These words were no different from the rules announced back at the Court of Sin Punishment.
But to Roderick and his people, they felt entirely different.
They had proven their worth through their actions and faith, and a god had personally rewarded them.
It was the highest honor!
Night Cherry Tangle raised a hand. At the base of the War Ladder, the phantom of a vast furnace formed from countless chains of runes flickered into view.
"Upon the ladder stands the Sin Origin Furnace."
"The spoils you've claimed—Sin Karma-tainted weapons and equipment, even the remains of monsters—can all be cast into the furnace. It will smelt and refine them into the purest War Insignias."
"War Insignias can be exchanged for equipment, potions, or even a direct increase in your strength."
The crowd erupted!
"A furnace! It's the Sin Origin Furnace!"
"All that useless junk equipment and those materials can be traded for insignias?!"
"Oh my god! We're rich! Think how many monsters we killed on the way here!"
Almost instinctively, everyone opened their packs. Looking at the mountains of monster remains and low-quality equipment piled inside, they began to breathe harder.
Every last bit of it was a tangible resource!
Amid their elation, Night Cherry Tangle spoke again.
This time, his words carried the weight of a grand divine oracle.
"Roderick."
He called out the name.
"At your service!"
Roderick held his shield before his chest and bowed his head deeply.
"I name you a Walking Holy Spirit and the guardian of Rust City."
"Make this city your foundation, and cleanse the Sin Karma that remains upon this land."
Night Cherry Tangle paused, then pointed toward the city center, where the three signal towers had once stood amid the ruins.
"Build your first Faith Lighthouse there."
"Let your faith be