Gou willingly gave up his spot, while others outside were not convinced, starting to clamor, refusing to let anyone cut in line. The young man in the black windbreaker, however, did not get angry, and just scattered a handful of Gold Coins from his pocket.
Scattering coins!
The boy, using his money-flinging ability, made the onlookers temporarily forget about the arcade machines. Even Miss Malt, unnoticed, had quietly joined the scramble for Gold Coins... At this moment, Miss Vampire's faith in Gold Coins surpassed that of any Deity!
Meanwhile, the young man in black took his seat. Accompanied by the light and excited, fast-paced melody, the little plane named Raiden, once again, changed its controller.
When the boy faced his first "Game Over," he couldn't help but adjust his hat a bit.
"This seems like playing something very new."
"The things inside here are dead."
"They even have value?"
"Can something fictional be real as well?"
The Dog-headed Person next to him leaned over, "Will you lose the second round?"
The boy, "I will win."
He, after all, was the God of Death, who held sway over demise. How could he lose to a tin box? It was the one being challenged.
Five minutes later, the words Game Over appeared on the big screen once more.
The handsome boy began to get immersed, even forgetting the time, until the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and only then did he realize dawn had risen.
Together with the music of the last game's end, the handsome young man in the black windbreaker finally stepped away from the metal box, leaving the machine to the players who had been waiting for a long time.
Although the dawn of the Grey World was still gray, as if it didn't matter whether the sun rose or not, for the handsome boy, he had obtained everything he wanted.
"Indeed, it's really fun!"
That's how the God of Death assessed it.
He too had felt happiness, something he rarely got when extracting value from others, that joy of watching others wrestle between the pinnacles and nadirs of life, and always on the verge of suicide. While it was also quite nice, it lacked a sense of "participation."
As for the man who almost polluted his death card pool, he had temporarily stripped him of the right to die. In the coming period, he had an invincible time, and regarding the other's "debt," the God of Death also decided to generously "clear" it for him.
Thus, the handsome boy passed by the bewildered man in the windbreaker on the street corner. He stopped, whispering:
"Your debt of death is written off, consider it my thanks for helping me find new value."
The man still didn't understand what had happened.
And after the handsome boy vanished, among the few Deities in this world who had believers, one Deity also benefited.
[Sufferer] — As the name implies, the value he sought was suffering, accepting all sources of pain in full.
At this moment, this Deity, going crazy in his Divine Nation, amidst cries of pain from the Sufferer, suddenly received an influx of "pain" faith. He blankly checked his domain of believers but could not find the source of this pain, leaving him even more baffled.
You say, how could there be a faith with no known origin?
Could it be a scam?
....
Shang Lin, who was researching Runes in the Temple, had already burst into laughter.
That laugh was like a tone-deaf frog.
"Of course, all of this was within my expectations."
This method was indeed effective; all who had thrown Game Coins into his gaming machine had become his low-level believers.
There were many ways to recruit believers. In this era, Gods even had to host offline lectures to recruit followers, but still lectured about those meaningless things.
Where else can you recruit players as quickly as in a game?
Moreover, with various authorities under my blessing, the current gaming machine can truly immerse players.
Streams of spiritual power flooded towards me, and I could feel that the power of time had become more distant, as the force of time that had almost reached me began to fade away.
At the same time, several shallow believers appeared in my perception, their souls' energies fluttering weakly, highlighting their status as low-level workers.
[Faith from the Dog-headed Person +9.....+3+11....]
[Faith from the Black Dwarf +7....+6+11....]
[Faith from Humans +10.....+4+5....]
[Faith from the Troll +2....+2+1....]
[Faith from the Minotaur +4.....+4+2....]
[Faith from the Steel Automaton +20....]
A continuous stream of faith hopped and skipped before my eyes, and I had the spare time to click and inspect each believer, just as developers must secretly view player feedback when a game is released....
"In any activity, through imagination and combination, one creates things that don't exist in real life but are still plausible. In such activities, both the initiator of the fictitious event and the recipient who watches or acquires the fictitious items can generate fictitious value."
"Therefore, creating games to increase faith is an act that complies with fictitious value, and it completes the transfer of fictitious items to reality. And in the world of fiction, various real values can also be obtained."
"The next steps are to lower the prices, extend the time, and then mass distribute. I will add more arcade machines to every public space.... It looks like I'll have to work overtime."
This was just a test, and based on the current feedback, it was a very successful one!
Dong dong dong——
When someone is looking for you, you will hear a dong dong dong messaging sound.
This is a new message.
"Another new faith has been added?"
[Faith from the God of Death +22 (Black Faith), this faith has extremely high value.]
[As the God who holds the essence of death has given you positive faith, you have received the divine gift 'Curse Rejection' — you can no longer be cursed by any deity below God.]
Initially displayed as unknown, but the Enlightenment Runes immediately stripped away the true nature of this unknown information.
[The God of Death shows interest and curiosity towards your divine token.]
[The God of Death's expectations of you have increased. Playing your arcade machine, he has provided you with faith from God while also taking away some of the death value from your machine, which is generated from players manipulating game characters and dying repeatedly.]
In the macroscopic universe, there are nineteen existences named Gods. They are the supreme deities, controlling countless subordinate Evil Gods, and each represents a certain law of operation in this macroscopic universe.
So the God of Death appeared, played my gaming machine, and provided me with positive feedback, and in the process, I gained some of his divine power?
Enlightenment Runes are this powerful?
Shang Lin was shocked and quickly a bold idea flashed through his mind—to market the game to all the deities...
But now, I'm not capable of doing that.
So my focus immediately shifted downward, back to reality.
What is this value "generated by the players' manipulation of game characters dying repeatedly"?
Shang Lin's second reaction was:
"Is it glitching here?"