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Chapter 443: I've Become a Scapegoat

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Chapter 443: I've Become a Scapegoat

At six in the morning.

Just as dawn was breaking, Ashe stepped into the bath right after Iger. At that exact moment, everyone's Book of Gospel suddenly popped open on its own again.

Only four days had passed, and the Gospel had already updated its fifth list, The Heretical Arts Rankings.

Heretical arts, as the name suggested, referred to evil sorcery systems.

In truth, this definition was rather absurd. Even the most black-and-white-minded ogre sorcerers understood that there was no inherent good or evil in sorcery itself, only in the people who wielded it. For example, the Legendary necromancer from one of the Six-Emblem Families had established a Mermaid Weed Farm for his house. Setting aside Ashe's personal opinions on the matter, that farm had transformed Vanmura into a happy, prosperous city, significantly boosting its productivity. In that context, necromancy was undoubtedly advanced, righteous, and beneficial.

However, while sorcery itself had no moral alignment, the environment required to practice it could certainly be distinguished as either good or bad.

Take necromancy again. In a utopian world where everyone was immortal, where would a necromancer even find corpses? In such a paradise, necromancy would absolutely be considered a heretical art because practicing it would inherently require murder.

Thus, the heretical arts defined by the Gospel were those sorcery classes that simply could not...