Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

”Let me introduce myself again. Nian! Yan’s, and even Lungmen’s, greatest director and screenwriter. I have shot over a hundred films, most of which can be seen on major video websites!! Do not question my professionalism.”

”Come on! Let’s go get some hot pot! We can discuss the script in detail, my ideal leading actors.”

Lucas Reeve wasn’t interested, but Surtr’s eyes lit up slightly.

Hot pot?

She remembered that the ice cream she had at Sora’s place was also called something-something hot pot.

Seeing that Lucas Reeve wasn’t very interested.

Nian smiled faintly, a mysterious smile appearing on her beautiful face.

”You seem to have lost your memory, haven’t you, Mr. Lucas Reeve?”

Nian’s words gave Lucas Reeve a slight shock.

”You know my origin? Miss Nian.”

Lucas Reeve had no knowledge of his own origin. In his own memory, he was just an ordinary university student who got hit by a dump truck and transmigrated into a statue where he spent many, many years.

Originally, Lucas Reeve thought his origin was simple.

However.

After this period of time, Lucas Reeve was increasingly suspicious that his past experiences might not be as simple as he imagined. After all, his soul was inside Laevatain’s sword, which completely refuted some of Lucas Reeve’s previous conjectures.

Nian shook her head.

”I don’t know. I don’t know you, but I’ve heard some things.”

”...”

Seeing that Lucas Reeve’s interest was piqued, Nian beckoned.

”Come, let’s go get some hot pot and talk in detail. I know a super awesome hot pot place in Lungmen, and it’s not in that upper city. The hot pot in the upper city is generally not very good, just expensive without any other benefits. Only the hot pot in the civilian district is truly one of a kind.”

Surtr was tempted to go but didn’t move. Only after seeing Lucas Reeve agree did she follow behind Nian, winding through the streets into an old, established hot pot restaurant in the heart of the civilian district.

It was only noon, and not even the weekend, but this hot pot restaurant was already bustling with activity.

Even from far down the street, you could clearly smell the spicy and savory aroma.

Nian walked in like she owned the place, sat down at a window seat, and scribbled on the menu. Lucas Reeve saw her draw dozens of stars next to the spiciness level of the broth.

*Hiss....*

Surtr, on the other hand, was a little disappointed.

She had thought it was ice cream hot pot!

She hadn’t expected this kind of hot pot...

Surtr didn’t like hot things, nor did she like spicy things. The combination of the two instantly made Surtr lose all interest.

”So, let’s start with your origin.”

Nian crossed her long fingers and then said, ”I don’t know you, but your aura feels familiar to me. A bit like a legendary ancient god from the Sargon region, one of the oldest and most powerful ancient gods, whose antiquity is in no way inferior to my true self...”

”???”

Question marks flashed over Lucas Reeve’s head.

Why do I feel like... you haven’t said anything at all.

Nian scratched her head.

”I’m not too clear on the specifics. After all, as you know, I’m in Yan, and you’re in Sargon, we’re far apart, really not familiar. But, I have a suggestion. If you want to recall your origin, just take a trip to Sargon and you’ll know. The only detail I know is that the most powerful god in the Sargon region once represented the sun.”

”...”

The sun...

Lucas Reeve said nothing, thinking carefully.

He did indeed plan to return to Sargon. After all, he had never seen what the statue looked like. Lucas Reeve silently planned his next itinerary in his mind. After a trip to Columbia, he would go to Sargon. As for Prayer Power.

The faith-based Prayer Power provided by Zumama’s tribe was a continuous stream.

At this rate, in about half a year, even if he did nothing, his Prayer Power would reach 1.8 million. After redeeming the cure for Oripathy, Lucas Reeve would start preparing to create a physical body.

”Next, let’s talk about my movie.”

Nian clapped her hands and got to the main topic of the day. Just then, the hot pot base was brought over. Lucas Reeve turned his head and saw that the waiter bringing it was wearing multiple layers of masks and protective goggles. Inside the hot pot, the boiling red soup, like flames, seemed to be from the lava of hell. Lucas Reeve could even faintly see illusory skulls rolling at the bottom of the pot.

After bringing it over, the waiter immediately ran off.

Even with the protection of the goggles, his eyes were still red from the spiciness.