Zhao Qingyu was deeply frustrated.
If they had been working to support themselves and he had merely given them a little help, that would have been acceptable.
But now, he was the one working hard and spending money to support them.
He worked his ass off to make money, while those believers were basically parasites, one and all.
Of course, the believers could provide him with the most precious resource: divine power.
So they could not really be called parasites.
Yet Zhao Qingyu still felt that something was very wrong.
But there was nothing he could do.
Because this was the Sports World, a Modern World where everyone was smart.
If he did not do it this way and used other methods, he would not obtain divine power, and the risks would be far too great.
If he built a Utopia, it might work in theory, but putting it into practice would be too difficult.
A few hundred or a few thousand people would be manageable.
But with tens or hundreds of thousands, the target would be too conspicuous.
Other major powers definitely would not allow him to build something on such a scale.
Besides, the modern age had satellites. When they made a pass during land surveys, everything could be seen.
A population of over a hundred thousand occupied a huge area.
Trying to establish a feudal state in the modern Sports World—was that not complete nonsense?
It would be an obvious sign that he was planning something major. The major powers could never tolerate it.
But if he simply threw around money and had others worship him, that was merely an eccentricity of the rich.
The biggest difference was that one was organized, while the other was not.
After handing out money, he did not centrally manage those