Mefiya's face wore an utterly delighted expression. Watching these so-called human "powerhouses" kneel before her, she found it immensely amusing.
Soon, she would spread the faith of Calamity throughout every corner of this kingdom. With a population of several million, the Faith Power they provided would restore part of her divine power.
But to recover her original strength, she would need the faith of at least a hundred million people.
Mefiya knew perfectly well that if she expanded her faith with too much fanfare, the other gods would definitely notice.
Most of the gods in the Heavenly Realm did not concern themselves with mortal affairs unless their faith suffered severe damage.
And Lumbart Kingdom was a polytheistic nation. Even its state religion, which had the most followers, only had a few hundred thousand believers.
The rest were divided among the various gods, leaving each with a truly pitiful number.
Thus, Mefiya was certain that losing faith on this scale would not attract the gods' attention at all.
For now, she could expand freely within this kingdom, then consider what to do next.
The war ten thousand years ago had exhausted all of Mefiya's influence in this world. After descending upon this world once more and looking into things, she discovered that modern humans had basically no impression of Calamity anymore.
Since that was the case, she would make them remember the fear of Calamity properly.
As one of the evil gods, Mefiya, the God of Calamity, was most passionate about spreading Calamity. She understood that her final end would be to face the gods' crusade and be driven from this world once again.
But what she needed to do was enjoy the process. After all, spreading Calamity was the meaning of her existence, a fate decided at the dawn of