After casually asking Cowen a few questions, Lynn and his group departed.
Lynn had asked a few questions about the power mule—which was what they called the runaway mine cart—but Cowen couldn't provide any reliable explanation. He only offered his own guess: the mine cart might have been affected by the ore.
Lynn didn't bother to meddle further. After all, this was something for the mine management to worry about. As an adventurer, he was only responsible for clearing out monsters and collecting his reward.
Cowen was a penniless guy who couldn't afford to pay any reward anyway.
But as Lynn was leaving, Cowen still shouted after him, “Mr. Adventurer, when you come to the royal capital in the future, I will definitely treat you well!”
Lynn waved goodbye, not paying much mind to the guy's words.
The three of them and the skeleton walked toward the cave entrance.
Just as Lynn had anticipated, the rain had been pouring for a day and a night and still showed no signs of stopping.
He casually cast a Weather Prediction.
The result of the spell indicated that the rain would not stop for at least the next hour or two.
“What do you think? Should we stay the night in the mine, or wade through the puddles to return to the forest?”
Henry undoubtedly wanted to stay in the mine, while Hilda was extremely hesitant.
In her eyes, neither option was particularly safe.
Hilda sighed. “If only this rain would let up a bit.”
Lynn looked up at the sky. The rain fell before him, carrying the acidic scent of sulfur.
Indeed, if only it would let up a bit.
Unfortunately, he wasn't a High-Circle Mage, nor did he know spells like Control Weather.
But almost at the exact moment Lynn had this thought, a white light that only Hilda and Lynn could see burst from within his body.
It was the power left behind by Treyer.
Under the influence of divine power, Lynn's affinity with the world was temporarily elevated. In other words, his 【Charisma】 attribute had temporarily increased by a massive margin.
Immediately after, Lynn felt the psionic energy inside him suddenly surge.
As the psionic energy became active, countless images flashed through Lynn's mind.
Most of them were fragments of the future—
This torrential rain would pour for several days without stopping.
Groundwater would flood the mine, causing a cave-in that would bury hundreds of people underground.
Clearly, if no one intervened, this rain would highly likely lead to a massive disaster.
But the moment Lynn completed this prediction, the psionic energy inside him surged alongside the flashing white light, skyrocketing and pouring out of his body.
Immediately following that, under the influence of the psionic energy, the trajectory of the rain was forcibly twisted in another direction—
Instantly, the area around Lynn's ears fell silent.
The rain, which had been growing heavier by the second, suddenly vanished, leaving only a gentle, swaying drizzle to dust over them.
Strangely, the dark clouds overhead did not disperse. In the distance, it was still pouring heavily, but only around the mine entrance had the rain weakened without warning.
This was clearly not a normal weather change.
Hilda, standing beside him, naturally witnessed this bizarre occurrence.
She looked at Lynn with eyes full of shock and suspicion.
How was it that she had just told Lynn she wished the rain would let up, and then it actually did?
Wasn't controlling the weather something only High-Circle Mages could do?
How did Lynn manage it?
“What is this?”
Hilda asked subconsciously.
But before Lynn could answer, she suddenly recalled the white light that had appeared on him just before this bizarre event occurred.
The feeling that white light gave her was somewhat familiar.
The God of Fighters?
At that thought, Hilda froze in place, her lips parting involuntarily. Her mind went so blank she couldn't utter a single word.
Could Lynn... actually be a divine favored?
In this world, gods were everywhere.
Therefore, receiving a god's attention was not the same as becoming a divine favored.
Hilda was a prime example.
But Lynn...
Hilda recalled their first meeting.
The moment Lynn appeared, the attention the god had originally placed on her was drawn away by him.
Deep down, Hilda had felt a bit of resentment.
It wasn't exactly jealousy, but seeing the god she had devoutly believed in for so many years actually pay attention to a guy who wasn't even a Fighter made her feel a little bitter.
But Hilda had never expected that Lynn would seemingly become the divine favored of the God of Fighters...
A Mage? Was that even reasonable?
But then Hilda thought of Lynn's various deeds—
Instantly killing a ranked monster with a single strike from Stealth, suppressing an entire kobold tribe with his firepower alone, possessing a constitution that let him withstand four cantrips completely unharmed, killing a Tier 2 monster like the Bone Snake while still only an apprentice...
Any single one of these accomplishments would be enough for any apprentice to boast about for a lifetime.
It seemed... quite reasonable for him to become a divine favored, didn't it?
After all, it wasn't that those who became divine favored could perform the impossible, but rather, those who accomplished the impossible became divine favored.
Hilda certainly wouldn't doubt her god's judgment.
But even so!
Even if Lynn was a divine favored!
This treatment of “getting whatever he wished from the god” was just too unfair!
This feeling that the entire world was catering to Lynn made Hilda suspect whether he might be an illegitimate child of the god left in the mortal realm.
But the moment this blasphemous thought arose, Hilda cut it down.
Hilda repeatedly repented in her heart.
Disrespecting the god...
In truth, Hilda wasn't the only one puzzled by this situation.
Lynn himself was somewhat astonished and didn't know how to answer Hilda's question.
Although he had a vague understanding that the surrounding changes were caused by his psionic energy, he didn't quite grasp the exact details of what was happening.
It seemed the power Treyer left in his body had interfered with the weather, saving hundreds of people in the mine who would have otherwise died.
Lynn couldn't tell if Treyer simply loved humanity or had acted to save these people for his sake.
Well, that last thought was a bit too narcissistic.
However, this experience of a psionic energy surge was a good thing for Lynn...
Because his spell seemed to have mutated during this event—
“Adventurer Lynn has altered the weather using psionic energy. The spell Weather Prediction has changed—”
“Weather Prediction → Influence Environment”
“Influence Environment: By combining psionic energy and mana, interfere with the surrounding weather. You can only interfere with the direction of the weather change, not control the degree of the change. The more mana and psionic energy invested, the higher the upper limit of the weather change.”
The spell's description was perhaps a bit unclear.
According to Lynn's understanding, this spell was somewhat like a wishing machine that could alter the weather.
First, choose the direction of the weather interference, such as making the rain heavier or lighter, or making an already arid environment even hotter...
After choosing the direction, the degree of weather change would be divided into several tiers.
For example, if he wanted the rain to stop, “the rain stops immediately” would be the grand prize, while “the rain stops later” would be a minor prize, and “the rain weakens” would be a consolation prize.
Investing variable amounts of mana and psionic energy; the more invested, the richer the wishing prize pool would be.
But what actually determined which prize was drawn was still luck.
In any case, it seemed he had obtained a rather extraordinary spell.
“Let's head back to town first,”
Hilda said, looking at the gradually subsiding rain.
Rate on N.U.
