But in the following hour, the surrounding environment displayed a level of gaming technology far beyond that of Earth, with details so realistic they were hard to distinguish from reality. The memories in his mind belonging to the original Rowland kept reminding him that things were probably not so simple—he must have transmigrated, his soul transported into a world similar to the game "Ancient Gods."

Otherwise, as a seasoned veteran with ten years of gaming experience, there was no way he wouldn't be able to find the 'exit game' button.

Realizing this, Rowland found it hard to accept at first, but he quickly came to terms with it. Whether he accepted it or not, this was the reality. Since he was still alive, anger and panic wouldn't solve anything; he could only face it rationally.

"To sacrifice everything to save his adoptive father—this body's original owner was truly a loyal and righteous person," Rowland thought to himself. If this adoptive father was really a good man, then he wouldn't hesitate; he would definitely fulfill the boy's last wish and save him.

But the problem was, this drunkard named Amos was a complete scoundrel. True, he had raised Rowland, but only until the age of ten. For the next five years, things had reversed.

The old drunk Amos had been swindled out of all his money by a woman and had completely given up on life, drinking all day and even resorting to violence. More importantly, in recent years, all his expenses—alcohol, food, clothes—had been paid for by Rowland doing odd jobs at the docks. The old man had been supported by a child for six whole years!

From Rowland's current perspective, no matter how great the debt of gratitude, six years of repayment was more than enough. This old bastard wasn't worth sacrificing the rest of his life for.

Because if he used the money to hire a priest to save him, he would never be able to pay back the loan sharks, and would end up as a slave to Marlow, losing everything.

Rowland wanted to turn and leave, letting his so-called adoptive father fend for himself, but a powerful urge kept echoing in his mind.

'Save him, save him, save Amos.' The boy's obsession reverberated in Rowland's head, so strong that even after more than an hour of possession, it still hadn't faded.

It was precisely this urge that had been pushing Rowland for the past hour, bringing him to the church doors and making it impossible for him to harden his heart and walk away.

After struggling for a while, Rowland sighed and finally stepped into the Helion Church.

He had to admit, this world was incredibly similar to the "Ancient Gods" game. Take this church, for example—it existed in the game too, just not as realistic as this.

"No matter what, I've taken over your body. Since this is your last wish, I'll help you fulfill it," Rowland said in his heart. As for the loan sharks afterward, could a living person really be driven to death by something like this? There would always be a way out.

Strangely enough, as soon as he made his decision, the obsession in his mind calmed down a lot.

Entering the church, Rowland saw a priest. When he saw his face, all the boy's memories about this person surfaced in his mind: 'Conrad, a distinguished priest.'

Rowland was a little surprised, because he knew this Conrad—or rather, he remembered the name! In the game, he had even completed a questline involving Priest Conrad.

At the start of the quest, Conrad was just a very ordinary low-ranking priest, a bit arrogant like the upper class, and greedy for money. But during the orc invasion, Conrad survived countless near-death experiences and escaped from the destroyed Vandome, rescuing over a hundred civilians along the way. He was completely transformed by this ordeal.

After that, Conrad joined the army and became a battle priest. With a string of good luck and natural talent, by the time Rowland transmigrated to this world, this guy had already become one of the world's few High Archbishops of the Holy Light, a pivotal leader in the fight against the Legion of Destruction!

Rowland hadn't expected to meet him here... Wait, the orc invasion? The vanguard of the Legion of Destruction? The destruction of Vandome?

A flood of "Ancient Gods" history surged through Rowland's mind, leaving him momentarily stunned.

The timing of his transmigration seemed a bit delicate. Vandome, which should have already been destroyed by the orcs, was still right in front of him, and Conrad was just an ordinary low-ranking priest... Wait, he had to confirm whether this Conrad had the same personality as in the game.

If their personalities matched, did that mean everything that happened in the game would happen here too? Thinking of the orcs sweeping in like a tidal wave, leaving nothing alive in their wake, Rowland couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Hopefully... hopefully this wasn't the disaster-ridden world of Ancient Gods.

At this moment, Conrad also noticed Rowland. He walked over and said coolly, "Hey, kid, today isn't Charity Day. The church isn't giving out porridge."

Sure enough, he was a bit arrogant, mistaking the ragged Rowland for a beggar seeking alms.

Rowland stepped forward and pleaded in a low voice, "Priest, I've come to ask for your help. Please, save my adoptive father. He's gravely ill."