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Pimii Church was one of the churches on the outskirts of the Holy Light Kingdom.

Located on the periphery of the Abandoned Land, it was quite a remote place. However, in this border church of the Holy Light Kingdom, there was a man who originally was a core figure in the Holy Light Kingdom – Kyle Hiller, the bishop of Pimii Church.

The fact that he was given the title ‘Holy Light’ suggests how high Pimii’s original status was in the Holy Light Kingdom.

From a young age, he exhibited an extraordinary talent for ‘Holy Light.’ By the age of ten, he had become a second-order powerholder.

At the age of 18, he became a peak six-tier entity.

In the holy land of the Church of Holy Light, he received the Extraordinary Template and was given the ‘Holy Light’ title.

No one doubted that, if he continued on his life trajectory, he would become the holy son of the Church of Holy Light, and perhaps even the future Pope. Sadly, his remarkable life came to a halt at the age of 21.

He failed his attempt to break into the seventh tier.

The template shattered, dropping him directly from extraordinary to simply great.

After the decline in the quality of his template, his status declined as well.

From a core figure in the Church of Holy Light, he began to rapidly lose status. However much applause and flowers he had received, he now faced an equal amount of mockery and disdain.

From heaven to the earthly world, it took him just a month.

Now, he had been stuck in this remote region for a full five years!

What’s scarier was that he seemed to have accepted his fate, living in a daze day after day, spending his time with alcohol.

In five years, this former prodigy, former Son of Light, had become a middle-aged slob with a bloated physique.

Decadence ages people!

Now, he bore no traces of his former vigor.

His abilities had declined severely.

So much so that he hadn’t even noticed a skeleton approaching him.

Only when a hard object prodded his back did he suddenly snap awake, abruptly getting up and roaring, “Who! Who dares to mess with me!”

At this time, he regained some of his former charisma, quite imposingly at that, but he quickly raised his hands as a dagger was placed against his throat.

Simultaneously, a death threat assailed him, bringing him to tears: “Don’t, don’t kill me, I, I don’t want…”

Kyle’s pleading was cut off as something was thrust into his hand.

Kyle was taken aback, squinting to identify what was in his hand — it seemed to be a long-range communication device.

At the same time, Dean McKenzie’s voice echoed from the device: “Mr. Kyle, do you want merit or not? If you do, I’m here to deliver it to you!”

Kyle was stunned in place.

About ten minutes later, the old eight retreated from behind Kyle.

The dagger removed from his neck and the sense of impending death gone, Kyle Hiller collapsed.

He remained dazed for quite a while.

Only after a good ten minutes did he regain his senses, his face flushing with excitement.

“Five years, five years. Do you know how I’ve spent these five years?

In these five years, I have been waiting for a chance, a chance I have finally found today!”

People subconsciously embellish their own actions, although he had wasted the past five years in complete decadence.

But that’s irrelevant, what’s important is that there’s now an opportunity in front of him.

As long as he can seize it and turn the tables, no one can accuse him of truly wasting these five years.

“Grabbing this opportunity, I have to firmly grasp this chance!”

But firmly grasping this opportunity is not an easy task.

Dean McKenzie made no secret that he wasn’t just reaching out to him. Whoever offered Dean the highest price would receive the opportunity.

Kyle didn’t know who else Dean had contacted, but he was clearly aware that if he relied solely on his current situation, the degraded version of him living the past five years barely making ends meet, he wouldn’t be able to offer Dean a satisfactory price in the competition.

So this former prodigy, former Holy Son, who had been decadent for five years, for the first time, reached out to the contacts from five years ago to find the teacher who was still at the core of the Holy Light Kingdom.

The first sentence he uttered was, “Teacher, help me!

I want to stand up again!”

The Abandoned Land!

At this time, it had been half a month since Dean McKenzie left Golden Plain.

In this half a month, Dean roamed the edge of the Abandoned Land, with old eight constantly making moves, and up to now, he had found dozens of bishops to relay his intention to defect.

Of course, the chances aren’t great just based on Dean’s wish to defect.

But if Dean added the ‘Crystal Heart,’ the situation would be different.

Take Kabba Raven for example, he found a ‘Crystal Heart’ and leaped from being a small town bishop to getting the opportunity to enter the holy land of the Church of Holy Light, with potential to become the holy son of the Church of Holy Light, or even the Pope in the future.

With the example of Kabba Raven in front of them, no one could stay indifferent to the meritorious service that Dean was offering up.

“If they want to secure this merit, there are two choices, one is to directly seize me.

The other is to give me a satisfactory price!”

What choice they make, will all depend on them!”

This matter carries certain risks, Dean knew.

Although Dean chose partners who were six-turn, and most of them had knives held to their throats by old eight..