Wenren Sheng was taking an afternoon nap.
His life was far too comfortable now.
There was nothing to worry about.
Everyone had their own ambitions.
Everyone aimed high and pursued their own affairs, while the Intelligence Center handled all the mundane daily matters.
When there was nothing to do, they gathered and had fun.
When there was work to do, they stayed busy, and that was enjoyable too.
And Wenren Sheng slept especially peacefully these days.
He had not had any strange dreams for a long time—until this afternoon.
"O God who shall be born in the future, we call for your descent."
"You shall be born amid the mist, and you shall lead us into paradise."
"Countless people shall look up to your figure, yet you and we are one and the same."
"You are us, and we are you."
"All those who strive upward shall gather to become you."
Descent?
A summons?
Who was calling me? Wenren Sheng thought, extending a thought along the sound.
Then he saw Gawain's Reincarnation World.
Oh, he understood. This guy was leading a great many people in prayer.
He had actually summoned him?
Well, it had to be through Fat Doll's mysterious connection.
In truth, the other party had simply called out at random and grabbed whoever answered.
Fortunately, he had heard it in advance. Otherwise, if Little Illusion had been summoned, that would have been a complete disaster.
If they were not tormented to death, he would take their surname.
But how was he supposed to descend?
The other party was in the Origin Realm.
It seemed he could only rely on the Seed of Mystery.
With that thought, Wenren Sheng focused his will upon the Strange Seed and projected his power along the voice from before.
Naturally, he could not