Minerals Are Everything

Teams of fully armed Littlefolk appeared, and with a thought, unleashed all manner of phenomena that slaughtered the Captured Ones who had been worshipping the Beauty God.

Then, without pausing, these Littlefolk charged toward their destination.

The Littlefolk had already established a complete battle plan.

According to their plan, the Giant World did not need to remain whole or stable.

What they needed was for it to remain in a state of perpetual turmoil.

Otherwise, mining would not be so easy for them.

Once they had mined this world dry, there would be no reason for it to continue existing.

After all, two other worlds were still waiting for them.

"Pseudo-Worshipper squads!" the Lesser Apostle among the Littlefolk shouted.

A group of black-robed people immediately stepped forward, gathering around the Captured Ones who had just been killed.

The Pseudo-Worshipper squads threw open their black robes, revealing similar paint-smeared disguises. They surrounded the corpses and began worshipping and praying.

Soon, streams of pink vapor rose from those bodies, while malformed chunks of flesh and various specially structured organs emerged alongside them.

Facing these things, the Pseudo-Worshipper squads immediately changed their methods. A shift in thought brought an infusion of otherworldly power.

At that moment, Talent Phenomena became universal weapons. They excavated the inherent rules and will of those things, then transformed them into mud ore.

Although the Beauty God had turned herself into a world, that did not mean her world could not be mined.

She possessed the ability to inflict cognitive contamination, bewitching living beings, capturing them, and transforming them into Captured Ones.

Yet over the past three years, the Littlefolk had gone from initial panic upon encountering it to finding a solution, without wasting much time.

Pseudo-Worshippers pretended to worship the Beauty God, drawing out the thoughts within things