Surtur, the Fire Giant God, had been a deity of intermediate divine power.
After Ao suddenly cast him down, he was reborn as an ordinary human.
Even after so many days, he still could not adapt.
This body was far too frail.
Surtur felt that his resentment toward Ao now was not nearly as intense as his dissatisfaction with this body.
Even if he had lost his divine power, Ao should at least have made him a giant.
But now that he had become an ordinary human, the gap in strength was simply too vast.
Still, he understood now that complaining was useless. Restoring his former strength as much as possible was what mattered most.
He held out a hand, and in an instant, a fiery crimson bead appeared in his palm.
As firelight flickered, it illuminated an illusory world at the bead's center.
It was a world dominated by fire giants.
This bead was the world he had evolved after obtaining the world seed.
Surtur looked at the bead and sighed. "Without the slightest ability to protect myself, I can only first draw some power from the seed and restore my own strength.
Once I grow stronger, I can gather faith. Otherwise, with this frail body alone, I do not even know whether I can walk out of the surrounding forest alive."
In the Material Plane, aside from the centers of certain powerful forces, peaceful scenes were rarely found elsewhere.
Not to mention that the beasts within ancient forests possessed strength no less than that of professionals.
To venture recklessly into them would only mean becoming food to fill their bellies.
The successive wars of faith had long since plunged the entire world into a chaotic slaughter.
Countless people fought for their respective faiths and factions.
Surtur had not