Chapter 163 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Dealing with Morani’s invitation, Sui Xiong was hesitant and didn’t agree immediately.

Although according to Morani’s idea, instead of saying Desolation God system was a strictly structured organization, it was an organization to chat and communicate. Who knew? The channel of communication might have turned into a QQ chat group.

But he couldn’t be at ease. He felt that it was a little dodgy. Morani didn’t urge on but he introduced his friends.

The main God from Desolation God system, or the “owner” of the “Desolation Chat Group,” was Morani himself. He was an extremely strong warrior, as well as an expert in mining and forgery. During the casual chat, He was talkative and always told everyone interesting things.

This was also because He always wandered around the entire day and had many experiences and much knowledge. He always came across interesting things that were worthy to share with everyone.

There were then four members in Desolation God system. Besides the main God Morani, the other three Gods were the God of Fertility; the huge earthworm Jogan; God of Soil, huge catfish; and bearman’s God of Warrior, Ink.

The three Gods had different characters. Jogan’s intelligence wasn’t high but he was talkative, always speaking non-stop. He always spoke of trifling matters that were meaningless. The huge catfish didn’t like to talk much about things that happened but loved to comment on things that other people told Him. Although His opinion was merely a simple message, Ink was the second smartest person after Morani, and also one that liked to wander around. But He didn’t like to talk about His experience of roaming around. Even if He came across anything that worth talking about, it something like places that have good drinks. Normally, he was only a listener.

“I feel the QQ chat group is not crowded enough… there are only four of us,” Sui Xiong mumbled to himself, and then he asked about the legendary Pantheon Temple.

“Pantheon is located in the furthest corner of the world, near where the root is,” Morani said. “Every God can convert a clone there without paying any price. Plus, they don’t support the idea of spending a lot of strength, so they belong around the non-battling area. Every God has seats that belong to them there, everyone frequently discusses and argues. It’s very lively.”

Then, he sighed. “Unfortunately, there is a hodgepodge of good and bad people in the Pantheon Temple. All kinds of treacherous stratagem are hard to guard against. It’s okay if one were to be there for battle, but it isn’t suitable for anyone who wants to chat casually…”

“Then, if I want to have a seat in Pantheon Temple, what do I do?”

“Simple. Complete the God promotion ceremony and accept clergy. Then it’s done,” Morani smiled. “But clergy is a big thing, it can’t be done recklessly! I suggest for you to pick a clergy that covers a very small area, such as being the patron saint of a small tribe. It would be more reliable.”

He saw that Sui Xiong didn’t seem to understand, so He explained to Sui Xiong in detail.

After God promotion, if He were to select the direction of the belief, He would require a stable and reliable source of belief. For that, it would be best to completely monopolize a group’s belief, in order to ensure a belief that would at least not break.

How does one ensure monopolization? The most reliable way is to control a tribe entirely.

“How do I control a tribe entirely?” Sui Xiong asked. “It’s a little difficult…”

“Actually it’s not that difficult,” Morani smiled and replied. “You create your own tribe!”

Sui Xiong was stunned and asked curiously, “Tribes can be created?”

“Of course they can. Gods making their own tribes are very common.” Morani pointed, and a bearman appeared magically in the air. The only thing that was different from a bearman was that the body was monochrome striped; a white body and head, with black ears and limbs. The most interesting part was the face, short white hair with two round black dark eye circles, just like two black eyes. “This is the tribe Ink created. He made some minor amendments based on bearman, called ‘monochrome bearman’.”

Sui Xiong was quiet for very long and asked, “The friend named ‘Ink’… was His original body like that?”

“No, His original body was just a white bear’s; at least he was only a white bear back then,” Morani said. “Later on, He was promoted into God and wanted to create a tribe of His own. However, there was already a white bear tribe among bearmen. Hence, He made a small amendment on the basic white bear and created monochrome bears. Later on, He changed His appearance too, and became so.”

Sui Xiong nodded and remembered something in his head. He planned to chat with the God of monochrome Bear when he had a chance.

After all… no matter how I look at it, the so-called “monochrome bearman” is about the same as a panda. Unless the God was also from the traversed group? Or maybe He received a message from Earth?

Morani was a talkative man and kept the conversation going. But suddenly, His face changed. He apologized to Sui Xiong and left a way to contact him, then leapt and turned into a ray of gold light to soar up into the sky. There must have been something urgent that he had to rush to take care of.

Sui Xiong watched Him leave and smiled. He then took up the pot of soup that was still boiling; the two of them had yet to take a mouthful of it. Without seeing if it was cooked, he drank the pot clean in one gulp. He then cleaned up and kept the cooking stove, then continued to advance on his journey.

The further he went forward, the more luxurious the foliage on the grassland, and the more cows and goats belonged to the herdsmen. After walking for about a day, he arrived at the border of the grassland and stepped foot in the area of grazing domestic animals and farming.

It was still the territory of Orc Empire. The Orcs that lived there were more gentle and liked farming.

For example, the village that Sui Xiong was temporarily staying in belonged to a bunch of white pigmen.

Pigman was the tribe that was most misunderstood and discriminated against among all Orcs. They looked short and fat, and their long noses made them look a little stupid. But, in actual fact, not only were they not stupid; on the contrary, they were quite smart. They were some of the top farmers in the main dimension.