Two and a half years passed in the blink of an eye. Isaac and his two companions stood before the capital's plaza, having finished the second routine inspection of the World Rectification Ritual.
The World Rectification Ritual was a colossal magical ritual of extraordinary specifications, one of the Ancient Rituals. Its power depended on its scale. Originally designed to capture gods, it required varying amounts of materials and time depending on the target's level of power. The expense was staggering: setting up one such ritual consumed roughly as many resources as two empires waging an intense war for ten years!
Moreover, the ritual had to remain active for fifty years, with adjustments made every year.
The cost was astronomical!
Of course, the results were equally outrageous, because it really could capture gods!
Once the ritual was complete, its leader could establish a unilateral, compulsory contract with the targeted god. The ritual's leader would gain the ability to summon that god once a year, with all summoning costs borne by the god. Once summoned, the god would be forcibly controlled for one hour!
After that hour, the god would be forcibly returned to its Divine Realm. Outside those summoning periods, the Divine Realm would remain forcibly sealed. The god, its followers, and even its divine power would all be completely confined within it!
It was practically another world's deluxe Master Ball!
Its effects were damned impressive!
Unfortunately, powerful as those effects were, when it came to practicality—
It was also exceptionally useless—
First, aside from the enormous cost of the ritual, you had to subdue and suppress the god for fifty continuous years—
Of course, if that were all, it would still be tolerable. Sixth tier hired muscle was hard to find, after all. The fatal flaw was that this ritual