Before Silvanus could even understand what was happening, a line of blue text suddenly appeared in front of him.
[You are an unnad god. To restore the power of a God, please gather believers and spread your faith.]
[Skill 1: The power of believers is my power (please obtain your first believer or 1000 faith points to unlock).]
Silvanus tilted his head at the line of text that kept blinking in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitching. He had far too many things he wanted to ask. Why was I here? Had I already died? Or simply, why should I believe in this strange thing floating in front of ?
But before he could say anything at all, his body was suddenly swept into a vortex. The sensation of freefall made one's heart feel as if it might stop beating.
"Huff… huff…"
Silvanus abruptly opened his eyes. At the sa mont, he took in his current situation. He was sitting at a round table. Including him, there were eight people in this room. Yet right now, he was the only one who had opened his eyes; the others still had theirs tightly shut.
They were clearly unconscious, yet their posture was seated, as if invisible strings were suspending them in place like that.
The architecture of the room had a retro style. Through the window, the sky outside was pitch black. There was clearly no wind inside the room, yet the candlelight flickered endlessly. A fireplace burned on one side, but it could not bring Silvanus even the slightest sense of warmth.
It was clear that the people here were all ordinary individuals. Their clothes ranged from beautiful to ugly, from expensive to ragged, as if they had simply been living their normal lives before suddenly being dragged here… just like Silvanus.
Silvanus had seen scenarios like this far too many tis. It was exactly like the opening of a deadly ga, of so dungeon where in the end only a single person could survive and leave.
Silvanus had no idea that at this very mont, countless pairs of eyes were intently watching them.
At Happy TV Network, in the Newcor Plaza, countless screens had just lit up with unfamiliar faces, and these faces were not all in the sa situation.
Even the newcor broadcast area was divided into several different tiers. Even so, most were only Rank D, with only a single Rank C dungeon lighting up.
The office was completely empty, yet the sound of typing keys rang out continuously. At the sa ti, comnts from invisible guests watching from afar also began to scroll across the screens.
[Oh my god, finally a new batch of newcors!]
[Watching the old ones is fun, but seeing the sa few faces over and over gets boring. Ti for to find so fresh at.]
[I like watching newcors because the screams are truly satisfying.]
[hihihihihihi]
[Let's see if there are any outstanding faces, mlem mlem.]
Just then, one screen suddenly lit up brighter than the others. At that mont, the viewers noticed that while the others had not yet been awakened, this young man had already woken up on his own without any notification from the system!
[Eh?!]
[Interesting!]
[Handso!]
[Soone this special is usually very strong!]
Lines of astonished comnts instantly flooded into Silvanus's livestream room.
[I wonder if he can see our comnts without the system notification yet?]
[With that completely expressionless face, he definitely can't.]
[Look at that hawk-like gaze!]
[Just looking at this face makes excited. I can't hold it in anymore.]
[I'm really looking forward to this face being covered in blood, or him being scared stiff to death hahaha. That would be very entertaining.]
[With that expression, he probably really can't see them…]
No. Silvanus could see them—and he could see them very clearly. The only fortunate thing was that his facial muscles were still under control.
But what the hell was with this bunch of perverts? Just reading a few of these comnts already made the future seem full of bumps and obstacles!
He recalled the dark space earlier, along with those mysterious lines of text. Could that be his golden finger?
But could there at least be a clearer explanation?!
Just as that thought crossed Silvanus's mind, everything before his eyes suddenly changed. He returned to that dark space again, and different lines of text appeared before him. However, what caught Silvanus's attention even more was that in one corner there was sothing like a mirror, and the image in that mirror was actually the place he had just appeared in!
He saw that the others were still keeping their eyes closed, while he himself was still sitting there blankly just like at the beginning!
Silvanus quickly read through the lines of text in front of him.
[The number of believers is the number of people who completely trust and serve you.]
[Faith points are calculated based on the number of beings who know of your existence.]
God… God. In such a dangerous world, he should beco a powerful God. Only by becoming more powerful would more people believe in him. Only then would he have a better chance of surviving…
Silvanus closed his eyes, his thoughts racing continuously. Finally, he suddenly opened them and said excitedly, "An Elder God. I will beco an Elder God! An ancient yet powerful deity. Because I was driven away and imprisoned, I have grown resentful. I will rise again, rebuild my empire, and dominate this world with my faith spread across the universe!"
The mont Silvanus excitedly spoke those words, the lines of text before him seed to tilt slightly, and then three dots appeared.
Silvanus vaguely noticed it, but when he lifted his head again, everything had already returned to normal, as if it had all been nothing more than his imagination.
"So what exactly can I create using this space…?"
Silvanus murmured to himself, beginning to wonder about the control he had over this space. He closed his eyes, and instantly felt as though he had rged with this place, as if he could even control it.
When a God descended upon the world, there naturally had to be power that inspired fear and awe… and of course, to prepare a group of believers, they would also need titles to address their deity…
Silvanus unconsciously kneaded the darkness within this space into strange shapes in his hands, muttering continuously under his breath.
"Erebus… The Progenitor of Night, The One Who Precedes Light?"
Almost the mont Silvanus finished speaking, the entire space suddenly trembled violently. The force was so strong that Silvanus could barely keep his footing and was thrown off balance. But before he could fall to the ground, the darkness gathered together and ford a chair perfectly suited for him.
He couldn't help but raise his eyes and ask softly, "You like this too, don't you?"
In the place where Silvanus could not see, the blue text box once again typed out three dots.
Before Silvanus could continue uncovering any more mysteries of this space, a dizzying sensation sent him back to his original position.
He looked at the others who still had their eyes tightly shut. His gaze fell onto the card in front of him, and he realized that everyone had a similar card before them. He quickly scanned the content on it, a flicker of surprise passing across his face. In the next mont, the card imdiately vanished in a wisp of black smoke. In the blink of an eye, it had already fallen into his God Realm...
At the sa ti, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out.
[Ding! Welco to the world of Happy TV Network!]
[We are diligent perforrs, bringing joy to audiences across the entire universe!]
The two sentences echoed in the minds of everyone present. At the sa mont, those who had been keeping their eyes closed also opened them simultaneously.
Seeing the scene before them, a variety of emotions quickly appeared on their faces. Only one person had already been keeping their eyes wide open the entire ti. In those eyes, there was not much fear—perhaps he simply had not yet reacted to the current situation, and was rely staring wide-eyed at Silvanus.
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