These past few years, the Tam World had been anything but peaceful.
The ebb in Primal Force had caused many gods to lose their divine ranks. Some had even fallen from true godhood, becoming demigods once more.
For the gods of the Tam World, this was an unprecedented catastrophe. Everything was being reshuffled, and no god could stand apart from it. God Wars erupted across the Tam World, leaving it in turmoil.
The number of gods who had fallen in just two short years exceeded the total from the previous ten thousand.
But after more than two years, the flames of war in the Tam World had begun to die down.
More and more gods turned their eyes toward Earth, the culprit behind the waning Primal Force in the Tam World—and toward its breathtakingly rich supply of faith.
The God of Shadow and Fear, an ancient deity whose very name made many gods' hair stand on end, was one of them.
These Fear-type Quasi-gods, or Evil Gods, differed from orthodox gods because they had no need for faith or churches. They spread fear, and fear was what they reaped.
The resentment of all living beings—a thing orthodox gods avoided at all costs—was the finest nourishment for gods of this kind.
Fear was the strongest emotion of all, surpassing faith and everything else, and it was easier to obtain, too.
After all, it was difficult to make every believer hold steadfast faith, but making every believer feel fear was a piece of cake.
That was why Fear-type Quasi-gods could often grow powerful at a breakneck pace in the early stages.
Of course, nothing was perfect.
On one hand, Fear-type Quasi-gods lacked staying power. The longer orthodox gods endured, the more petitioners gathered in their Divine Kingdoms, and the faith those petitioners