The City of Silver floated in midair, but part of it had already entered the void.
The other part was still drawing nourishment from this world to grow. It was Lu PingAn's essence, and also the "Ark" this newborn God of Redemption could provide to the people of the world.
"Guidance for the Lost Ones, peace for those weary of war, redemption for those in despair."
The deity made a promise to the world. Though the authority of "Redemption" was limited to life, it remained precious in this apocalyptic age—perhaps even one of a kind.
This was far from the first time he had used this move. In the Silent Mountain Range World, on Mercury 42, there had even been demigods who traveled thousands of miles specifically to seize this opportunity to ascend to godhood.
Some mechanisms were similar. When a "corporation" was in turmoil, applying for a "position" became considerably easier—especially for the posts the "company" needed most.
Save the world? No. He did not have that ability.
Save people? He would save those he could. There was nothing he could do for the rest.
Lu PingAn's redemption was not entirely the same as Guan Xinxian's.
His aid came with choices, limits, and the bounds of his ability—and he worked to tie it to benefits.
He was not noble, nor did he advocate nobility.
"A saint will make many people uncomfortable. Not only villains—even most of those in the gray will hesitate between action and inaction."
"Giving good people generous rewards and punishing evil people is far more sustainable than making saints bear everything."
Lu PingAn promised salvation to the lives of this world, but he also imposed the price of a Ship Ticket.
*I'm not Guan Xinxian. My salvation isn't free. If you truly have nothing, you can