Lynn accepted the seven clusters of light.
The War Godhead was dark gold, with phantom images of blades and swords on its surface.
The Wisdom Godhead was silvery white, like an open book.
The Death Godhead was dark gray, with the outline of a scythe.
The Harvest Godhead was emerald green, with ears of wheat and fruit appearing in turns.
The Storm Godhead was cyan, with fierce winds howling within it.
The Forging Godhead was crimson, and the faint sound of a hammer striking metal could be heard.
The Lust Godhead was pink, with two figures embracing each other.
Lynn closed his eyes. [Analysis] activated, and a hundred processing slots simultaneously analyzed the internal structure of the seven Godheads.
Each Godhead contained a rule—War, Wisdom, Death, Harvest, Storm, Forging, and Lust.
The rules were wrapped in the power of faith, like fruit flesh surrounding a pit.
The power of faith could be absorbed and converted, but rules were pure—the most fundamental laws of this world.
Lynn stripped the analyzed rules from the Godheads.
Seven chains of rules, seven colors, floated out from his palm and burrowed into his body.
They merged into his flesh, his bones, and his soul. His physical body grew stronger once more.
The entire process took only a dozen breaths, yet he had gained seven rules of this world!
The Plague God knelt on the ground, dumbfounded.
It had spent over a hundred years extracting only a small portion of the rules from those Godheads, yet this man had taken all the remaining rules in just a few breaths.
And his aura... had barely changed.
It was as if he had merely swallowed a mouthful of air.
The Plague God had no time to feel distressed. It shuffled forward on its knees, its face piling