Same Bed Different Dreams

There was probably no arcanist alive who would not feel thrilled by the term "Preemptive God Lord."

A god lord was not only a great individual who stood above all living beings, but also a symbol of omnipotence. Not only were they immortal themselves, they could also accept mortals into Heaven and grant them eternal happiness and endless pleasure.

They could pierce through Hell to revive life, and could doodle across nations however They pleased.

The entire world was Their Amusement Park, and the rise and fall, birth and destruction of all things depended only on a single thought from Them.

The Witch excitedly hugged Ash's arm, Sword Maiden's breathing grew shallow and quick as her cheeks flushed red, and even Vesir silently clenched her fists. Only Ash remained relatively calm; after all, becoming a god lord probably would not solve his problems.

For example, returning to Earth, or getting Sword Maiden to accept being queens together with the Witch...

No, Ash suddenly remembered that his transmigration seemed closely connected to the Four Pillar Gods Church. The Four Pillar Gods were probably god lord-level too. Perhaps once he became a god lord, he would be able to see through the secret of transmigration. Even if he could not see through it, he could beat up the Four Pillar Gods and force them to give him information.

No matter what, at least there was something to look forward to.

But arcanists were not fools. This pie might be fragrant and sweet, but it only counted if they could actually swallow it. Vesir took a deep breath and asked, "What do we need to do?"

Dream Demon raised its hand, and a huge three-dimensional diagram suddenly appeared in the air above the hall. "This is the divine diagram of the Dream Alliance