Chapter 19: The Untimely Death of an Original Believer (2/2)

Just now, a vein of divine energy had vanished!

The believer did not appear to belong to Eleena’s party or Angora’s fief, but a believer of the God of Games before Xi Wei transmigrated.

According to the memories he inherited, the last God of Games was probably some unreliable entity with a gambling problem. Xi Wei himself did not expect that their faith lasted until now.

“That feeling… it doesn’t feel like they are being converted…”

It was impossible for a true believer and those above to be converted to another faith at the drop of a hat since one would not become a true believer without firm conviction in their first deity. If it had been conversion, their faith would instead slowly decay, and eventually disappear amidst its weakest moments.

There was only a single explanation for a sudden severance such as just now: that believer had died.

And because those original believers did not possess the System, they could not be resurrected like Eleena and the others.

It would have been fine if the believer died a natural death or in their sleep. However, if it was an accident or murder, that person’s psyche intensity would rocket unthinkably in the instant they faced impending death, and was likely the peak level of their life.

Perhaps that was the precise reason that Xi Wei noticed that there was a path connecting him to the emotions of the follower before he died, leaving their final divine energy in his Divine Kingdom in what appeared to be clump of silver fog at a single glance.

Xi Wei hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out with his tentacles to touch it.

It was sheer terror, a heartful of grief and regrets, along with a mingled scent of hate that the god they trusted did not aid them in their last moments.

The follower did not die an accident. He was murdered, even possibly tortured beforehand.

Xi Wei was silent, unsure of what he should be thinking.

He once believed that his predecessor—the original God of Games and his believers had nothing do with himself since they were not his subjects. Moreover, with his predecessor’s horrific reputation, those believers would have jumped ship at any moment.

But now he realized he was wrong.

Both himself and his predecessor were unquestionably the God of Games, and his predecessor’s believers were his too: people who held faith and entrusted everything upon him.

Although he might not necessarily be indiscriminate with all followers, should he have no reaction and watch as his followers were murdered, how was he different from the other cold-blooded deities of this world?

“As I thought, I really want to be a nice god.”

At that moment, another vein of divine energy abruptly vanished.

The massacre of his predecessor’s believers was continuing.

“Goddamn! That’s really looking down on me, the God of Games!”

Having made his choice, Xi Wei felt his entire body relax. “Don’t panic, believers, your god is coming!”