Gazing at the vast grassland.

The Divine Body felt sad.

In this primitive and backward world, there were not even basic towns. The plains were left abandoned, such a waste.

The crawling area was precious.

Over there, dimensional overlaps could occur at any time, followed by a group of monsters emerging and causing chaos. It was not as peaceful and natural as here.

The divine war never ceased.

The killings and conflicts among the believers, the altars and statues hidden in the light and darkness, the blood-stained battlefield between the Apostles and heroes... Only those who could stand tall and have their faith passed down through the ages could truly be called gods.

That was the cruel jungle belonging to the strong.

This place was just a comfortable shallow beach for nurturing apprentice gods. No, it was an overestimation to call them gods. They were just cannon fodder with the qualifications to compete for the position of gods.

Or to put it nicely, the chosen ones.@@novelbin@@

They knew nothing about this world.

Most of the cannon fodders would be immersed in the title of gods and feel proud. They naturally believed that they were not only chosen but also the only ones.

There was nothing wrong with that.

Any intelligent being would want to avoid pressure and responsibility, and long for unlimited pleasure and power.

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