Mu Hua was very unhappy. He thought Lin Feng was a fool.

What witch Penelope? You made it sound so convincing, saying it's a disaster and a crisis, and then you told us to avoid her when we see her and not to look up her information.

Are you trying to stir up trouble? If you don't tell me, we don't even know who she is, okay?
And now that you've said this, who would honestly not check on her situation?
"It's none of my business." Facing Lin Feng's warning, Mu Hua responded viciously.

"Ha, the predictions of the reborn may not be accurate, but your destiny singularity is very popular among the evil party. Penelope has become a temple witch and may participate in this star patrol meeting. I am kindly reminding you because of your good relationship with Tabitha."

"You'd better not have any interaction with Penelope, otherwise too many people will find out that you are a singularity, and you will be in more trouble." Lin Feng said happily, seeming to be willing to see Mu Hua struggling.

“…”Mu Hua.

Well, Mu Hua realized it. He originally thought that those who were reborn were awesome, but after going around in circles, it turned out that he was the awesome one.

That's right. If he is really the so-called singularity of destiny, then he is simply a prophecy tamperer. To put it in an exaggerated way, people like him can lead the world line in a different direction in minutes.

Just like Lin Feng said, all the evil parties should like him, because as long as they have more interactions with him, those prophets who predict their future behavior patterns will probably be at a loss.

And the prophets probably wouldn't like him. Mu Hua thought that if it wasn't necessary, it would be better for him not to go to the Holy Empire or anything like that in this life.

Sure enough, at this time Mu Hua also understood why people in this world called Lin Feng and others prophets instead of reborn people.

Damn, this world doesn’t even have the ability to correct errors. The reborn ones are so weak…

"Okay, I admit that you are right." After reacting, Mu Hua felt that Lin Feng's persuasion was really well-intentioned.

"Forget it, let's not talk about witches. In your situation, do you have any other abilities besides prophecy?" Lin Feng looked easy to talk to, so Mu Hua asked tentatively.

"The power of faith, right? I can absorb and utilize the power of faith. What do you think about letting me join the Dandelion Adventure Group?" Lin Feng said casually, and then asked Mu Hua.

The power of faith, and absorption, should this also be considered a golden finger, right?

"Someone believes in you?" Mu Hua was surprised.

"Not yet." Lin Feng spread his hands.

“…”Mu Hua.

"Even if there are no believers, there are still some scattered powers of faith in the outside world, although they are fewer."

"Hey, what's with that look on your face? Even those fanatics can only borrow the power of faith from the gods. What I have is already rare." Facing Mu Hua's slightly disdainful look, Lin Feng emphasized.

As Lin Feng gave another anxious explanation, Mu Hua was certain that Lin Feng's ability to absorb the power of faith could barely be considered a golden finger.

Because even in the Holy Empire's church, the prerequisite for becoming a cardinal is to accept the transformation of God and gain similar abilities.

The power of faith is directional, and it does not belong to whoever generates it. Most people who follow the path of faith, even if they can use divine arts, usually borrow the power of faith from the gods.

In other words, they believe in a certain god, generate the power of faith, and then the power of faith they generate is absorbed and stored by the god.

If they are devout enough, they can borrow it if they want to use it. . .

Fuck, this is incredible!!!

In addition to people with specific beliefs, there are some people among humans who will unconsciously believe in certain things. Because the beings being believed in do not have the ability to receive beliefs, the power of faith generated by those people becomes the power of faith that is scattered without an owner.

In Lin Feng's case, he is able to absorb these ownerless forces of faith through a meditation-like practice.

If this ability were placed in the previous life, it would seem quite impressive. But in this world, how should I put it? This golden finger seems to be just so-so. It seems to be the same as that of Ikaros. It seems that all angels have this ability.

"You want to join the group, do you want to pursue Taibesha? Does the Hall of Samsara agree? By the way, can you cast magic?" Mu Hua asked. Through Lin Feng's narration, Mu Hua had a better understanding of faith. The power of faith is simpler and more brutal than magic. It is like a panacea energy. If you collect enough, you can take it out directly and interfere with reality through imagination.

Creating something out of nothing is a kind of energy that can create miracles. No wonder there is a signature ability like resurrection. Of course, all of this is premised on having enough power of faith.

"I can now cast five divine spells that are as powerful as low-level magic." When Lin Feng said this, Mu Hua saw a sense of guilt in his expression.

"Every day?" Mu Hua asked tentatively.

“No, if I don’t consider improving my ability to accommodate the power of faith, I estimate that I can store up the power of faith again in half a month.” Lin Feng said, his eyes wandering.

"Half a month? Five low-level magic spells? Are you kidding me?" Mu Hua's eyes twitched. Is this guy being cute?

"It's not magic, it's divine art. You have to know that my potential is much greater than that of a priest." Lin Feng corrected embarrassedly.

"What is the difference between low-level divine arts and magic?"

There is a saying that divine arts are the manifestation of fantasy. In fact, in Mu Hua's opinion, people who practice divine arts are a little neurotic.

It is easy to say that they should think of the fake as real, but to understand fantasy as reality, the way of thinking cannot be too normal.

While 'fantasy materialization' does sound scary, you can't build an aircraft carrier even if you are given a palm-sized piece of iron. To create a miracle, you naturally need enough power of faith.

This thing is a kind of strange art that can bring about a qualitative change with a large amount of magic, and low-level divine arts, well~, it seems that the effects that the known low-level divine arts can produce can be achieved by anything that magic cannot.

Even if divine spells are not affected by the environment and dispel, low-level divine spells? Are fists useful?
At this time, with the in-depth communication with Lin Feng, the lofty image of the reborn person in Mu Hua's mind was constantly cracking and collapsing.

Sure enough, the best destination for them should be to become mascots in the church, right?

"Well, I was reborn not long ago. I can also learn magic, and my shooting skills are also good."

“Don’t worry about the Samsara Hall. In fact, I didn’t experience many things before my reincarnation. I was not very old when I died, and I don’t know many influential events.”

"The Samsara Temple doesn't care much about the development of religion. They have very loose constraints on their members and don't take me seriously."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but ever since he had the conversation with Lin Feng, this guy rarely mentions the title of prophet and prefers to talk about the word rebirth. Is this considered to be trying to please Mu Hua?
"You learn magic? You learn magic and can cast spells? Do you think you are an angel?"

"Oh, forget it, forget it. If you want to join the group, go and discuss it with Tabitha. What's going on between you and Tabitha?" Mu Hua had lost some interest in Lin Feng.

Magic and divine arts are somewhat contradictory. One is evolution and the other is fantasy. If you understand and follow the evolution process, how can you carry out fantasies that distort reality?

However, Mu Hua didn't quite understand matters of faith, so he simply stopped worrying about it and turned his attention to Lin Feng's obsession with Tabitha.

"Of course it would be great to have something to do with her, but it's not convenient to tell her about her future for the time being. Mu Hua, I need your help. Believe me, I have no ill will towards Tabitha." Speaking of Tabitha, Lin Feng became serious again.

"Your situation is special. You should be clear that it is impossible for me to believe everything you say, right?" Mu Hua frowned. He didn't like Lin Feng's unclear way of speaking.

"Even with the emergence of your singularity, the Benson family still has serious problems. If it continues like this, the Benson family will be in danger of being destroyed, and Tabitha will also be affected."

"I used to be Tabitha's teammate. Before I was reborn, I saw her miserable life. I need to do something, but I don't know if it will lead to worse consequences." Lin Feng had a conflicted look on his face, and occasionally a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

Mu Hua frowned. Lin Feng seemed to be hesitant to speak, and his tone was full of temptation towards him. Mu Hua did not like this kind of temptation. Based on his past experience, this feeling often appeared in people who wanted to take advantage of him.

In the past, when faced with such a situation, Mu Hua would usually withdraw in time, but when it came to Tabitha and Samantha, Mu Hua was a little hesitant.

Just as Mu Hua was hesitating whether to continue asking Lin Feng about what happened in Benson's family, a female voice came from behind Mu Hua, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.

"Mu Hua, I heard that you are the Chief Inspector of the Raiders Association? Did you do something with my Raider application?" Ivy and Gray interrupted Mu Hua and Lin Feng's time alone. (End of this chapter)