Chaotic Craftsman Worships The Cube - Chapter 701

“Oh Myriad, you precious apostle is about to destroy his little soul.”

“How can I resist when I just got another job level? I’m so close I can taste it Myriad. I want this so bad.”

“To finish this as fast as humanly possible, obviously. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a big old world killer and all but being on a single job for too long is bad for my mental health. I need to expand out and take more until I’ve used up every option I have and at the low, low cost of some intense pain, I can make that soon.”

“That’s what knowing the soul mages is for. If I wind up a little bit hurt then so be it. For now, I’m happy to push it to the limits.”

Happy may have been a strong word, as he increased the volume he took in, the pain only exploded compared to what he had been going through but it was worth it to get that progress. Once he finished his current one he’d be able to cheat his way through every other job he held in a single day so long as he didn’t have any more third-tier ones hidden in his list and even those would only increase the time it would take by a couple weeks at most given he’d awakened soul production and raised his total mana by so much. He was practically on the edge of clearing his list and being free of putting himself through that sort of pain forever.

Even when he’d gain new options in the future after, he’d likely be able to finish them without touching his coat for it, meaning if he could put up with just a bit of pain now then he’d be free of it all the sooner, trading it in for massive amounts of power.

Just the thought made him want to drool as he imagined all he was going to get, making any pain he was currently dealing with worth it for the long-term growth and potential while his imagination went wild, no matter how much his god may have disapproved.

“Hmm? What’s up man?”

The cube’s train of thought had shifted away from his apostle’s nonsense as he muttered to himself, seeming like he’d accidentally let Ben hear his thoughts more than anything else in a way that gave him no choice but to ask, ending up completely taken off guard by the answer.

“One of my believers just died.”

“Oh, shit man I’m sorry, was…”

He wanted to ask if it was someone he knew, fearing it could be one of the few he considered either a friend or close acquaintance but held off on asking, not wanting to be insensitive. Ben knew his god spent more time with the people who gave him faith than was normal for his contemporaries, meaning that it was the death of someone Myriad actually knew, and probably quite well.

Myriad was able to pick up on those feelings though, answering what Ben left unsaid.

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“Okay, but are you okay about this? This is the first believer you’ve lost since your planet, right? I mean, you seem like you’re handling it pretty okay, but if you need to talk…”

“Complicated how?”

Choosing to have the slightest bit of tact, Ben didn’t make any comments about whether his god had eaten the guy’s soul, instead focusing on the finer bits of what that meant.

“So he became a part of you?”

“Okay, and that’s interesting and all but what exactly does that mean? How much are you now this guy? You don’t seem to have changed in any immediately obvious way.”

“Okay, but that’s not exactly the same as my alien thought structure, I don’t become the people I connect to. You now must have memories of an entire life on this planet along with the people this guy was close to, does that not feel weird at all?”

“Okay, since you seem chill about it I’m not going to push but is there any big change that comes with this I should know about? Anything you should maybe tell Sachel or Valaria that they can spread to the other believers?”

“You know what I’m about. If I cared I wouldn’t have worked so hard to trick those two into taking those roles.”

“…I feel like I just heard something interesting. What do you use your soul for?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Or you could tell me now?”

“Oh, come on, why not? Don’t tell me this is another piece of info you jerks keep from mortals.”

“Good golly Myriad, what sort of guy do you think I am?”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.”

But motivating.

The sooner he became a god, the sooner the ones he knew would stop playing so coy about things, adding just a bit of extra motivation for him to strain his soul even further, wanting to finally get over his current job and one step closer to his impossible goals.