Devil's Bible

"This fictional god is multifaceted. Anyone who accepts the fictional agreement he left behind and uses the rules formed by the fictional agreement as their life creed can become one of the multiple identities created by the fictional god."

"Thus gaining the opportunity to change the course of one's life."

"I will reward you based on the amount of faith you collect."

"Remember, this body is all an unfinished draft; whoever fabricates the agreement gains the right to write it." After saying this, Nemus left.

"Hey, hey, hey, why did you leave so suddenly!" Angel A's unique aura was revealed the moment he opened his mouth.

Anyone with a modicum of insight would immediately recognize the difference between Nemus and Angel A.

"Descent, possession?" Becky's eyes flickered as he thought of some secrets.

To become an alchemist, he must have come from a noble family. Although his family had been destroyed, he had a deep understanding of various secrets.

Or we can simply rely on common sense to judge, such as what level of individual needs a lot of faith.

The evil god worshipped by the Floating World Society, though called a god, is actually more like a demon.

What they wanted was not faith, but the desires arising from various sensory stimulations. As for demanding faith, it was because they wanted to use it to ensure the loyalty of their subordinates.

For most individuals, faith is of little use except for priests who can use it to cast some divine spells.

However, it was only when Becky encountered an individual who truly needed faith that she felt a sense of unreality.

It seemed as if I might have actually joined an extraordinary organization.

This kind of organization is very likely not going to operate on a small scale like before, but will actually cause something big.

Becky felt a mixture of fear and excitement.

He understood one thing very well: as long as he didn't get involved in major events, an alchemist of his level wouldn't face severe punishment even if he were caught by the Church.

More likely, they will be incorporated into the church. Although they may lose some freedom, their lives will still not be too bad.

Becky took a deep breath to calm herself, then looked around at her followers who had been with her for some time.

Although they lacked experience, they understood that the current situation was very risky.

However, most people did not feel any regret at that moment.

Most of them, while not exactly destitute, were not particularly valuable individuals either.

They all faced predicaments that could not be resolved through normal means, which is why they chose to take risks.

They all understood that the greater the risk at hand, the greater the potential reward.

A little bit of ambition burns within them.

Inside the church, Nemus narrowed his eyes slightly, the Fictional Protocol feature beginning to activate subtly.

The agreement was already in effect the moment it was reached, gradually binding them with fictitious 'rules'.

Chapter 108 Persecuting the Little Devil

Nemus attained the number of divine attributes and belongs to the God of Discipline. Its internal functions also belong to the discipline, and under normal circumstances, it can only absorb faith that belongs to the discipline.

The problem is that the proportion of divine attributes held by the God of Discipline and Nemus is not equal. The God of Discipline has existed for many years, and subtly, whenever the discipline is mentioned, people inevitably think of the God of Discipline.

Nems was unable to receive the corresponding faith through this.

Therefore, Nems can only differentiate himself on the point of discipline.

Replace precepts with fictitious agreements, and replace rigid, inflexible collective precepts with each individual's own agreement and rules.

Then, some multi-dimensional elements were stitched together to increase appeal.

It incorporates Nems' current personal characteristics.

Perhaps it's a good thing that Nemus only has one-fifth of the divine attributes.

The limitations of divinity are not as great as one might imagine.

When he spoke of the fictional god, when the doctrines of the fictional god came to mind in others, when they came to know about it, and thus inevitably developed a trace of faith.

Nemes had already completed the connection between the divine and the believers.

At that moment, he could feel the faith of many believers converging on him.

During this process, Nemus could clearly feel that his divinity was changing.

However, because the number is too small, this change is not yet obvious.

"It's also related to the fact that most people aren't even casual believers." Under the fictitious agreement, Nemus secretly used it to restrain the followers of the fictitious agreement, but this restraint only made their thinking more inclined to the fictitious agreement.

It's similar to a long-term, subtle suggestion.

This does not mean that as long as a fictitious agreement exists, they will blindly believe in a fictitious god.

"Overall, the future looks promising." Nems was fairly satisfied with this.

"Next, we will further study the power of whale transformation, spread it as a reward, enhance the strength of our followers, increase the appeal of the fictional agreement, and thus develop more followers."

"And the mere attraction of a fictitious agreement is not enough."

Nemes realized that the problem with single products is that once people obtain them, the sense of satisfaction greatly diminishes their motivation.

Although Nemus was able to divide whale transformation into different levels and harvest them layer by layer, the power of whale transformation was too homogeneous.

Once acquired, even without further modifications, it can gradually adapt and strengthen itself through its own power.

"Therefore, whale transformation is best given as a reward to devout believers, becoming a bone in the mouth of ordinary believers."

"Before that, we need some lower-end forces or resources to attract them."

Thinking of this, Nems immediately thought of Towns.

Towns is somewhat of a talent; he has a good capacity for endurance.

Previously, he and Kurogane tricked a group of lesser demons to obtain enough power from them.

While not enough to advance their seed level, it greatly improved Downs' base stats after the temporary powers disappeared.

“So, the plan to scam the little devil still needs to continue!” Nemus’s eyes lit up.

"Summoning lesser demons in bulk. Although this time it doesn't have the oppressive feeling brought by the old priest, we can use our setup to threaten them. We won't take 90%, we'll only take 30%."

"Once those little devils fall for it, they'll mostly admit defeat."

"Those demons, once accumulated, can be sold as consumables using sealing techniques."

"It allows those who crave power to obtain temporary power, thereby changing their current situation, yet they cannot escape the control of the fictitious agreement."

Nems suddenly understood.

This can be described as a win-win situation. People at the bottom have gained power and the opportunity to change their own destiny. The Void Protocol has gained many potential followers, can develop a large number of casual believers, and can also select talents from them.

The only ones who suffered were probably the people from Naim's hometown.

However, if the little devil suffers, the blame will fall on Croc!

Once he had the idea, Nems quickly began to arrange things to proceed.

Three days later.

The faint sound of whales calling out rose up, and a cool breeze blew by.

"Is summer almost over?" Nemus thought to himself, and then got up.

Then, as always, Klu delivered breakfast and toiletries very promptly.

After Nems finished dealing with the matter, documents from the church arrived, containing information about a suspected new cult—the Fictitious Protocol.

"Those three who wanted to advance to full paladins during the previous investigation of the cesspool, are they almost fully recovered?" Nemus asked Kru.

“That’s right, they recovered a few days ago.” Kru was fully aware of the information within the church.

"Their failure to exterminate the whale dung beetles was largely due to human error, not their fault. So let's give them another chance to investigate the truth behind this fabricated agreement as a new test for them." Nemus wrote down his decision with a smile.

Kru pushed up his glasses and smiled.

“I understand, sir.” As one of Nemus’s kind, he naturally became part of the fictional agreement that very day.

Even now, his twin demon clones occasionally split off and head to the temporary base established by the clock tower in the southern district of the fictional agreement.

Currently, the internal structure of the fictitious protocol has been clearly defined.

At the very top is the fictional god, followed by Angel A, who is also an entity of the fictional god.

Below Angel A were several high bishops.

Kru's demonic avatar served as one of the bishops.

The purpose of sending a few trainee paladins to investigate was clear: to control the scope of the incident's impact.

In addition to the Floating World Society, various other forces also emerged in Baiwei Town.

It could be a gang, a cult, or some other strange organization.

This is not surprising, after all, there are one or two opportunities to encounter other whales in Baiwei Town every year.

Some trendy things are too easy to get in.

However, these small forces are basically unable to gain any real influence. Most of them are just trying to make a living in the Southern District, and their competitors are mostly the gangs in the Southern District.

Previously, the church was aware of the Floating World Society, but thought it was just a small force and that they weren't making too much of a fuss, so they didn't bother to go deep into the southern district to arrest them.

It was only through the old pastor that I learned that the Floating World Society had serious problems.

“I will give them what they want, thus buying enough time for the church to develop.” Kru understood Nemes’s plan almost as soon as Nemes mentioned it and immediately made the corresponding preparations.

With the issuance of the document signed by Nemes, the three trainee paladins who had just recovered from their injuries and returned to the church to report for duty received their orders.

Meanwhile, some changes have also occurred in the southern district in the past few days.

Chapter 109 Al and Fas

South area.

It's a place similar to the North District, but with a population several times that of the North District.

The entire town of Baiwei has a nominal population of only 500,000.

However, the southern district is now estimated to have more than 500,000 people.

The population of the North District is clear. Apart from some nobles who might harbor private assassins and soldiers, the population is roughly accurate, with less than 100,000 people in the North District.

Therefore, it is more comfortable and cleaner than the North District.

The environmental sanitation in the South District seems to never improve.

There was garbage everywhere, excrement was everywhere, and the air was filled with a stench.

Arsi Kia, or as he is commonly known by those who know him, is Arsi Kia.

He was somewhat uneasy as he was led into an alleyway on the seventh street of the South District.

A lot of people have already gathered here.

It's clear that these people aren't of high status; many of them don't even own a complete set of clothes.

They surrounded someone from the same social class, their eyes burning with desire.

It wasn't that they were trying to rob or anything like that.

If it were a robbery or some other violent activity, this place wouldn't be so quiet; it would be much noisier.

His new friend wouldn't bring him here either.

The person surrounded was not afraid of the large number of people; on the contrary, he was very excited and talked at length.

"From now on, you will follow us. I will establish a new gang and teach you strength. Then you can eat whatever you want."

"The god of fiction will protect us!" the man said, adding this last sentence.

Al was stunned, and then a cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Unlike these people, he had a surname and knew about religious matters.

The area on the back of the Azure Whale is the domain of the God of Discipline, where other gods are generally not allowed to proselytize.

If such a cult exists, it is almost always a cult.

Al had never heard of this fictional god.