"What incredible luck!" Sui Xiong, following at Vol's side, watched silently and felt sincerely happy for him.
Vol had struggled for so many years, and now he had finally caught a lucky break. Perhaps this was fate compensating him—assuming fate really existed somewhere in the unseen.
Yet Vol was not without rivals. Among the gods preaching on a grand scale this time, there was one who could match him evenly.
The God of Nobility.
The God of Nobility had long since laid out plans across the Arcane Tower Federation. His church was spread throughout the land; nearly every city had one of His temples.
The core of His doctrine lay in praising noble bloodlines and the spirit of relentless striving. The former provided legitimacy for noble rule, while the latter could numb the people and continually draw outstanding talents into the ranks of the nobility.
Sui Xiong was not actually all that opposed to the God of Nobility's teachings—as long as one more sentence was added to them.
The grace of a gentleman's ancestors ends after five generations.
He had learned this saying online. It meant that no matter how great one's achievements or how outstanding one's accomplishments, the benefits passed down to one's descendants could last, at most, five generations.
If those achievements were not great enough, if those accomplishments were not outstanding enough, then they would endure for even fewer generations.
With that addition, the God of Nobility's doctrine would be acceptable enough. It merely twisted nobility of conduct into nobility of blood; that was not too outrageously absurd.
But without it, it simply would not do.
No matter how great one's ancestors had been, what did that have to do with their descendants? Why should their descendants get to lie upon their ancestors' merits generation after generation,