Li opened his mouth. What was the meaning of his own existence? He completely failed to understand what the system meant...
The system continued, "Sigh... barbarian gods cannot exist by relying on themselves. They must be worshipped. This has actually already been illustrated in the games of the world you came from. All barbarian gods are, in truth, shaped by those who believe in them. Their appearances are all constructed by their followers. In other words, the more people who believe in a barbarian god, the stronger it becomes, and the power of that belief is affected by the entire multiverse. That is to say, being summoned by several thousand people when ten thousand people throughout the multiverse believe in it is different from being summoned when a hundred thousand do... But ultimately, barbarian gods grow stronger as their followers increase because they themselves are influenced by their followers..."
Li nearly coughed up blood. Refinement could strengthen followers at an incomparably rapid rate. They were creatures of the mind—the more they were believed in and desired, the stronger they became. In other words, this was a way for barbarian gods to grow quickly. But Li himself came from the material realm; he could also be considered a materialistic creature. What others thought of him could not fundamentally change him!
Naturally, Li was extremely depressed, but there was nothing he could do about it. Still, he had gained something. First, those people who had never intended to follow him had become his most devoted followers. Second, since he had taken them from Titan's refinement, he was undoubtedly weakening Titan's power.
Li glanced at the sky. It was nearly noon, and he wanted everyone to take a rest.
"Lord August, the Highlanders are attacking again!" A Shadow of Konoha knight ran over