"W-we can become believers of the Supreme Deity?"
Faced with this unparalleled grace, the Wild Daemons were all a little stunned, their heads buzzing.
Lowly daemons like them, born in a barren land and never once looked upon, could become believers—and even go to that Supreme Divine Domain overflowing with Fel Energy?
"No, that's impossible. How could the great Lord of Hell allow such humble beings to become his believers?"
"Perhaps this is a mistake from a supreme existence, a grace we are not meant to touch!"
This was beyond the Wild Daemons' imagination, so much so that they did not dare believe the Warp truly offered such a gift.
Especially after learning what sort of existence the Lord of Hell was, they believed it even less.
Wild Daemons were basically the Gretchin among daemons. They had never received any favor from higher beings, let alone a Supreme Deity.
They feared that once they touched that grace, they would once again provoke the other party's wrath.
That was the pathetic part. For them, even becoming the believers of some existence was blasphemy against them.
No wonder the Wild Daemons did not believe it. Ron felt a little embarrassed about accidentally tearing open this world, so he made the terms for these prospective believers slightly more generous.
The Spirit Stone he had dropped was basically a recruitment ad, and the kind where clicking meant instant employment.
The oracle inside the Spirit Stone was like a loudspeaker, luring the daemons into the Hell Divine Domain to become believers of the Lord of Hell.
Roughly speaking:
No education requirement, unconditional base salary of fifty thousand, room and board included, eight-hour workdays with no overtime, weekends off, six insurances and one housing fund, all electronic equipment covered, lifetime contract, sign immediately!
Such generous terms