Seraphina: !!
’Another Divine Favored!’
’And a Favored of the God of Slaughter, no less.’
Belle White continued her explanation.
"Maxim used a portion of the authority granted to him by the God of Slaughter—an authority that transcends the system’s rules—to twist the rules of this world."
"Any outside Player who enters this place will have their system connection and Abilities interfered with and suppressed by this Divine Power! That’s the real reason you’ve lost your Power!"
’I knew it! Just as I suspected!’
A flicker of understanding flashed in Seraphina’s eyes.
When she heard Eric’s dying cry of "A Favored of the God of Slaughter," she had already started connecting the dots.
A former Player who had pledged allegiance to a Divine being hostile to the Doomsday Game and who wielded a portion of the authority over rules would indeed be capable of this.
However, knowing all this did nothing to solve Seraphina’s current predicament.
Seraphina looked at Belle White, her eyes burning with urgency, and asked the most critical question:
"Since you can use your Player Abilities without being affected, does that mean you have some... method to counter this suppression?"
’She desperately needs to get her Power back!’
Although the [Dreadful Upright Ape] Title was powerful, it was ultimately a passive trigger that relied on her getting injured.
In a treacherous Level 5 dungeon, relying on a single Title and her physical fitness was like dancing on a knife’s edge.
Seraphina had to regain the use of her Talent and Skills as soon as possible. Otherwise, forget completing the mission—even self-preservation would be a problem.
Belle White shook her head gently.
Her tone held a hint of helplessness. "My method... you probably can’t replicate it. I’m not suppressed because I carry a gift from another Divine being."
As she spoke, she held out her palm. The air above it shimmered slightly, and a pure white feather, about a foot long and radiating a soft yet resolute light, materialized out of thin air.
The feather’s appearance seemed to dispel some of the gloom in the room, bringing with it an indescribable sense of tranquility and transcendence.
"This is a feather that contains a trace of the Goddess of Liberty’s Divine Power."
Belle White’s voice was filled with reverence.
"It was originally a token and a bridge, meant to guide and acknowledge me, helping me become the Goddess of Liberty’s Favored. It’s only by relying on the Rule Power of ’freedom’ it contains—the direct opposite of ’slaughter’—that I’m able to barely maintain the integrity of my own Power in this world shrouded by the God of Slaughter’s Divine Power, free from Maxim’s suppression."
"Goddess of Liberty?" Seraphina felt a bit overwhelmed by the flood of information, her head spinning.
The dungeons she had experienced before, whether it was The Insect Frenzy or the Petrification Apocalypse, were all centered on hoarding supplies, dealing with monsters, and struggling to survive in extreme environments.
At most, they involved some special rules and items.
But ever since meeting Yana Yates, it had been one thing after another: "Pollution God’s Favored," "God of Slaughter’s Favored," and now a "Goddess of Liberty" had appeared.
These beings, existing on a Divine level far beyond Seraphina’s current understanding, were being thrown at her one after another.
It made Seraphina feel like a total noob who had stumbled into a high-rank match.
Belle White seemed to notice her confusion and explained, "This might still be too far off for you. But once a Player’s Level reaches Level 5, the dungeons you encounter will often have backgrounds and power levels that are no longer limited to simple natural disasters and monsters. Rules, authority, and even traces of the Divine... will gradually start to appear."
Seraphina could only respond to this with a helpless, bitter smile.
"I haven’t even reached the threshold of Level 3 yet. What you’re talking about really is too far off for me."
Right now, Seraphina just wanted to solve the immediate problem of survival.
But Belle White hit the nail on the head. "And yet, here you are, inside a Level 5 dungeon."


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