Su Mingan sat in a chair with lifeless eyes, watching the children dancing around him, raising their hands, waving their limbs like noodles, and singing strange nursery rhymes from the underworld. The women held torches, shouting the names of the Hundred Gods, letting the name of Larsus spread far and wide.
The tribe leader Mika was even more excited, and he called on the young people to shout loudly in the name of the newly established religion.
"Believe in Lord Baishen - praise the lighthouse!"
"We are surrounded by the light of the lighthouse, and the light of the lighthouse reaches every corner of the dome—"
"--You will forget your pain, sorrow and joy. You will be as pure and happy as Khalsa in the clouds--"
"——In the name of pioneers, light seekers, and fanatics, Larsus has given you rich jobs. As God's people, you should praise the lighthouse and sow the name of the Lighthouse Church like wheat seeds for a good harvest in the vast land, and there will be no end to it."
"——Through this, we fools can finally rest in peace."
Mika raised his hand as if conducting a concerto, and the tribesmen shouted loudly.
"Believe in Lord Baishen - praise the lighthouse!"
"Believe in Lord Baishen - praise the lighthouse!"
“…”
Su Mingan was at a loss.
At this moment, he felt that even if he was alienated, it would not be as unbearable as the time he was experiencing now.
Although he did make up this passage on the spur of the moment, he did not expect that these people would shout so emotionally. Some burst into tears, some shouted to the sky, some sang loudly, and an old tribesman even burst into tears while shouting, saying that he must live under the light of the lighthouse for the rest of his life.
...It's obviously just fake.
…It was clearly just an extremely funny scene in the eyes of the audience.
These people believe in these falsehoods as if their souls are burning, and regard them as the faith of life.
Even if it is just a curious ritual compiled by outsiders, it is a proof of solemnity and piety in their eyes.
The tribe members are suspended in rituals and oracles, their lives are connected to "Him", and their own subjectivity is infinitely lowered. Even a compiled sentence can make a person die with hope at will.
He had never seen such a world. Even the belief of the people of Praya in the gods of Yunshang City was much clearer than this.
In front of him, the clan leader Mika stepped forward and wanted to spill the wine in the copper cup in his hand. Su Mingan subconsciously stood up from his chair.
"Don't move." Siber pressed his shoulder. "According to the sacrificial ritual, you need to sprinkle the wine of harvest on the statue. You are now replacing the statue's role."
"..."Su Mingan really hoped that those outsiders could be a little more reliable when compiling this ritual.
The wine spilled on his body, making it cold.
Xia La, wearing sacrificial clothes, walked up slowly, and the golden ring around her neck shone brightly in the firelight.
"You transform your will into rich rain and dew, and send it to the eternal world.
You transform your soul into golden wheat and send it to the fields."
She sang softly, touched her finger to the blood of the livestock, and then touched his fingertips.
"Lord Larsas," she said softly, "...May you bless the people of the Dome Land for a hundred years of peace and prosperity."
At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly heard a system prompt.
[You have touched upon "Faith", one of the three elements of becoming a god.]
[Current faith content: 53/(Full value is considered as complete control of faith.)]
[You can accumulate the power of faith by spreading the name of God, holding ceremonies, etc.]
…
[Perfect clearance progress: 70%]
…
Su Mingan calculated that there were more than one hundred people in the twenty-nine tribes, and they had 53 points of faith, which might be related to the degree of piety of these people.
If he wanted to gather enough faith points within the remaining ten days, his time was really tight.
Chief Mika said that the news of Baishen's awakening had been spread, but it was hard to say whether the people from several nearby tribes believed it.
The several small tribes that were close to each other were constantly fighting each other, and sometimes they would even fight each other. If others did not believe and were unwilling to come, it was possible.
But after Su Mingan and Siber discussed it, they came up with a plan to make others believe that the Hundred Gods had descended.
"...Are you sure you want to use this method?" Siber said softly before leaving.
"This is the most convenient and effective method, right?" Su Mingan said, "My talent awakening array can only be used three times in each copy. I have used it twice now, so I can't use it all the time. We need a method that they can trust absolutely."
“…This is going to be painful,” she said.
"It's okay if it hurts." Su Ming'an said, "We only need to do this in the beginning. When the scale of the cult grows bigger, we just need to wait for the snowball effect to roll."
Siber was silent for a moment and nodded.
There were some fluctuating emotions in her pale eyes.
…
Su Ming'an contacted Noel using the communication tool that Noel had left for him.
Noel came over quickly.
"Can I help you with anything?" Noel asked.
"Performing as a shaman, pretending to be a god, and biting Yamada Machiichi." Su Ming'an said it very briefly.
"...You want to collect faith?" Noel was very smart and figured it out as soon as he heard it: "Okay, I understand."
After a brief communication, Noel put on a black robe, pretended to be Baishen, and went to other tribes, while Su Mingan and Siber followed far behind.
Noel claimed that he was the newly awakened Hundred God, and as the newly awakened Hundred God, he could remove the curse for the tribe members who were cursed. He pulled out Yamada Machiichi, took out a captured small cursed creature, and bit Yamada Machiichi.
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