"Turns out God-chosen Knights can die too. I thought they were so strong, with nearly demigod combat power, they could just swagger around on the God-chosen Continent," Wayne looked toward the nameless statue, his thoughts once again scattering, searching for treasures in the vicinity.
He had guessed what the Dark Goddess had referred to as resources, and if he wasn't wrong, they should be similar to obelisks, representing the inheritance of a deity.
Good stuff, very suitable for the nature of The Book of Greed.
Wayne searched for a long time but found nothing, his thoughts delving beneath the statue to no avail.
He switched his approach and looked upward, since there was nothing beneath his feet, it could only be above him.
A flash of brilliance in Wayne's eyes, his body turned into white foam and dissolved, a thunderous surge of pale color swept downward, wave after wave escalating, and in no time the entire underground fortress was filled.