Slaying a God

The Godly Thought looked at Chen Cheng's bloodshot eyes and obsessive expression, and his heart swelled with delight.

He had recognized the bloodline in Chen Cheng long ago. For the past thousand years, he had spent every moment thinking about how he would take revenge on Lyka once his seal was broken.

Now he had toyed with Lyka's descendant—and one who had even touched upon Sequence Apotheosis, by the look of it. The thrill was exquisite.

The Godly Thought threw back his head and laughed at Chen Cheng. Then the mockery in his eyes turned vicious.

"What do you know? The Power of Faith? Do you think devout worship of a god is all it takes to produce the Power of Faith?

"Then the Power of Faith would be far too cheap. Would a revered god such as myself have to beg for scraps from ants like you?"

Chen Cheng gritted his teeth. Perhaps things had gone too smoothly for him lately. He had forgotten too much.

Brother Octopus had made it perfectly clear back then: to gods, intelligent life like humanity was wheat in a field, ready to be harvested crop after crop.

But who had ever seen a reaper beg the wheat to bear a bountiful harvest?

As Chen Cheng's expression grew darker, the Godly Thought drew upon the laws of heaven and earth and said,

"Have you figured it out? Ants like you thought you could resist? The moment I appeared before you, you became my nourishment."

That was the brutal truth. Gods needed nothing from humans and owed them nothing. A god only had to appear before people, let them see him and learn his name, and they became wheat he could harvest.

Devotion had nothing to do with it. All that mattered was knowing the