"The Philosopher's Stone could only provide a limited amount of power over a given period. This month, I'll use it to create a resource everyone can use, then distribute it according to the principles of need-based allocation and work-based allocation." Holding the Philosopher's Stone, Naimus made this decision.
The others nodded as well, and the little town's cohesion immediately rose another level.
Naimus and the Moon God had already discussed it. Next, they would return to one of the world possibilities belonging to Naimus and accomplish the great feat of slaying a god.
During that process, naturally, the stronger they were, the better.
A divine war was no joke.
In a divine war, even top-tier Golden Breeds were merely high-quality cannon fodder.
At a time like this, any breakthrough in one's upper limit of strength might be an opportunity to survive.
Though they had Unfinished Elegy as a safeguard, death was not entirely intolerable to them.
However, Unfinished Elegy was not a complete resurrection tool. Every time they died, they would return to the state of a "musical note."
It was equivalent to starting over. Some changes would have their regressions interrupted as a result, essentially reverting them to their original state.
Beyond that, divine wars contained far too many powers that could directly erase one's existence and extinguish one's very foundation.
Those killed by such power would be difficult to resurrect as well.
Naimus sat in his room, carefully calculating.
To fight a battle that would kill a powerful god—even if it was merely an already damaged divine body within a world possibility—was not such a simple matter.
As far as mid-tier combat power was concerned, the people of Slumber Town, combined with the limit-breaking power provided by the Philosopher's Stone, were already sufficient.
As for low-level cannon fodder,