Maple Father and the others arrived at the nearest Colossus Priest site—a vast stadium.
The stadium was packed with people.
On the massive screen, a Red Robe Priest was delivering a speech.
"Thank the great Colossus. It has brought us joy, peace, and happiness, and now It will grant us power, just as Prometheus gave humanity the spark of fire..."
Maple Father snorted. Just as expected, another liar.
Lightning sparked fires, people drilled wood for fire, flint struck fire... Humanity had discovered or invented all of it themselves. What the hell did any of that have to do with "Prometheus"? "Only the devout may receive the divine seed. Though the Colossus is selfless and loves all people, those who are not devout harbor evil intentions and should not possess power. Otherwise, they will bring apocalyptic calamity upon everyone, just like that person did a few days ago."
Very good. They were directly dividing people into good and evil. The devout were good people, while the nonbelievers were evil. Those idiots would find that easiest to understand.
Maple Father immediately saw the viciousness of this move: it would split his already limited core supporters apart once more.
Inside the stadium, violent emotions surged one after another. People cheered, shouted, and swayed... displaying their devotion in every possible pose.
Never underestimate people's ability to curry favor. Guides had long appeared on the forums: Seven Hundred and Twelve Ways to Display Devotion. It did not matter what was in your heart. The Colossus would not look into your heart; It only looked at your behavior.
In daily life, one had to stay positive and passionate, never gloomy or lost. When doing anything, one had to sing songs. Even when beating one's children, one had to wear a smile...
And now, those guides would