Who hid My Corpse!

To be honest, if it weren't for having to slightly consider Rhein's face, Rocky would have wanted to lay out a mat right under the Heavenly Voice Obedience monument, emphasizing steadiness.

Fortunately, the Contract Land arranged their accommodation not far from the Heavenly Voice Obedience, with rooms that had windows from which they could see the pillar reaching up into the clouds. This somewhat alleviated Rocky's unease and discontent, thinking that he could finally have a good rest.

However, just as he was about to lie down, a notification from the Contract Land arrived, inviting him to a brief meeting.

Naturally, Rocky didn't want to go, but he couldn't refuse either, so he left with a bellyful of anger.

Still, despite going, he couldn't stop complaining. Rocky directly asked the Guardian guiding him: "What kind of meeting has to be held now? Can't it be done at the main assembly?"

"The official gathering is the day after tomorrow," the Guardian replied, "This meeting is just for the representatives of the various religions to get acquainted with one another."

"Who's attending?"

"Apart from Senluo and Star Relic, who are on their way, all other church representatives are present."

Rocky squinted slightly.

Besides the already defunct Senluo (Wildfire), Star Relic is the only one excluded? Knowing that Star Relic would arrive soon, yet the Contract Land didn't wait for them and proceeded with the meeting, Rocky could guess most of the meeting's content.

Tsk, the Contract Land's response is really quick. Is it the work of that Miss Ring Finger?

Yes, Rocky had already guessed that Miss Ring Finger was from the Contract Land.

But who exactly was she, and could she be watching from nearby?

At this thought, Rocky became immediately vigilant, looking around to find the mysterious Miss Ring Finger among the unfamiliar faces... But of course, finding her would be a miracle. This brought Rocky great unease, as if he were secretly being watched, making his previously calm heart lift with anxiety again.

Dammit, was it just his imagination? Why did he feel like everyone was in the shadows, while he was the only one exposed?

Just his lousy luck!

Rocky's mood worsened.

Just then, the Guardian led Rocky to a large tent and stopped, gesturing for him to enter: "Here, you can go straight in."

Rocky nodded but didn't enter right away. Instead, he tidied up his appearance a bit, trying hard to display the authority of the "next Pope of Rhein" before lifting the curtain to enter.

He immediately saw a large round table, with several figures seated around it, each keeping a distance from one another. Upon hearing the curtain being lifted, they all turned their gaze towards Rocky.

Rocky furrowed his brows, ready to continue displaying the authority of the "next Pope of Rhein," when he was suddenly hit by an unexpected stench, causing his expression to change instantly.

"Hey, Bishop Rocky, over here!" A familiar voice called out. Rocky looked up to see Fenris, the Church Leader of the Eternal Nightmare, happily greeting him as if they were long-lost friends, though they'd only parted ways last night, "Been waiting for you forever!"

Dang it! It was him after all!

The dignity that Rocky had painstakingly maintained was shattered by the stench.

Couldn't the idiots in the Contract Land smell the stench off this cultist?! Couldn't they choose a more ventilated meeting spot?! The stuffy environment was suffocating!

Cursing inside, Rocky sat down farthest from Fenris with a grim face.

And then he realized, the smell was even stronger.

The stench wasn't coming from Fenris, but from beside him!

Rocky jerked his head around to see a sinister shadow wrapped in dirty rags sitting next to him, unable to see his face, and showing only a stubbly chin while grinning devilishly at him: "Good afternoon, Bishop Rocky, right?"

Saying this, he extended a hand, which was covered in sores, with small gray-white worms wriggling in decaying veins.

"Swish," Rocky, who had just sat down, instantly stood up, quickly moving to Fenris's side in a seamless motion.

There was no help for it. In front of that guy's stench, Fenris's odor was child's play.

By comparison, if Fenris's odor was like rotting food, that guy's was like rotting feces!

Seeing Rocky eventually return to his side, Fenris showed a knowing smile, "As expected, Mr. Rocky, you can't stand those guys either."

"Who is he?"

"Netherworld."

Rocky frowned.

One of the Four Great Secret Religions, Netherworld?

Of course, Rocky was aware of this religion, but their existence was somewhat akin to Star Relic among the Orthodox, situated on the other frontier of the continent, typically indifferent to worldly affairs. Hence, their people were ones Rocky had never encountered before.

"If I recall correctly..." Rocky said, looking at the other person, "These guys advocate..."

"Embrace death, tread on the Netherworld," Fenris replied, "That's their doctrine."

From Fenris's words, Rocky detected a strong sense of disdain and disdain, which surprised him somewhat. After all, Fenris most often appeared like he was half-asleep, rarely showing such straightforward emotions.