Virus King - Chapter 151

Chapter 151: God of Plague! Chen Bai’s Garden!

TL: YYang

From this day onward, a new religious sect called the “Cult of the Plague” was established in the heart of Florence.

Almost all of the city’s populace became devoted believers of the Cult of the Plague.

They referred to the figure hailed as a god walking among mortals with the honorific title Lord of Plague, Loving Father.

All plagues were his children, and those afflicted by plagues and diseases were equally his children.

The sect imposed no demands regarding faith or devotion.

Any wretched life tormented by illness could come seeking the embrace of the Loving Father!

Such a church, in a land ravaged by the Black Death, was irresistibly alluring.

Despite having seized an untold number of followers and faith from others, even the once-dominant Church of Light, the largest power on this continent, made no move against them.

The reason was simple: elsewhere might be different, but within Florence, nearly half of the Church of Light’s members had joined the Cult of the Plague!

This included the former knight captain stationed in Florence.

Once, he had held the Sword of the Holy Cross and swore his piety before the sacred emblem.

But now, as the first few believers to join the Cult of the Plague recounted drunkenly,

the radiant former knight captain knelt respectfully before the Lord, fawning more obsequiously than streetwalkers at a corner.

Of course, that was the drunk version of events.

In formal accounts, it was simply described as devotion to the Lord.

In moments of despair, what becomes most precious?

Hope.

And what is the most direct source of hope?

Faith.

This moment epitomized that truth.

The birth of the Cult of the Plague arrived at just the right time!

Within just a few days, the cult’s emblem, scriptures, and tenets had gained widespread recognition.

The reason was straightforward!

Unlike any other sect at its inception, which lacked the presence of a true god, the Cult of the Plague was different.

The true god, moved by compassion for the mortal realm, truly walked among them.

The true god granted them guidance, wearing the emblem of the Cult of the Plague.

The emblem depicted a trinity of a bird-beak mask, flies, and rats. This symbol represented the sect, and under divine instruction, a secondary emblem was introduced—a unique, rotating double helix pattern.

The true god explained that this design was something called DNA or perhaps RNA, the building blocks of all existence, including both plagues and humanity itself.

The faithful followers did not understand the details, but they regarded these words as divine revelation, treating them as sacred scripture and divine decree.

The name of the Cult of the Plague spread rapidly across this plague-stricken land. Each day, countless individuals traveled to Florence, seeking the god’s guidance to escape the torment and suffering brought by disease.

“All things decay, but all beings endure!”

This phrase, spoken by the true god, became the singular truth that all adherents recited with reverence.

In a remarkably short time, the true god had become a savior to countless souls trapped in this hellish existence.

Yet at this moment, the savior himself was mired in doubt.

Chen Bai had not expected things to go so smoothly.

Perhaps his arrival itself was an unprecedented opportunity, bought with the sacrifice of a saint’s everything.

In this medieval era that had yet to transform into the God and Devil Trial Grounds, his appearance and abilities were no different from those of a true god.

As this thought crossed his mind, Chen Bai slowly opened his eyes and extended his hand.

In the center of his left palm was a spot of pitch-black, stark and glaring.

The Black Death earned its name due to its ability to cause melanin deposits in the blood as symptoms worsened, leaving dark spots across the skin.

However, this only affected ordinary people.

Chen Bai’s physique had reached an unfathomable level of resilience.

Even without his Virus Sovereign Talent, the Black Death—absent any transcendent enhancement—would barely harm him.

Yet the black spot in the center of his palm now appeared as though ink had seeped into his flesh, unnervingly vivid and intense.

This was the Plague Seed of the Black Death.

Previously, Chen Bai had been unclear about what this so-called Plague Seed truly was.

The answer was simple.

After Blue Star transformed into the God and Devil Trial Grounds, nearly everything had gained transcendent qualities.

However, disease-based plagues lagged behind significantly.

This distinction was evident.

The lethal fungi created by the Cult of the Plague were supernatural forces forged through enhancements granted by the Cosmic Will.

By contrast, the bacteria and viruses affecting Blue Star’s species had yet to undergo such transformation.

Chen Bai’s mission was to carry these plagues forward, elevate them within the God and Devil Trial Grounds, and harness their power.

This was his understanding of his task—it might not be entirely correct, but for him, it did not matter.

His goal was to complete his mission while working toward the higher objective of forging the SSS-Rank Profession Scroll he desired.

The Wails of 80 Million Souls!

This number underscored the staggering death toll caused by the Black Death across the vast Western lands.

Florence alone was insufficient to provide Chen Bai with enough Plague Seeds of the Black Death.

This vast Western world was his garden as the God of Plague.

These people were the fruits he could freely pick.

However, before leaving, he needed to make arrangements to ensure those marked by the plague would continue to receive the Loving Father’s care.

Two days later, a divine miracle left a massive emblem within the temple.

Those baptized before this emblem could escape their pain and suffering.

Even the bodies of those who succumbed to illness could be burned before the emblem, fostering harmony between humanity and the god’s children.

This was a new ability Chen Bai gained after obtaining a portion of the Plague Seed of the Black Death.

On this day, tens of thousands in Florence knelt along the main road to bid farewell to their god.