When Things Have Come to This, We Might as Well Go All In, Friend! Bonus Chapter for 410 Monthly Tickets

Of all the gods Murphy had encountered so far, the Eastern Spirit had unquestionably been the most impressive. The Astral Dragon had the bearing of a dependable big brother: steady, powerful, and reliable. When trouble arose, he really stepped up. Even his attitude toward Administrator Alpha struck a balance between treating him as an equal and keeping a subtle distance.

Clearly, the Spirit knew Murphy had a distinguished identity. But whether to use his resources and influence in the mortal world to support Murphy's plans was still up in the air.

By contrast, the most down-to-earth god was undoubtedly the Ravager.

Avalon had also thrown its full support behind Murphy, but the God of Nature preferred to work subtly. While maintaining an air of mystery, she rarely had much direct contact with Murphy or the players.

Vam didn't care about such details. Ever since he began paying attention to the players, he had kept them at a rather close distance.

There was no need to mention the Great Shark, whose status as a "quantum-superposition Chosen One" was rather ambiguous. The steady, long-term growth of the Vam Brotherhood, a civilian organization in Transia, was already proof enough that the players were quite receptive to Vam's approachable, distinctive personality.

After all, this Ravager didn't make you go to church every day to pray and punch a clock, nor did he bestow a series of trials as proof of your faith. As long as you dared to draw your blade and fight to the death, showing your bravery and passion, you'd most likely earn Vam's approval.

And if you shouted a couple of embarrassingly unhinged battle cries while cutting people down, Vam might even let out a war cry himself to provide your background music.

The players' way of doing things and the