"The Creator God has descended! Heavens, quick, bring out the best jar of wine in the house!"
"Almighty Lord! You... you shall live forever!"
"May Schicksal be blessed by the gods!"
At that moment, Ren Yu finally understood what it looked like when a person's prestige reached its peak.
Watching these commoners devoutly and fervently offer up what they considered their finest possessions to him—
He felt rather overwhelmed by the favor.
Before long, the streets in the southern part of the city were packed with people. Nearly all the citizens of the holy capital had gathered here.
It was a sea of people, bustling beyond measure.
News of the Creator's descent had even spread to more distant cities. Many people were hurrying over, hoping to catch a glimpse of the god's face.
At this moment, Ren Yu's feelings were both complicated and emotional.
Ren Yu believed that he truly deserved the title of Savior.
But—
He had never imagined that, after saving the World Bubble and these people, he would receive treatment on such an extraordinary scale.
He suspected that if, in a moment of impulsiveness, he ordered the entire nation to build a Tower of Babel that could never possibly exist, these people would carry it out without a moment's hesitation.
That night.
Ren Yu refused everyone's proposal to build him a private residence and moved into the Papal Palace instead.
Since the former old pope had long since been removed from power by Sirin—
The place had naturally been left vacant and furnished anew.
Lying beneath a soft eiderdown quilt, gazing at the resplendent Papal Palace and the pristine white reliefs overhead—
Ren Yu was lost in thought.
Just as he was pondering certain matters, wondering how he should send people to spur this World Bubble's development