Xi Wei, who was still thinking about what to do next in his Divine Kingdom suddenly paused.
"Eh? Angora actually went from a shallow believer to a devout believer? And it looks like a new true believer has joined us … "
"Looks like I wasn't wrong about you," he muttered to himself, completely forgetting that he had only referred to Angora as an idiot before.
What's next is to expand his plantation area and use the crops to buy the hearts of the townsfolk. He believed that Angora wouldn't cause any trouble with such a simple task.
Moreover, with the land and price restrictions, Xi Wei didn't have to worry about Angora suddenly expanding his plantation area and attracting the attention of the God of Harvest.
It would be too late when he realized that something was wrong after two or three years.
Xi Wei was quite confident in himself. As a transmigrator with a cheat like the God of Games, it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't even beat a local Intermediate God after two or three years.
"The most important thing now is still the Players …"
Due to the limit of Xi Wei's divinity level, the Players of combat classes were only at Level 30 and had yet to change class. Although the Players led by Eleena were too engrossed in leveling up for now and couldn't tell, they would definitely be displeased when most of them reached Level 30.
There were two simple ways to solve these problems. The first was to recruit believers and use the amount of Faith Power to increase the Divinity's level. The increase in the Divinity's level would naturally expand the power of the Divine Title and increase the level cap of the Players. The second was to kill other Gods and directly seize their Divinity, fusing their Authority into one's Divinity.
If the first method was the way of the king, the second was unquestionably the way of evil.
But for Xi Wei at the moment, the second method was more practical.
After all, Xi Wei didn't dare to blatantly go to the domain of other gods to recruit believers. Doing so would be too slow, and heaven knows how long it would take for him to accumulate enough divine energy to raise his divinity level.
Moreover, it wasn't as if there were no precedents for stealing the powers of other gods. For example, Stoff, the God of Craftsmanship and Fine Wine, had originally been an ordinary Lesser God, the God of Blacksmiths. Later, he seized the opportunity in a divine war to defeat the original God of Wine, stealing his power and becoming a Lesser God.
"Be that as it may, it's a little difficult to find an enemy deity that I could kill …" Xi Wei said, his ball-shaped body shaking in confusion.
The Gods themselves did not have any hierarchy.
Other than the Three Saints who had created the world and the Seven Divine Fathers who were publicly acknowledged to be the strongest, there was no clear way to differentiate between Higher Gods, Middle Gods, and Lower Gods. They could only be vaguely differentiated based on the strength of their Divine Domains and their performance in the Divine Wars.
On the other hand, Xi Wei, the God of Games was a newbie god who had just been born and could not even participate in the divine war. Moreover, his divinity was damaged and he might not even qualify as a Lesser Deity, and if he had to put a name to it, he would be a small fry god below Lesser Deity.
It was a bit difficult to find other trash gods to compete with him.
"A bit of a pain in the ass … although I don't have any right now."
Xi Wei reached out a tentacle and scratched what was probably his head.
Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.
Unlike the other gods who had millions of believers, Xi Wei's believers were just over two digits, which was why he was paying attention to every strand of faith.
And just now, a strand of divine energy had suddenly vanished!
It was not a believer from Eleena's faction or Angora's faction, but a believer of the God of Games that Xi Wei had believed in before he transmigrated.
According to the experience Xi Wei inherited from the God of Games, they were probably unreliable beings such as gamblers, and he did not expect that their faith would last until now.
"This doesn't feel like I've changed my faith to another god …"
A true believer or above would never change their faith to another god in one go, since they would never become a true believer without firm faith in their original god. If he wanted to change his faith, the power of his faith would first slowly weaken, and in the end, when it was extremely weak, it would disappear.
There was only one possibility for the sudden interruption just now: the believer had died.
And since the original believers did not have the System, they could not be resurrected like Eleena and the others.
It would be fine if they died of old age, but if they were killed or accidentally, the fear of death would elevate their spirit to an unimaginable level, possibly the highest they had ever felt in their entire lives.
Perhaps that was why Xi Wei noticed that the believer had channeled his emotions before his death into the path of faith, leaving the last bit of divine energy in his divine kingdom. At first glance, it looked like a cloud of silver mist.
Xi Wei hesitated for a moment, but eventually reached out with his tentacle to feel the mist.
A complex emotion that was tinged with a tinge of bitterness surged through his tentacles.
It was a mixture of immeasurable fear, unwillingness, regret, and perhaps a little resentment that the god he worshiped did not help him until the very last moment.
The believer did not die by accident, but was killed, or even tortured to death.
"…" Xi Wei did not know how to feel at that moment.
He had once thought that the believers of his predecessor, the original God of Games, had nothing to do with him. After all, they worshiped his predecessor and not him, and with his terrible reputation, there was no telling when those believers would change their faith to another god.
But he now realized that he was wrong.
Be it his predecessor or himself, they were both unquestionably the God of Games, and those who worshiped the God of Games were his believers. She was the one who believed in him and gave her everything to him.
Although he didn't have to treat all believers equally, if he sat back and watched his believers being killed without any reaction, then what difference was there between him and the other cold-blooded gods in this world?
"As expected, I still want to be a good god."
At this moment, another strand of Power of Faith suddenly disappeared.
The massacre of his predecessor's believers was still ongoing.
"F * ck you! You're disrespecting me, the God of Games! "