Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 31: Small things add up to big things, small things add up to big things

The magic power gathers.

The magic washed over the soul and flesh.

Wu Chen was in front, and his followers followed behind, leading them through the ruined and broken streets of Pulau Pinang.

He held in his hand the tiny sun transformed from mass healing. Restoration spells had always had a suppressive and repelling effect on the undead. Those baptized by the light followed him devoutly and fanatically, and he indeed gave them protection.

The effects of negative energy erosion were easily eliminated.

Recent wounds and old ailments vanished visibly.

Just like the first antibiotics invented, which could easily cure almost all known diseases at the time and were thus regarded as a panacea, the divine light originating from the otherworldly spellcasting system could also play a similar role at this moment.

Cruise.

More and more people followed Wu Chen. They struggled out of hiding, from refuges, from battles with undead creatures, finding peace in the moment of basking in the light, and providing Wu Chen with sufficient support through a solid connection of faith.

The group recovery technique, which should have consumed a lot of magic power, was able to continue for a long time.

The range of the spell, which should have only covered a few meters, or at most a dozen meters, has expanded to more than a hundred meters, and is even still increasing.

Behind him, more and more devout believers sang hymns of praise, without any tune, but with enthusiasm and concentration.

From nearly a hundred people to several hundred people.

From hundreds to thousands of people.

As their numbers increased, so did their power. The dragon priest's mask grew slightly warm, and Wu Chen could hear faint whispers in his ears.

'Takemiya no Thunder God...' Some consider him the incarnation of the Thunder God, as he first displayed divine power with the power of thunder. Lightning has always been associated with supreme power.

"Dainichi Ninkigami..." Some see him as the incarnation of the sun goddess Amaterasu, because he holds light in his hands, driving away darkness and illness. Even if the mythological record of Amaterasu is a goddess, believers will interpret it as a record error.

And besides this, there are many, many more.

Because he had never explained to anyone what kind of god he was. Deep down in his heart, there was an impulse that prevented him from doing so.

Becoming a god in armor is the way to ascend to heaven.

However, if one's status is insufficient and the god is forced to drive it, the armored god will instead be revived in the body of the person trying to ascend to heaven.

He wasn't yet qualified to go public through a backdoor listing and pass off fakery as real. He was still too fragile. Even if he didn't usurp these nonexistent theocrats, he felt he might need a little buffer.

——Is faith really poisonous?

That's what's said in novels and movies. But the information in novels and movies might not be entirely accurate. When Wu Chen's perceived faith links approached a thousand, and the number of followers behind him reached several thousand, he gently raised his hand.

The procession stopped.

"God, what can we do for you?" His first believer naturally stood closest to him and bowed his head respectfully.

Wu Chen glanced around. Not far away, an exceptionally large venue caught his eye. He had briefly researched tourist attractions in Pulau Pinang when booking his flight to Sakurajima. The Pulau Pinang International Convention Center, capable of accommodating thousands of people, was undoubtedly on his itinerary.

So he pointed to the convention center in the night and spoke.

"This place can be used as my palace."

God's will has been given.

Those middle-aged men and women who he randomly selected during the parade, who had the strongest faith connection, strong bodies, sharp reactions, and certain combat capabilities, gained all-round parameter enhancements in the red light of the illusion system.

This place is quite far from the core area of ​​the ritual, and there may still be a certain number of undead lurking here, but their strength is not too outrageous.

"Go, clear my place of residence and rescue those who have lost their way. Gather food and clothing. No one among my followers should suffer from hunger and cold anymore."

God's will could not be disobeyed, and his followers set out immediately. The clash of weapons and the crackling of bullets soon filled the exhibition center. He continued forward, slowly and steadily entering the venue he desired.

The inorganic notice rang in his ears.

——[Kill 10 lower-level undead, gain 1 resource point.] ——[Kill 10 lower-level undead, gain 1 resource point...]

The undead eliminated by the believer under the blessing of illusion were counted in his victory. This may be because the existence of the faith link made the believer an extension of him, of course, it is also possible that the illusion amplification he cast played a key role in defeating the enemy.

Wu Chen sighed silently.

If I had known this, I should have… No, it made no difference. I couldn't accept unlimited followers anyway. It didn't matter if I did it earlier or later.

Perhaps more people would survive, but even if that were the case, the number would not be large.

There was no need to grieve over the passing of time. I had no intention of becoming a savior, nor was I qualified to do so. Even if I had amassed such a vast number of followers and the attendant torrent of spiritual power, if the Western Continent's garrison on Sakurajima were to fly over and drop a thermobaric bomb, I would still be shattered to pieces.

Maybe.

"God, your residence has been arranged. Is there anything else we can do for you?"

The believers moved even faster than expected. By the time Wu Chen entered the exhibition center, the few undead spirits roaming inside had already been completely wiped out. Some survivors hiding deep within the exhibition hall were pulled out and, upon seeing the healing orb Wu Chen held in his hand, were stunned. As the glow fell upon them, erasing the marks left by the negative energy in their bodies, they quickly became new believers.

Disasters and suffering always shape strange beliefs. The biggest difference between Wu Chen and those cult leaders is that he truly masters and can bestow power.

Wu Chen waved his hand—he nodded toward the thousands of followers who followed him. It was truly a vast, black mass of people, yet as long as he looked at them, they would not make noise, squeeze, or even lose control.

They just looked at him devoutly and expectantly, waiting for every word he said.

"I bless this land, and it will become a sacred temple. You can rest and recuperate here, for this is the place I promised you."

I've been maintaining group healing, and my hands are a little numb.

He held up the ball of light and threw it towards the center of the convention center.

Mass healing will of course not work on buildings.

But this did not prevent him from casting a new magic unlocked from the mask towards the ground while throwing the ball of light.

Restoration Guardian

The effect is similar to the D&D system's Holy Dwelling spell, but its duration is shorter and its functionality is much weaker, only having the effect of slowly healing life. Its range is determined by the design limit and the total amount of mana input. Right now, Wu Chen has enough mana reserves in his hands to set off fireworks!

The barrier unfolds.

A simple yet exquisite rune structure expanded outward from Wu Chen's center—instantly, it swept across the entire International Convention and Exhibition Center and seeped into the ground. The next moment, the entire main venue glowed faintly under the effects of the spell!
This land is blessed, no doubt about it.

I don’t know how many people burst into tears on the spot, and how many people screamed and knelt down to pray.

Wu Chen then ignored them and only spoke to the devout guards he had chosen.

"Settle everyone down and don't disturb me," he said.

He is not a powerless fraud, and his words do not need much.

And under everyone's devout and admiring gaze, he walked into the independent hall that had been quickly cleaned and tidied up.

One second, two seconds.

There was no one in the exhibition hall, and the surveillance cameras had long been removed. Even if there were any left, they would all be destroyed by the lightning dancing between his fingers.

His hand pressed gently on the mask.

A tight-fitting mask that comes off the skin in an instant.

He froze there.

Not moving, as if dead.

After a long while, a slight sound came from between the teeth.

"……Dry."

(End of this chapter)