Fissman spent the entire day listening to the Bible and felt he had gained a great deal.
He was certain this was not the kind of religious sect he had previously imagined.
Of course, perhaps a few percent of that was the Bible's merit, while over ninety percent was due to the miracles.
How could someone like him so easily believe in some Bible?
It was entirely the halo effect, making him feel that every sentence in the Bible contained profound meaning.
In truth, Fissman's decision to enter the Fallen Angel Church alone had already revealed his inclination.
That was easy enough to understand. After all, he was already an Evolved, and that status had all but cut off his path to advancement. His family back home had even already treated him as an abandoned child.
Fissman did not want to be an abandoned child, casually discarded by others. He had only one path left... to prove the authenticity of the Fallen Angel Church.
If a deity could allow him to regain power, he would naturally be willing to believe in it.
This was undoubtedly also a change brought about purely by the deity's favor.
People were complex creatures. They might fear strength, but that did not necessarily mean they worshipped it.
Klein understood this as well. He had maintained an attitude that was warm, but not overly warm.
The warmth was reflected in his attentive explanation of the Bible to Fissman all day.
The lack of excessive warmth was reflected in the fact that, even when Fissman left, his butt had not risen from the bench even once.
He had also realized that Fissman was no ordinary Mixed-Blood Scalekin.
Against people like this, merely bowing and scraping would only make them look down on you.
Putting on airs instead