"A pantheon is an extension of divine authority."
Qin Chuan's voice broke the silence. His gaze swept over everyone before finally landing on Dies Martin.
"Dies Martin, you're an Upper God now. You're qualified to establish your own pantheon."
He raised a finger. On the map, the territory belonging to the Lies Overlord, along with the [Deceit], [Distortion], and other divine authorities left behind after his subordinate gods fell, all flew toward Dies Martin.
"Your core is lies and deception. That means your pantheon is destined to be rejected by the secular world. I won't force anyone to join."
Qin Chuan's tone was calm, as if he were announcing a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"Members of Apex can freely choose whether to become your subordinate gods and follow you down this path of deception."
Dies Martin bowed elegantly without saying a word.
He understood that this was the authority Qin Chuan had given him—and a test as well.
Whether he could use his own "lies" to attract these battle-hardened companions would be his first answer as the master of a pantheon.
No one spoke inside the Command Center.
Following a God of Lies meant standing against the world and engraving deceit into one's soul.
It wasn't an easy path.
Qin Chuan had expected this and wasn't surprised in the slightest.
Besides, he had never demanded that the members of Apex obey by force.
Although Dies Martin was an Upper God, the reputation of the Deception Pantheon spoke for itself. If not a single member of Apex wanted to join, Qin Chuan wouldn't force them.
Qin Chuan's gaze shifted to Night Cherry Tangle.
"Night Cherry Tangle."
Night Cherry Tangle raised his head. His heterochromatic eyes reflected Qin Chuan's figure.
"Your power originated from the Shadow Sword. Afterward,