouds, looking down upon all living beings."

"What he needs is the emotion from the depths of the soul, the heart of devotion that is willing to sacrifice everything for him."

"Emotion? Sacrifice?"

Chen You rubbed his chin.

To put it bluntly, the Source God was just a high-level NPC or background element set by the Yuanjie System.

Since it was a deity mechanism, the core data for judgment must be the so-called "Power of Faith."

As long as enough intense "faith" emotions were provided, these scales would move.

Move the Source God?

Chen You smiled.

So that's what was needed.

If it's about putting on a show, that's easy enough.

"Devotion, right?" Chen You clicked open the system interface.

Very Good watched Chen You's actions, a flash of confusion in his eyes, but he quickly regained his solemnity: "Only through complete enlightenment can..."

Chen You ignored him, his fingers tapping rapidly on the virtual keyboard.

[Regional Bounty Posted]

[Target Location: Qirui City City Lord's Mansion Cathedral]

[Task Requirements: Express extreme devotion and emotion toward the Source God on-site. Any form is acceptable, as long as it can move the deity.]

[Number of Recruits: 1,000 people.]

[Reward: 10,000 gold coins.]

"Post."

The announcement was sent three times in a row.

The players in the entire Qirui City instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Three seconds later, things exploded.

"Holy crap? Am I blind? 10,000 gold coins?!"

"1,000 people, that means everyone gets 10 gold coins!"

"Big Shot Chen You? Is it the Big Shot Chen You I'm thinking of?"

"Brothers, don't just stand there! City Lord's Mansion Cathedral! Charge!"

The average level of players in Qirui City was between level 30 and 40.

At this stage, even if players didn't eat or drink, they would have to grind for over half a year to save up 10 gold coins.

The one thousand slots were filled instantly.

Inside the cathedral.

Very Good sighed as he watched Chen You standing there in a daze.

"Give up. Your soul is filled with secular desires and cannot produce pure faith."

"Don't be in such a hurry." Chen You walked to a bench, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"I've already called for people. Since I'm not enough alone, let quantity lead to a qualitative change."

Very Good frowned: "How can faith be treated as a joke? No matter how many mortals without a heart of reverence come..."

“Bang!”

The heavy oak doors of the cathedral were violently slammed open by a massive force.

The two door panels smashed against the walls, letting out a deafening boom.

Very Good was startled and turned to look.

He saw a dense crowd outside, with countless eyes glowing like hungry wolves, staring fixedly at the interior of the hall.

A Berserker player in the lead had even lost his weapon while running, his helmet was lopsided, and he rushed into the hall panting heavily.

His gaze swept across the hall and locked onto the tall statue of the Source God.

“Thud!”

The Berserker's knees hit the ground, sliding for three meters until he knelt directly before the divine statue, tears flowing instantly.

"Source God! My dear father! I've finally seen you! Do you know how I've survived these thirty levels?"

"My faith in you is like a surging river, continuous and unending, and like the flooding Yellow River, once it starts, it cannot be stopped!"

"You are my light, my electricity, my only myth!"

The Berserker wailed while kowtowing frantically, making the floor thud loudly.

Very Good was completely dumbfounded.

This... what kind of burning emotion was this?

But before he could even react, more crowds of people flooded into the cathedral.

"Move aside! Let me move the deity!" A dwarf mage squeezed through the crowd and threw himself at the feet of the statue, clutching its thighs tightly and weeping like a rain-drenched pear blossom.

"Lord Source God! I am willing to dedicate my soul to you! Just say the word, and I'll jump off a cliff immediately to prove my devotion!"

In just one minute, over a thousand players crowded the spacious cathedral until not a drop of water could trickle through.