The Magic Goddess and Book did not object.
Two gods and a book headed toward the mine.
Throughout the entire process, even when they stood right beside the Lava General and discussed matters, he failed to notice the slightest change around him.
They drifted into the mine without even needing to follow its routes.
At this moment, in Roger's eyes, the mine was utterly unremarkable, as though it were gray and devoid of all life. Yet within it, faint, inconspicuous golden glows could be seen emanating from the bodies of most miners.
Those golden glows ultimately gathered into thin golden threads that extended out from their bodies.
Threads thick or thin, bright or dim, all eventually converged in the deepest part of the mine, tangling together to form a hazy golden mass resembling mist.
This was a collective body of faith formed when people's beliefs gathered under special circumstances. As time passed and faith accumulated, this collective body would grow denser and larger, gradually developing a degree of consciousness.
On the day that consciousness fully condensed, the rules of heaven and earth would transform it and draw it into the Void. At the same time, images of Apotheosis Day would appear in the minds of its believers.
That was how a god came into being.
However, the God of Foster Mine would never have such an opportunity again, for many reasons.
Being scattered by the Lava General earlier was one reason, but not the fundamental one.
As long as Foster Mine remained as it had been before, with monsters frequently appearing and people often meeting with accidents within the mine, people would pray frantically. Gradually, the God of Foster Mine would develop consciousness again, even faster than last time.
But Roger would not allow that to happen.
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