In March, you were challenged. The challenge came from a mountain village next door. They lived by farming and worshipped a Mountain God: a completely black tiger.
The mountain village envied the fishing village's god for being able to communicate with humans, while their own god only ate its followers. Thus, the Mountain God's Divine Attendant sent over a letter of challenge: initiate a Divine War.
Put bluntly, it meant making you run into its den and fight that tiger to the death—a challenge method that practically treated people like fools.
Yet the ignorant masses here believed in that very thing. If a god refused another god's challenge, it meant that god had lost its divinity—or was merely a False God, someone else could take its place.
You looked at the tiger. At most, it was two and a half meters long, nowhere near the Fierce Tiger King's caliber. You slapped it to death. A tiger that had eaten people could not be tamed.
That mountain village compensated them with a great quantity of grain. With a powerful god like you protecting the fishing village, their ambitions began to swell, and they decided to proactively launch Divine Wars against the nearby villages.
Before the letters of challenge could even be delivered, the Monarch's messenger arrived.
In this land, the imperial clan stood supreme. It was said that they understood the language of the heavenly gods and could communicate directly with them—not miscellaneous gods like Black Tiger, but Righteous Gods of the heavenly realm.
Below the Righteous Gods were a whole host of Minor Gods. Below the Minor Gods were thousands of Registered Gods, those officially recorded in the registers. After that came the miscellaneous gods fabricated by local places, also known as Wild Gods, said to number nine million nine