First of all, this is absolutely a pure-love, hot-blooded power fantasy (serious face). So anything about banging big sisters, dragons, succubi, elves, divine artifacts, or the System is just your imagination. I told you it's a pure-love story!!!!!!!! The protagonist isn't socially clueless either. It's just a trope. (With a perfectly straight face.)
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“Andershiman II, founder of a glorious age, apostle of God, great shepherd. He devoted all things to the Holy Light, bestowed its blessings upon the people, showed the lost lambs the way back, and spread sunshine across the forsaken lands.”
When the great historian Jelen Folador wrote these words in his “Chronicles of Nolan: New Testament, Volume One: The Great Theocracy,” his thoughts may have drifted to that chaotic yet glorious age. The gods had fallen, faith had crumbled, demons had invaded, and the old order was gradually being dismantled. That young pope led a small band of believers to establish a glorious age in the ruins, one shared by all races.
He was a great man!
Atheists and devout believers alike praised that pope.
“Ofir, where the hell is your Holy Light Cannon?”
That, too, was one of the pope's great sayings, passed down through the ages.
