Investiture? I Don't Need You to Invest Me!

The one who cried out was a young mage. Thanks to the long history of conflict with Priests, mages knew no less about the Gods than the Priests did.

With a turn of thought, he had already arrived at the answer. "The Consul is going to become a Chief God?!"

No, impossible.

All Chief Gods were innately great beings. There had never been any possibility of becoming a Chief God through investiture.

Because it was too unbelievable, the young mage discarded that absurd thought the very next second and joined his colleagues' celebration.

The news spread rapidly through the wireless telegraph system, and the Red Dynasty Capital Empire erupted.

The emotions of nearly six hundred million people soared to their peak. After offering their heartfelt blessings, they eagerly began speculating what kind of God the Consul would become.

Soldiers believed he would become a god of the military, a God of War; merchants and dwarves believed he would become a god of wealth; Mages believed he would replace the God of Knowledge...

Amid the excited flood of opinions, construction on the Altar began at once. Financial magnates, merchants, soldiers, and officials all generously contributed money and labor, while even commoners joined in with enthusiasm.

The Consul had treated ordinary people and merchants far too well. Most people had already hoped that he could lead the nation for a long time. If he could become a God, that would settle everything in one step—a great leader who would live forever and never die.

That was far more reliable than having the Consul declare himself emperor!

From now on, the Consul would truly be nothing more than the Consul. There would no longer be any need to consider the existence of an emperor, nor could anyone harbor ambitions of seizing imperial power.