Chapter 1936: Chapter 1308: Frenzied lody (ZZZ’s Story Feels Relatively Relaxed)
The racial god doesn’t need much discussion; the god of faith is relatively important. One of the characteristics of a faith-based deity is mutual exchange.
You believe in the deity and his stance, performing actions he expects, and the deity will feel satisfied and grant you strength as a reward.
So from this perspective, the God of Justice granting divine power to his Sacred Knight is essentially no different from the Chaos Evil God allowing his followers to ascend to demonhood.
But this is only one-way.
Conversely, believers also influence the deity.
And it’s irreversible.
Believers will pray to the deity; their faith will transform into power and rge into the deity. However, this faith is not pure because it also contains—the believers’ impressions of the deity.
This is a significant problem.
Assu everyone believes that the God of Justice is a stern old man. Even if he isn’t like that, he will gradually beco what people imagine. In the end, regardless of how they beca deities, they will be shaped into what people desire.
The power of faith, the power of thought.
It’s terrifyingly effective.
Even the Chaos Evil God cannot escape this principle. Every Evil God actually has a dual nature—if their followers yearn for light, then they symbolize justice, beauty, wisdom, and life.
But if their followers fall into darkness, then they beco evil, violent, corrupt, and twisted.
This is sothing almost no deity can escape; Duanmu Huai still rembers that Sherrick’s avatar once complained about this to him.
“Do you know, Judge? I never considered myself a good person, yet I still beca a deity, the God of Murder. Frankly, I don’t mind this, but damn it! Damn it, you can’t keep doing things in my na all the ti!”
At that ti, the Prince of Lies was pacing around Duanmu Huai’s room, furious like a husky with its tail stepped on.
“You don’t like your neighbor, you want to kill him, no problem! You don’t like your boss, you want to kill him, also no problem! You don’t like your king, you want to kill him, even better! But, damn it, you can’t swear in my na when you’re beating your wife! I have no wife! Let alone have I ever hit her!”
Duanmu Huai silently glanced at Sherrick’s Divine Calamity Sword at the ti and said nothing.
“In Sherrick’s na, in Sherrick’s na! There are so many things I have to handle! Why can’t these damned mortals do it themselves? When I wanted to kill, I just went ahead and did it without using anyone’s na! And now, these bastards beat their wives, their children, all invoking my na! As if I told them to beat their wives! It’s absurd!”
Incidentally, the reason Sherrick appeared before Duanmu Huai was to explain that the reason those foolish Murder God believers perford cult rituals in the Tribunal’s territory was just that Sherrick simply wanted his followers not to bother him and find sothing to do themselves. Hence, these followers mistakenly believed that the God of Murder needed them to demonstrate their devotion, resulting in sacrificing a maiden in the Tribunal’s land.
So Sherrick had to approach Duanmu Huai and clarify this was all the idea of his brainless followers, intending only for them to get lost, not to bring trouble upon himself!!
Thus, he began his complaints to Duanmu Huai.
Honestly speaking, Sherrick’s complaints left a deep impression on Duanmu Huai, for he was among the rare few to beco a god by killing the forr deity. Before becoming a god, Sherrick’s impression of deities was no different from other mortals, akin to viewing celebrities—feeling them to be aloof, imnsely powerful, radiant, yet unrelated to mortals.
However, upon truly becoming a deity, Sherrick, likening himself to a naive high school girl becoming an idol, stepping into the entertainnt industry only to see its true face, expressed his disgust with scorn.
Pillow-business, unspoken rules, filming small clips, scandalous boyfriends—the filth within those high circles profoundly nauseated Sherrick.
For instance, he once cursed the God of Justice right in front of Duanmu Huai.
“That old immortal is fundantally a pervert; otherwise, why are the most favored by him a bunch of beautiful, unmarriageable lesbian maidens in a world full of good-natured, justice-seeking people?”
Well, Duanmu Huai had to admit, Sherrick’s critique was quite spot on.
After all, with female knights… indeed, those who understand, understand.
In fact, Duanmu Huai could empathize with Sherrick’s anger, which is why the Tribunal’s belief is more straightforward and direct—I don’t want your belief; I only want your soul.
Duanmu Huai wouldn’t want his character to gradually transform into sothing unfamiliar without his knowledge under subtle influence.
To speak frankly, it’s quite the horror story. Just like soone gradually changes themselves but doesn’t feel it at all.
Fortunately, Duanmu Huai’s greatest strength is the God of Destruction. This divine position is truly formidable; it will destroy everything—even beliefs are not exempt. Faith, spirit, soul, tangible, intangible—this is the reason why the Tribunal’s furnace in Duanmu Huai’s Divine Realm keeps burning fiercely.
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