Mag didn't sleep well that night. Apart from learning how to make Mapo Tofu, he was thinking about how to gain more fans for the rest of the time.
Weren't those so-called believers fans if one used the more modern term for it?
Mag couldn't help suspecting: if a belief could create a god, were those entertainment companies actually making gods secretly?
"The path to become a god on Earth has already been sealed. It's no longer feasible, or else any Tom, Dick, or Harry can become one after practicing for two and a half years." The system's mocking voice rang out.
"However, their thinking is correct. In order to attract fans quickly, they need to have enough exposure. But the biggest problem in this world is there are no methods for high exposure…" Mag furrowed his brows tightly. He wouldn't mind singing, dancing, rapping, and then debuting if there were TV and internet in this world.
