The High Priest, the god's only believer, is the top; the good-for-nothing, arrogant god is the bottom.
Gods are born from human faith and die when they lose their believers.
As the ages change, more and more new gods emerge, drawing away a great deal of people's faith.
The ancient gods, meanwhile, gradually disappear into the river of time.
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The first rays of morning sunlight pass through the glazed roof tiles, falling upon the statues in the temple.
The man's smooth, long hair falls down his back. His loose, deep-blue priestly robes cannot hide his tall, slender frame.
He kneels before a statue, eyes tightly shut, murmuring to himself: “In the name of the Seville family, I swear that I, Theodore, will follow the God of Illusion forever and remain his most loyal believer.”
A moment later, a handsome man materializes on the statue. “If you truly wish to prove your loyalty to me, use your position as High Priest to sway the people and make them all follow me.”
Theodore sneers. “Dream on. If it weren't for the tradition passed down through my family for thousands of years, who would worship a good-for-nothing like you?”
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The God of Illusion's silver hair is loosely gathered behind him. Disdain colors his handsome face. “What is this Creator God supposed to be? When I ruled the continent, he hadn't even formed a divine core yet. And now he dares to challenge me?!”
Theodore says, “Get a grip. You're down to one believer, and that's me. He has five million.”
“So what? Aren't you the continent's High Priest? Beating five million people should be a piece of cake.”
Theodore: “???”
Reading guide:
The author writes silly, brainless stories. Don't take it too seriously.
Theme: Work hard
