Su Ming had some idea of what world he was currently in. It was most likely the world of A Plague Tale, supposedly the story of a brother and sister from France fleeing hardship amid the Black Death epidemic.
He said supposedly because he only knew that such a story existed. The game had not even been released, and its plot had not been streamed online before he had transmigrated.
But it was not much of a problem. From every angle, the current world's level was not particularly high. Bobo and Hermione's assessment had been fairly accurate. This was most likely one of the Feeding Troughs Pralaya had prepared for the gods under her command.
A world of despair could provide an endless stream of Power of Faith. Other than that, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about it.
Su Ming himself did not follow that path, nor did he want to become a god, so he had no use for a resource like faith. Among the people he knew, Big Black Cat of Wakanda was probably the only one who needed it.
The Vishanti were equally indifferent toward faith. Although they had created followers and selected representatives in various dimensions, those three did not actually depend much on faith.
If there was some, they would take it. If not, so be it.
The Sorcerer Supreme had many duties: protecting Earth, ensuring the Timeline remained stable, monitoring Hell, safeguarding the Vishanti's reputation, and so on.
But as the representatives of gods, the Sorcerer Supreme's duties specifically did not include preaching. Even if they were bored enough to count ants at home, no one would ask them to spread the faith.
Back to the point: it was now basically certain that Pralaya had collected these worlds in order to gather faith within