Qin Siyang nodded.
"All right. Once I've gathered the offerings, I'll come ask you how to hold the godhood ritual."
"It's the God-Worship Ritual. You really were born a rebel, weren't you? Why do you keep thinking about becoming a god?"
Qin Siyang couldn't have cared less. "The name's too complicated to remember. As long as you understand me, it's fine."
"Our atheist camp could really use talent like yours."
"No thanks. I'm not an atheist. I even check the calendar for an auspicious date before going out."
"Fair point."
Something else occurred to Li Tianming, and he added:
"The hundred pieces of disc carapace from small gods have grades, too. Their grading is easy to understand. The higher the points value of the disc carapace you offer, the higher its grade. That makes the god happier, and it'll grant you more gifts."
"More gifts?"
"Although increasing the points value of small god disc carapace has very little effect on the God-Worship Ritual, it does make some difference."
"For instance, your skills might improve a little more, or your body might be strengthened a little further. Things like that. But there aren't any clear standards."
"Every little bit counts. If you're strong enough, get some high-point small god disc carapace to open up the Path of the Believer."
"Got it."
Qin Siyang committed Li Tianming's words to memory.
If you're going to do something, do it to perfection.
He already had the hardest part-the disc carapace of opposing medium gods-in the bag.
All he needed to worry about was the small god disc carapace. That would be a breeze.
Holding a glass full of juice, Qin Siyang considered his next steps.
Just then.
A blonde girl in an evening gown approached Qin Siyang.
"Mister Qin, may I have this dance?"