Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

In the understanding of the magic goddess Lindsay, things should develop like this.

Intelligent creatures across the continent take turns to provide her with faith 24 hours a day, creating a truly immortal conscious body for her, and then transfer their own consciousness from the body to it, achieving true immortality.

She doesn't have much time left, and the limit of her life extension through magic has been reached.

If she can't find a way to achieve immortality like the real gods, she will die like an ordinary old lady, no matter how powerful she is.

After thousands of years of struggle, she would not allow herself to have such an ending.

So she allowed the church to relax religious freedom. As long as it did not threaten the supreme status of magic belief, any small belief could be spread freely.

I hope that this will once again replicate the birth process of the original gods, allowing me to find the correct way to use faith.

The final answer was not what we had imagined. We did not see the original gods revive, only low-level spirit forms.

But I saw a deification ritual called soul-raising.

Judging from the performance, although there are some flaws, there is no problem in the general direction.

After her adjustments, it should be correct.

No, it’s not should, it’s must be correct.

She was running out of time, so this approach had to be right.

Under her forced promotion, the virtual mask, which is the way for ordinary people to enter the consciousness space and was originally used by the Drogo Group to play games, has become unprecedentedly popular.

Regardless of cost, with the support of the church, they are distributed free of charge to the public to ensure that there is at least one machine for each person.

During the implementation process, all countries demonstrated extremely high cooperation and efficiency, and no corruption occurred.

Obviously, everyone is afraid of death.

To do something petty in front of a character who is capable of pinching the One Ring is really a waste of time.

In order to supplement the funds for producing so many masks, the goddess also dropped a lot of gold coins from the nobles.

Choose one: buy indulgences to wash away your "sins" or have your property confiscated.

The common people were very happy to see the nobles fall from grace, so for a brief period of time the goddess gained some supporters.

Until the church sends down a new oracle, all intelligent races who receive virtual masks must ensure eight hours of prayer every day.

The supporters disappeared immediately.

Even for the most ardent believers in the Pope's country, eight hours of prayer a day is too much.

This was the result of the church's efforts to persuade the goddess.

Originally, Lindsay wanted to pray for more than ten hours a day.

The Pope argued that if ordinary people really prayed for more than ten hours a day, they would not be able to maintain a normal life, so he proposed an eight-hour work, eight-hour prayer, and eight-hour rest system to ensure minimum productivity.

Lindsay thought about it and agreed to this system.

She doesn't care about the lives of civilians, but she really cares about the fact that civilians can't provide enough faith because they can't survive.

Just like that, after nearly three months of popularization of virtual masks, Feilin Continent’s first “legal Internet access” is about to begin.

After revealing his identity, Lindsay still lived in the small house originally assigned by the church and did not live in any temple.

To her, material enjoyment is meaningless. Over the years, she has experienced all kinds of enjoyment.

From this perspective, the goddess is quite pure.

There is only one goal of eternal life, and everything else can be given up.

She also maintained a close relationship with Saint Astrid.

Maybe to her, the world is like a huge role-playing game where she can do whatever she wants, and Astrid is a non-player character that she likes quite a bit.

Astrid was with her at this time, waiting for the results of the first group prayer.

Ever since Astrid learned that Grandma Lindsay, who had watched her grow up, was actually a goddess, she couldn't help but feel nervous when interacting with her.

Although her grandmother was still as kind to her as before, the young saint always felt that she was a little strange.

Beneath the amiable appearance lies a lurking disdain for all life.

At this moment, Lindsay was in the consciousness space of the Divine Skeleton Network, watching the gathering of faith.

When the time came, a vast amount of faith immediately fell into the space where she was like rain.

It is a belief that can be felt and quantified.

Lindsay closed her eyes and enjoyed her first step towards eternal life.

However, she soon felt that the flow of faith was decreasing rapidly.

The originally dense rain has turned into sparse drizzle, and is tending to become less and less.

How could this be?
This cannot be the belief shared by the entire continent.

Is someone deceiving themselves?
Anger immediately filled Lindsay's heart, which had long lost all rationality.

If she could find out who was lying to her!
She exited the consciousness space and immediately summoned the Pope, all the bishops, and high priests in the holy city.

Soon, hundreds of people who were considered to be of high status and great power in Felin knelt in front of the goddess's hut.

Lindsay stared coldly at this group of useless believers.

"I need an explanation," she said calmly, but it sent a chill down the spine of everyone present, "Why is faith decreasing during this sacrificial ceremony?"

"Uh... this," the Pope said, his forehead covered with sweat, and he did not dare to wipe it off. "Yes, it is possible that the believers are not yet familiar with the prayers in the consciousness space. After a period of time, they will be able to pray skillfully."

"Really? Then why did they have so much faith at the beginning?"

"At the beginning, at the beginning..."

The Pope tried hard to find an explanation for this phenomenon, but he couldn't think of one for a while.

In the incident of the goddess appearing, he may be the one with the biggest drop in status.

Originally the supreme leader of the church and the ruler of the Papal States, he is now no different from all other bishops, except for the different titles. They are all mouthpieces and tools of the goddess.

At this moment, the Pope, who should have been the most loyal servant of the goddess, actually showed a slight wavering in his faith, but he did not dare to show it.

“Maybe it’s because people can’t stay focused.”

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the back of the crowd, sounding very young.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was a priest.

"Who are you?" Lindsay asked.

"Andre, originally from the Twin Towers City Diocese." Pastor Andre replied.

“What do you mean people can’t stay focused?”

"Because we only provide a place for prayer in the consciousness space, and there is no other setting, it is difficult for believers to gain sufficient concentration in this situation, and naturally they cannot provide sufficient faith."

Pastor Andre answered smoothly.

He had obviously thought about this issue seriously.

"Tsk, what a hassle." Lindsay's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and it was unclear whether this dissatisfaction was directed at the bishops or the believers.

"Then let's put it this way. Anyone who cannot stay focused during prayer will be sentenced to death."

"No, great goddess..."

Pastor Andrew said immediately, and all the bishops couldn't help but look at this pastor for a while.

Unexpectedly, this boy who taught them gaming lessons was not simple and dared to directly deny the goddess.

The expression on Lindsay's face became even more impatient.

She thought Pastor Andrew was going to say something like "Considering the people".

As a player who has played a "game" for thousands of years, she has little sense of morality left in her attitude towards most non-player characters.

"For those who cannot stay focused, I will give them a warning once and then the death penalty the second time. This is the greatest leniency I can offer."

"No." Pastor Andre denied it again.

Lindsay wanted to raise her hand and kill him directly, but she noticed that Astrid seemed to know the boy. If she killed him directly, it might make the saint sad. After all, in Lindsay's eyes, the saint was no different from his own daughter.

So she calmed down and prepared to listen to what Andre had to say.

Pastor Andre organized his words and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Threats will only scare believers, and fear will make it more difficult to stay focused. It's like a person who is afraid of heights standing on a high place. The more he restrains himself from looking down, the more he will glance down involuntarily, and he may even have the idea of ​​jumping down directly."

"so what."

Lindsay thought about it and realized that what he said made some sense.

“So we should provide an environment that allows believers to stay focused and pray in an immersive environment.”

“What kind of environment is immersive enough?”

“I think games are the best environment.”

"game?"

Of course Lindsay knew about games, she had been following the growth of the Internet, but she had never experienced it herself and had no interest in it.

According to what is said on the Internet, games are used for relaxation and entertainment, and seem to have nothing to do with maintaining concentration. On the contrary, it is said that playing too much will affect concentration, and it has nothing to do with prayer.

"Yes, games," Pastor Andre said with a look of love for games in his eyes. "I once directed the development of a game for spreading doctrine, Journey to the Holy Mountain, which received a very good response on the mainland. The process full of setbacks and hardships made the doctrine deeply enter the hearts of every player. At this moment, I realized the true philosophy of games. Difficulties create immersion, and immersion makes people focus.

“So, we should provide a gaming environment for prayer, a game that is difficult and immersive enough, where players will die and grow again and again, and each resurrection and growth requires the most sincere prayer. In this way, believers can understand the true meaning of faith and provide you with a continuous supply of faith.”

These words touched upon the goddess's blind spots in knowledge.

She wasn't sure if this was a good approach, but she was willing to try.

So many years have passed, and now I have finally reached the threshold of eternal life. Even if I have to exhaust all the details, I will achieve the ultimate success.

"Okay, from now on, you are the bishop. You are responsible for building the new prayer environment. How long will it take?"

"If I could use all the resources of the Drogo Group..."

"you can."

“Then I am confident that I can produce the first batch of game content within two months.”

"What does the first batch mean?"

"Because the entire game cannot be completed in a short period of time, but part of the content can be allowed for players to experience first, and the life of a game is limited. Only by continuously providing new content can believers continue to pray most sincerely."

"Then it will be two months. After two months, I want to see the results. If it succeeds, you will still be the bishop. If it fails, you will return to the embrace of magic."

As for what is the embrace of magic, it is of course a dead end.

Pastor Andrew was fearless and immediately got to work.

This should be the largest game project to date. All game makers of the Drogo Group are involved in the project, led by Pastor Andre.

The entire project team consists of tens of thousands of people, and there are so many art resources that they cannot be used up.

These tens of thousands of people are all capable practitioners, and there are no "social activists" who do weird things.

After all, the nominal leader is Andre, and there is someone above Andre who is completely untouchable.

Although most people in the project team did not agree with Andre's gaming philosophy, after all, it was work and they just had to pay for the work, so they successfully completed all the assigned tasks.

Soon, Chapter 1 of "The Pilgrim's Way", a game based on consciousness space led by Pastor Andre, was officially completed.

The Magic Goddess immediately learned the news and ordered that the prayer environment, which originally had nothing, be replaced with a new game.

In addition, she decided to try the game herself.

She really wanted to know what it was that could make people pray with concentration.

So, the super "old" player, the magic goddess Lindsay, who is thousands of years old, began her first gaming experience in her life.

When you enter this game called Pilgrimage, the first thing you see is the character creation interface.

"Priest, monk, warrior, mage..."

These are all very common types of occupations.

Lindsay didn't plan to read the various introductions carefully. After all, her goal was not to play the game in detail.

As for entertainment, you’ll have plenty of time to experience it after you achieve eternal life.

She was a dual-class mage and priest, majoring in magic, so she naturally chose magic.

Without reading all the teaching contents, it seemed to her that there were still things about magic that she didn't know.

For the next face-shaping step, I didn’t do it carefully and just used the preset appearance.

She doesn't even care about her own appearance, let alone the one in the game.

Officially enter the game.

In the dark underground palace, there were only sporadic torches providing lighting, and visibility was very poor.

Lindsay instinctively wanted to use illumination magic, but failed.

"You have not mastered the spell." A prompt appeared.

what?
“I didn’t master the lighting…”

Only then did she realize that she was playing a role.

There was no choice but to check the spell list I had mastered.

There is only one pitiful spell, Fire Arrow.

She couldn't remember the last time she used such a low-level spell, so she felt very unfamiliar when guiding the flaming arrow.

Just after firing two arrows and warming up his hands, he was ready to fire another one.

"Not enough magic power." Another prompt appeared.

What the hell is this game?

The Magic Goddess began to question the newly promoted bishop. (End of this chapter)