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“Pfft! Guliani wants to buy grain?” Anthony, who was pulled into the Consciousness Space, burst into laughter immediately.
“That’s what he said, the Shepherd of God, Guliani.” Negris said in bewilderment, finding it utterly absurd. You, the Shepherd of God, buying grain from a bunch of Undead?
“Wait a minute, is he buying grain from you or from the World Transit Station?” Anthony suddenly thought of a crucial issue.
Negris asked in confusion, “Is there a difference?”
“Of course there is. In many people’s eyes, the World Transit Station is not exclusive to the Undead. After all, humans were the ones managing this place back in the day, and personnel from various dimensions were stationed here, such as Lisa, who was sent by the Church of Light for a long-term stay. So, is it possible that Guliani is sending a purchase request to the World Transit Station?” Anthony speculated.
“Er, it is possible, but it’s just a request to buy grain. Why would he use his own name? Especially when he specifically mentioned ‘The Shepherd of God’, isn’t that openly telling us that he’s the Pope?” Negris asked in confusion.
“If he didn’t say he’s Guliani, who would pay attention to him? Would you? Would you casually close the World Transit Station?” Anthony retorted.
That makes sense. If you’re operating a long-term open Teleportation Array, it doesn’t really matter if you state an unknown identity, you can always request to connect again next time.
It’s possible that the World Transit Station isn’t often opened. What if it never opens again? To increase the chances of them paying attention to him, Guliani directly stated his own name and the title ‘Shepherd of God’ which carries special significance.
“So, what do we do now?” Negris asked. He was the God of Knowledge, not the God of Deception. He wasn’t exactly proficient in this kind of plotting and scheming.
Or perhaps: a God!
Becoming a god by stolen faith, isn’t that the ultimate goal of the Fire-Stealers?
Dyson had thought that no one had succeeded in all these hundreds of years, but as it turns out, the first generation Fire-Stealer had succeeded.
If Anthony knew that someone else was continuously reborn just like him, he would probably curse: You plagiarist!
As for why no one else succeeded afterwards?
“I misled you, see, you’ve succeeded now, haven’t you? You, you are a god now too.” Guliani laughed.
It turns out that the person who first got on the carriage locked the door, preventing others from getting on. Now that Guliani had opened the door a crack, Dyson zoomed in.
Becoming a god wasn’t difficult, at least not for the Church of Light. The vast number of believers was the source of all power. With power, faith could be cultivated, and the Divine Fire could be ignited.
It should have been a simple process, but it was distorted by the first person, causing everyone to be led astray. Dyson should have been angry, but now that he was the second person to squeeze onto the Crystal Carriage, he wasn’t angry anymore. Instead, he felt admiration for Guliani.
When too many people are squeezed onto the carriage, the seats on the carriage won’t be worth much.
After finishing the analysis, Dyson respectfully withdrew.
Guliani’s expression, however, became more solemn. Having been reborn countless times with the power of an evil god, he had lived for hundreds of years. His understanding of the Resting Abyss and the World Transit Station was far from shallow, unlike the current generation, like Leonardo from the Saint’s Edge Army, who deemed it a backward Abyss Dimension.