The God of Nobility walked through the divine kingdom of the human gods, his body blazing with golden light, as though draped in a layer of golden sunset clouds.
It was not that he loved showing off; he had only just advanced to powerful divine power and could not yet fully control his strength.
Because so many believers had died, his mind was shaken, and he even felt a faint ache in his chest. Yet not only did he feel no sorrow whatsoever, he had to struggle hard to keep himself from bursting into laughter.
What was the point of having so many believers!
He had long known that mortal faith was inherently unreliable. Even devout believers and fanatics were, in the end, nothing more than that.
When he had inherited the Church of the God of Kingship, he had once been overjoyed to receive vast amounts of faith power every day. But as time passed, he increasingly felt that having too many believers was no good thing. Countless stray thoughts came with their prayers every day. They brought him great quantities of faith power, but also great quantities of impurities, which accumulated bit by bit like toxins and seeped into his body.
Not long ago, these impurities had influenced him, prompting him to issue a divine oracle ordering the church to seize the opportunity presented by the collapse of the Mystery Pantheon and spread the faith aggressively throughout the Arcane Tower Federation, even going so far as to wage war against the Church of the God of Knowledge.
Once he regained his senses, the God of Nobility knew matters had reached a grave point. Things had to change!
So he immediately pursued a two-pronged approach. On one hand, he applied to use the Demonwater Pool, using its demonwater—which could