The thought only lingered in Theus's mind for a moment before he abandoned it.
He could become a god. He had been able to from the very beginning; the Banshees had intended to worship him as one anyway.
But he did not want that. He possessed knowledge and technology, so why did he have to walk a path he disliked?
He popularized science for people, not so that he could become a god. That would be a denial of his own efforts.
Theus wanted the world to witness the power of mortals and the power of knowledge.
"Come to think of it, when I first met you, it's fortunate I didn't agree to be worshipped as a god. Otherwise, there would probably have been huge trouble." Theus stroked his chin and sighed.
"That's true. We didn't know about Cognitive Interference back then. If we'd really worshipped you as a god, we might have triggered Cognitive Interference on the spot." Nini spread her hands. "We were super devout back then."
They truly had been devout. With Theus's help, the Banshees had gained their freedom, and his explanation about water pressure had made them feel that some prophecy had come true.
"If that had happened, I probably wouldn't be writing novels now. I'd likely be compiling something like a sacred scripture, or maybe even founding a new Church."
Theus: "..."
A sacred scripture was probably some kind of religious text, right? Letting Nini write religious texts and invent holy stories...
Theus swallowed. He suddenly felt that Nini merely writing unofficial histories now was actually quite restrained.
"Wait, no. Cognitive Interference only causes Pollution to descend, and you can't be eroded by Pollution!" Nini suddenly realized. "Then Cognitive Interference wouldn't work on you either, would it?"
Theus froze.
"We were fanatically devoted back