Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 280 – Faith Reflux

Early morning on the Chuanxi Plateau.

Lin Fan was awakened by an extremely faint buzzing sound.

It wasn’t a real sound, but a tremor originating from the depths of her soul.

It was as if countless invisible threads had pierced through the void, densely connecting to her body. Each thread transmitted a warm, devout energy.

It was the power of faith.

The nearly ten thousand soldiers who had been pulled back from the brink of mutation last night had produced not just gratitude but also faith in the source of that power the moment they regained their sanity.

Lin Fan lazily opened her eyes, a hint of satisfaction flashing through her rainbow-colored pupils.

This feeling of growing stronger just by lying down was truly addictive.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

A knock sounded at the door, rhythmic and of moderate force.

“Lily, are you awake?” Zhou Ming’s deliberately lowered voice came from outside. “The survivors from Jiangcheng and Hangcheng have finished gathering.”

Lin Fan stretched languidly. The loose shrine maiden outfit she wore slipped off one shoulder, revealing a collarbone as exquisite as white porcelain.

“Coming.”

She casually straightened her clothes and pushed the door open.

Seeing Lin Fan, Zhou Ming’s gaze subconsciously drifted to her jade-like, tender feet before he quickly lowered his head, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

“Let’s go.”

…

By now, the training square of the Chuanxi base was already a sea of people.

A dense, dark mass of heads churned, with thirty thousand survivors packing the area to the brim.

The cold wind howled, kicking up sand and gravel from the ground.

The crowd was not quiet; a buzzing hum of discussion rose and fell.

Among these thirty-thousand-plus survivors, apart from the several thousand “old guard” led by Ah Hu and Zhang Jie, the remaining twenty thousand or so were stragglers and survivors from small strongholds that Chu Chen had rounded up on a large scale after deciding to abandon Demon City.

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They had never seen Lei Li, nor the queen who had stomped on a Level 6 Demonic Beast.

They only saw dozens of huge plastic barrels placed in the center of the square.

Lin Fan had already poured the freshly produced Energy Potion from last night into the clear liquid in the barrels, which now emitted an indescribable… fragrance.

“What the hell is this stuff?” A burly man wrapped in a tattered cotton coat sniffed the air, his face full of suspicion. “They called us out here this early in the morning just to drink water?”

“I heard it’s Evolution Serum,” someone next to him whispered.

“Get outta here!” the burly man sneered. “I heard the apocalypse started because of those Evolution Serums from the Federation! This is just a different package. Who knows if they’re using us as guinea pigs again.”

“But… those mutated soldiers last night really did recover.”

“Who knows if it was just a final burst of life before death?” The burly man spat on the ground. “Anyway, I’m not drinking it. Whoever wants to can drink it.”

This sentiment of doubt spread through the crowd like a virus.

In the apocalypse, trust was the greatest luxury.

Just then, the crowd suddenly fell silent.

Lin Fan had walked onto the high platform.

Her red and white shrine maiden outfit fluttered in the wind, and the Dragon horns on her forehead refracted a holy light under the rising sun.

She just stood there casually, yet an invisible pressure made the tens of thousands of people shut their mouths.

There was no nonsense, no motivational speech.

Lin Fan simply gave the crowd a faint glance, then nodded at Zhou Ming below the stage.

Zhou Ming understood and turned to look at Ah Hu and Zhang Jie.

“This is a gift from Lei Jie. If anyone dares not to drink, I’ll crush his balls!” Ah Hu was the most direct; the guy was a die-hard fan of Lei Li to begin with.

He strode to a barrel, picked up a large ladle of the kind used to scoop water in rural areas, and filled it to the brim.

“Gulp, gulp!”

As if chugging the strongest liquor, Ah Hu tilted his head back and downed it all in one go.

As the liquid went down his throat, Ah Hu’s face instantly flushed red.

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The next second.

“ROAR—!!”

A furious roar, like that of a tiger, erupted from his throat.

Rip!

The combat vest on his upper body was directly burst open by his expanding muscles.

The bottleneck that had kept him stuck at the peak of Level 3 was instantly shattered by this immense energy as if it were made of paper.

Level 4!

A violent aura spread out from Ah Hu, forcing the people around him to retreat again and again.

Next was Zhang Jie.

The former leader of the Jiangcheng stronghold now also drank a large bowl without hesitation.

Zing!

A sharp streak of Sword Qi shot out from his fingertip, carving a deep trench into the hard concrete ground.

Mid-Level 4, breaking through to peak-Level 4!

“This is the power bestowed by Lei Jie!” Zhou Ming stood at the very front, his voice booming across the entire square through a megaphone. “If you want to survive, if you want to become stronger, then drink it!”

At this, the crowd exploded.

All doubt seemed pale and powerless in the face of tangible strength.

That was the light of evolution! It was the capital needed to secure one’s life in this man-eating world!

“I’ll drink! Save some for me!”

“Don’t push! I’m old, weak, sick, and disabled, let me go first!”

“To hell with your old, weak, sick, and disabled! You were the one cursing the loudest just now!”

The scene instantly spiraled out of control.

The burly man who had looked so disgusted moments ago was now rushing forward faster than anyone, a broken bowl in his hand, his eyes bloodshot.

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Lin Fan stood on the high platform, watching this scene with a blank expression.

Watching these people fight like wild beasts over the “Holy Water.”

Some people, unable to grab a ladle, even plunged their heads directly into the barrels to drink wildly, refusing to look up even as they choked and coughed violently.

“What would their reaction be if they knew this Holy Water was ‘true holy water’?”

Lin Fan chuckled inwardly.

But this was exactly what she wanted.

As the first batch of people drank the Holy Water, the light of evolution began to flash one after another within the crowd.

Those survivors who were originally ordinary people began to have their bodies strengthened, some even awakening abilities on the spot.

And those who were already Evolved beings saw their strength advance by leaps and bounds.

Correspondingly.

Lin Fan felt it.

Boom!

The originally faint buzzing in her mind instantly turned into a raging torrent.

Tens of thousands of faith threads became incredibly thick in that instant, frantically channeling energy into her.

It was the desire for power, the fanatical worship of the “bestower.”

The “Faith Feedback” talent displayed its truly terrifying nature at this moment.

Lin Fan closed her eyes, feeling every cell in her body cheering with joy.

The attribute panel automatically appeared in her mind.

The numbers were jumping wildly.

[Body Quality: 6143 -> 6250 -> 6580…]

[Mental Strength: 6236 -> 6400 -> 6800…]

This was only the beginning.

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As more and more people drank the Holy Water, and as the energy within their bodies was completely digested, the power being fed back to her continued to climb.

It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky that the commotion in the square gradually subsided.

All the barrels were empty, licked clean down to the very bottom.

Lin Fan looked at her panel again.

[Current Host Attributes:]

[Body Quality: 7033]

[Mental Strength: 7126]

In just one morning.

Her base attributes had been forcibly raised by nearly a thousand points!

What did that even mean?

Even fusing with an epic-grade Skin would not have brought about such a significant improvement.

And now, she had only given up something that, for her, was infinitely renewable.

This deal was simply a massive profit.

“Huu…”

Lin Fan let out a long, turbid breath. In the cold wind, it formed a straight white plume that lingered for a long time.

Although attributes of seven thousand could let her run rampant on Blue Star, it was far from enough when looking at the vaster, more brutal Dragon Spirit Continent, facing those true pure-blooded monsters.

To truly become a god, she needed more than just these few tens of thousands of “guinea pigs.”

She needed more.

She needed those who were already powerful, even if they were… from other races.

Lin Fan licked her lips.

“The Dragon Spirit Continent should have a god too.”