"Life is like a play; it all depends on acting."
Wenren Sheng stood nearby, silently watching the group finish their performance.
When the reporters gathered around Steve, McKen Captain, he vaguely saw streams of white airflow converging upon him.
At the same time, wisps of extremely thin gray aura were also flowing toward him.
The moment he discovered this clue, he understood everything.
At the same time, the Seed of Mystery displayed a new prompt:
Faith Creates Gods: Is what it creates truly a god? Mystery Points: ???? Mystery Composition: ????
So that was how it was.
Previously, Otherworldly Users, Colossus... and even Anomalies themselves obtained source power by stirring up corresponding emotions. Using those emotions as a trigger, they caused ripples in the void, then extracted Mysterious Power from the Origin Realm to strengthen themselves.
But now, merely by having people believe in and worship him, source power could actively gather around him.
That skipped a crucial step—personal extraction and refinement.
The rate at which the two gained power was simply incomparable.
The former was like fighting alone in the market, working as a lone operator; the latter drew traffic through a network and harvested billions of suckers. Which was more efficient was obvious at a glance.
No wonder Little Illusion could not compete with them.
After figuring it out, Wenren Sheng suddenly felt a wave of boredom.
So that was all there was to it.
As he was thinking, Little Illusion suddenly emerged from his stomach and looked up at him.
"Dad, it looks like you found the truth. Hurry up and tell me."
"You call me Dad when you need me, and Old Wen when you do not. At your age, can you not be so worldly?" Wenren Sheng said, tapping her on the head.