Today, the Human Pantheon's divine kingdom, the Kingdom of Exploration, was decked out in festive splendor. Countless beautiful decorations gave this divine kingdom, once known as the Court of Victory, a peculiar new radiance. Not a trace of clashing blades or martial tension remained here; instead, the air brimmed with ease and celebration.
Ever since the God of Nobility had persuaded the human gods to alter humanity's direction of development, the atmosphere within the human divine kingdom had gradually changed. Its former aura of slaughter had slowly dissipated, replaced by management and construction. For adventurers exploring new worlds, conquering with sword and magic was hardly a good idea, and the God of Nobility did not support it either. He preferred to encourage explorers to use deft methods to stir up conflicts among the local natives, then use their economic and military advantages to become the natives' leader, thereby gaining ownership of new territory.
Such conduct could hardly be called kind, of course, but it clearly met far less resistance. Moreover, once they drew the local natives into their fold, the explorers' rule would be much more stable. They would not need to worry so much about being attacked from all sides, or even losing their lives and their nations.
Naturally, there were also reckless brutes who insisted that "only swords can win the world." The God of Nobility did not particularly oppose such people, but neither would he offer them any support. If they succeeded, that was their own capability; if they failed, even throwing away their lives, they could only blame themselves for growing muscles in their brains. No one else was to blame.
A brain was a good thing, but not everyone had one.
Today was the day the God of Nobility would formally ascend the throne and