Lin En stared at his pitiful reserves of divine power, caught in a deep dilemma.
At present, he was the supreme Lord of Ashes in the eyes of these members of the Fourth Catastrophe.
But in reality?
He was just a dying stray god squeezed into the outskirts of the Black Forest, whose Divine Hall could not even keep out the wind!
Over the past few days, he had been busy using the system to order the players around like slave labor, sending them to fight monsters and advance the main storyline.
But he had overlooked an utterly fatal problem, the most fundamental one of all.
Divine power!
What the players supplied Lin En by fighting monsters and completing quests were "Faith Points," which the system used to help him level up and recruit players!
Those were a high-dimensional energy unique to the system, meant for infrastructure and launching the third and fourth closed betas.
But Lin En was a deity of this world.
If he wanted to perform real miracles in this Wasteland, such as unleashing divine punishment or projecting that imposing divine apparition from earlier to crush the golem...
What he needed was divine power generated by the heartfelt, devout prayers of believers native to this world!
And how many native believers did Lin En currently have, all told?
One!
Just one fucking girl, the nun Sivir!
Although Knight Kyle and some of Fog Town's residents now regarded him with awe, that was only rudimentary worship. It had not yet reached the point of producing true divine power.
The meager divine power Sivir had scraped together through days of prostrating herself was barely enough to keep a blue security-door barrier running.
But forcibly manifesting a divine apparition to intervene against a level 35, second-tier calamity more than ten