Chapter 872 (2/2)

It did not matter if he could not control his manly desires. While he was in the midst of resurrection, Sui Xiong could help him settle this problem once and for all. Sui Xiong could still remember a time before he traversed worlds where there was a popular phrase on the internet called “feminization.” Anything could be made to become a pure and adorable girl, this old man—oh, now it seemed like he was no longer an old man—was no exception.

Relatively speaking, if the God of Royalty became Sui Xiong’s follower, it meant that the Void God System would have enough influence over this priesthood of “Royalty.” By that time, it would be more convenient if he wanted to advocate a Republican system.

Theoretically speaking, the Republican system and royalty were in conflict with each other. But it did not mean that it was impossible to resolve. It so happened that the great number of constitutional monarchies found on Earth did nothing more than change royalty into a concept that resembled religion and then ascribe all secular power to their governments.

Sui Xiong did not know much about politics, but he had never tasted pork, nor had he ever seen a pig walk on two legs. As an illustrator who was more inclined towards animations, he was quite familiar with a nearby country that had an emperor. Wanting to come up with a set of similar system was really no difficulty for him at all.

In this way, the God of Royalty would not be able to get much divinity, maybe not even enough to support him if he was a mid-level Divine Power. But to the God of Royalty, so long as he could be resurrected, other things… who would still ask for anything more?

On the contrary, for Sui Xiong, having the God of Royalty as his follower meant that he would be reasonably and legitimately qualified to dictate topics on the aspect of “Royalty.” By that time, it would be perfectly justifiable for him to say things like “royalty should be done this way.”

Haha, this was really going to be so awesome…

Sui Xiong secretly gave himself some brownie points and began to work.

He was a man of action. Turning his thoughts into action had always been his motto.

In the God Kingdom of the human gods, the God of Aristocracy was in such agonizing pain at the moment that they could only see pitch darkness before them. Their entire body had gone cold from the pain. If it was not for the fact that gods did not have internal organs or organs for digestion and excretion, they would have squeezed out all the excreta from their body due to the excruciating pain and be lying in a pile of their filth.

The thoughts in their mind were getting more and more chaotic and vague. That little bit of clarity that remained was gradually dissipating. It was as though their entire being had sunk deep into the ocean of anguish. And that they were sinking deeper and deeper into this bottomless sea, without knowing exactly what kind of abyss they were going to fall into.

Words alone were no longer enough to describe the agony they were feeling. If it had not been for the special partition of their quiet room that could allow messages from the outside world to come in but prevent news on the inside from spreading out, the part of this God Kingdom that belonged to them might have been turned upside down. Many of their followers could have died as a result.

Speaking of which, the God of Aristocracy was also quite an unlucky one. Their quiet room was originally completely isolated inside out. But this isolation was not achieved via their own power, but rather with the power of the God of Light. Even if the God of Royalty was resurrected, the influence that he exerted would not be able to penetrate the obstruction of the God of Light’s power. The most the God of Aristocracy would receive was a warning alarm, but they would not really be hurt. But for the convenience of facilitating divination, they lifted the transmission limitation from the outside world to the inside of this quiet room. Therefore, the resurrection of the God of Royalty immediately caused their body to be torn apart, and as a result, they fell into a state of endless agony.

What was worse was that because they had retained the isolation from inside the room to the outside world, their agony was unknown to anyone at all. It was confined to this small little quiet room. No one from the outside world had any way of knowing about it at all.

Or maybe, there was still someone who knew.

After some time, a figure appeared at the door of the quiet room and looked down at the God of Aristocracy lying on the ground.

This powerful and ambitious God of Aristocracy had already fallen into a coma. Their body was contorted in a strange manner, reflecting the extreme agony that its master had been put through.

If it had not been the occasional twitch of their flesh, their present appearance would be an epic representation of a painting named “The Suffering Dead.”

“If you knew that this day would come, why do something that you would come to regret!” said that figure. It sighed and gently shook its head. Then it said, “Your ambition has always been nothing more than building a castle out of sand!”