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Chapter 1590 Chapter 224. I, the New God
“A newborn god in the turbulent years…” the Skeleton King murmured in a low voice.

"What? Where is He!?" Annan exclaimed and turned his head to look around.

"I mean you...Annan, you have already taken the first step towards becoming a god."

"Me?" Annan pointed at himself, as if he heard Martin twisting out an arcane energy core with a wrench, "I'm just an elite warlock. Can I be a god?"

He knew that legend was the end of the profession, but not the end of the living. At this point, the legend could consider obtaining divinity and becoming a demigod, and then gradually develop believers and steal priesthood until he raised the divine fire.

"Because only when you become a legend are you eligible to fight for divinity. If you have divinity, you have skipped this stage."

"Then am I not the weakest god?"

"You can regard gods as... a profession." The Skeleton King said this outrageous thing - there are not many beings who are qualified to say this, and the Skeleton King is one of them.

It says that the gods are not a strengthening of the original profession, but are independent of the original profession, and use divine power that is different from magic.

If you become a god at the legendary level, you will have both the power of a legend and the power of a god. If you become a god at the elite level, you will also have the power of an elite and the power of a god.

"Now is a good opportunity, Annan. The gods cannot contact the world of Allen, and the whole world is your pasture."

Just like what Annan is doing now: stealing the lady's followers and making them his own - just like that boy Svent.

"And what's the price?"

Annan did not show his ecstasy. On the one hand, he had seen gods before. Would he tell others that he had raised two gods? On the other hand, there was a precedent: the gods were locked in the kingdom of God by unknown forces, and the cause of the turbulent years had not been found out. It was unclear whether becoming a god at this time would be a blessing or a curse.

If it is aimed at all gods... then Annan's raising of the sacred fire at this time has a bit of the feeling of "Saint Laurent joining the Kingdom of Rikanel in 999".

The Skeleton King admired Annan's calmness, although from what he knew, Annan probably didn't understand what "the gods represent": "Compared to the gains, the cost is insignificant, such as being bound by the camp and shackled by the priesthood."

"What's your suggestion?" He asked the Skeleton King when he was in doubt.

"Follow the steps and you have only taken the first step to climb the snowy mountain."

It is a bit too early to imagine the scene after reaching the summit.

If the current situation is not changed, Annan will have to spend several months just absorbing the divinity, and it will take another hour to study the power of faith.

Therefore, becoming a god is still too far away for Annan. His primary goal now is to develop more believers and make divinity his own.

“Just be careful not to let anyone know or let them have any doubts until the divinity has completely become yours.”

"What does it mean to have doubts?"

"This includes but is not limited to secretly preaching in Liberty City and converting members of the Church of Wealth to your faith... If you do this, some smart people will realize the problem."

Annan couldn't help but recall the summary Lilith had heard when he passed by his eldest sister's office earlier: Because of the convenience of the commercial street, Liberty City is almost becoming the base camp of various intelligence organizations. Every day, tens of thousands of pieces of intelligence are circulated, transferred, and sent to various parts of Middle-earth.

Liberty City advocates openness and fairness, and it should be a good thing that many organizations secretly move in on the premise of abiding by the laws of Liberty City... But the bad thing is that these people have nothing to do anyway, and Annan's private life has always been popular in the underground market, so Liberty City is like a sieve, with almost no secrets.

Even what Annan did today and who he talked to were recorded by someone, not to mention the water cup Annan used and the socks hung on the windowsill always disappeared inexplicably, and then the next day things like "Annan Reeves' underwear" would be auctioned off on a black market somewhere.

The ladies who didn't know the truth flocked to him, while the fans who had grown up with him snorted coldly.

Everyone knows that their Jack never wears underwear.

As a result, a new article was added to the second part of the Liberty City Code: [It is forbidden to secretly take photos of Lord Annan Reeves in Liberty City. Violators will be sentenced to 10 to 100 hours of compulsory labor.]

That is to say, the existence of the tree in the other world is only known to those few people, and it is too shocking, so no one associates it in that direction.

"I understand. From now on, I will only steal from the lady's followers."

Regardless, Annan was still very proud of being called a god, and even his movements were like those of a feather magic. "Annnan, you are not a god yet." The Skeleton King poured cold water on him, "Only when you have completely absorbed that bit of divinity can you be called a demigod."

There are also strong and weak gods among the gods.

The power of known gods comes from divinity and divine power.

It is known that Annan has only a little divinity and no divine power. There is only a tiny trace of it, which is the power of faith that has not been transformed.

Not to mention that Annan hasn’t become a god yet. Even if he has become a god... he will be the weakest one.

Annan stood there in a daze.

"I couldn't beat anyone before I became a demigod. Now that I'm a demigod, I still can't beat anyone. Doesn't that mean I've become a demigod in vain?"

……

The quasi-demigod Annan Reeves returned to the tree of the other world and couldn't wait to start meditating. He wanted to go to the foggy space to continue listening to the prayers of believers.

He secretly hoped that the power of faith could help him listen to the prayers of believers without the need for soul-enhancing potions... After all, which god would have to take drugs to listen to believers? That would be too embarrassing, no, it would be too shameful.

An hour later, Annan secretly left the garden, thinking that no one knew, and actually ran into the Mage Tower like running naked.

"Mr. Skeleton King, please give me a list of materials for refining the soul enhancement potion, and I will have my men prepare it."

I am only a quasi-demigod who has reached half a step toward the great perfection of the innate realm. It's not shameful for me to take drugs.

The Skeleton King didn't say anything, but wrote a list and handed it to Annan along with a bottle of still warm soul-enhancing potion.

Annan took a quick look and found... no suspicious material such as "the soul of a kind person".

knock knock --

The door of the alchemy room was knocked, and the new lich Griffin stood outside.

"My Lord Annan, hello." It saluted respectfully.

"Good night, I won't bother you anymore."

Annan stepped out and handed the list to his aide Peterson.

After patiently waiting until the next day, Annan drank the potion and entered the foggy space again.

This time everything went well, and Annan heard a clear prayer.

……

boom--

The office door was pushed open, and Olmedo didn't even raise his head. No one else in Liberty City dared to be so rude except Annan.

"Olmedo, ask Liberty City to find someone for me,"

"No time, you let Francois go."

Annan was arrogant: "I am a god, how dare you do this to me!"

Olmedo reluctantly turned his eyes away from his official duties, looked Annan up and down, and uttered a syllable:
"laugh……"

(End of this chapter)