The God of the Sea was busy today.
Very busy!
He had been busy all day!
The God of the Sea had just escaped disaster, but he paid no mind to his wounded true body. Like a diligent bee, he bustled about, barely able to keep his feet on the ground.
But this busyness was filled with joy and excitement, and he felt not the slightest hint of fatigue.
This forgotten corner of the world brimmed with abundant sources of faith. Besides the territory of that vast, fortunate group of Divine Creatures, he had also found quite a few Small Islands scattered around the area. His number of believers had shot up to a hundred and fifty or sixty thousand.
That number was just barely enough to keep his divine rank from falling.
He felt that he had received the World Will's favor. Somewhere deep down, it seemed as if some inexplicable presence were guiding everything.
It wasn't until midnight that he finally finished everything.
He hastily carved out a cave in an undersea mountain range, then burrowed inside.
His Divine Kingdom had long since been destroyed in the God War. For him, hiding in the sea was safer than hurriedly finding some Demiplane in the outer planes.
To a certain extent, a divine domain could be considered a superhuman talent. As a god whose divine domain was the ocean, being in the sea was like coming home. Under normal circumstances, there was little danger.
The cave was not large, but it was deep.
It could only fit him, and he curled up inside like a beast.
The barbarians of the other world still lived in a primitive, savage society. Their gods, the upper stratum of that society, were no better. Most gods had started out as the totems of