"May the God of War be with you."
"God will protect you."
"This selection is your only chance to come into contact with God."
The central city square.
A gigantic statue of God, towering six hundred meters into the sky, gazed lovingly down at the city below like a true deity.
At the foot of the statue, protected by large numbers of fighters and temple guards, a short priest in a white robe lazily walked past the various high-ranking officials.
City administrators, group presidents, military representatives, senators.
These figures represented the most powerful people in the entire region. Yet at this moment, they were all respectfully kneeling in a row, receiving the teachings of the priest, the representative of God.
The priest arrogantly delivered his teachings, repeating the same nonsense he had said countless times before. He was already getting a little irritated.
Compared with teaching lambs, he still preferred staying in the temple and comprehending God's will.
However, seeing these lofty figures, who stood high above ordinary people, respectfully kissing his toes and promising to complete the selection, still made him feel somewhat better.
As God's representative, these people of ordinary bloodlines were only worthy of kissing his feet.
"Priest, do you think this year's God-Born slot could be given to my wife or daughter?"
"Our family hasn't produced a superior bloodline in a very long time."
"What do you think?"
On the ground, a middle-aged man in a black handmade suit, with stern features, no longer cared in the slightest about his status.
He carefully crawled a little closer, secretly handed over a card, then gazed eagerly at the priest's lower half.
God's incarnation could not be looked at directly; he stood high above all.
But God's spokesperson still had to eat, drink, shit, and piss.
As the