I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 440 The Temptation of Becoming a God

"godhead?!"

"Could I study this?"

Hearing the anxious look on their colleague's face, codenamed 'The Wizard', Fiona, Mike, and Matthew exchanged a glance.

"So, you can't even detect the existence of 'divinity'?"

? !
"What do you mean?"

He was wearing a sky-blue magic robe, and pulled down the hood to reveal the face of a middle-aged white man.

After chanting incantations and casting spells such as 'Arcane Eye', 'Dispel Illusions', and 'Penetrating Sight', the magician once again examined the three people.

However, apart from the three people's abundant 'psychic energy' and the glow of their 'magical items', he didn't see anything else.
"As expected, you can't see it."

Fiona extended her right hand, opening it to her empty palm.

"The divine essence is right here, though it's only one-sixth of it."

"This, is it fair to say that it is worthy of being called a god?"

The magician examined it repeatedly for a long time, even touching and stroking Fiona's hand like a pervert, and finally had to admit: apart from the three people in front of him, no one else could see this so-called 'divinity' at all.

Of course, there is another possibility: that the three people in front of them have all been affected by 'mind magic'.

Regardless of how low the probability is, the mage just checked and there was no magical fluctuation in the brains of the three of them.

The reason Fiona and her two companions sought out this 'magician' was not only because he was also a level 5 member of the 'Veteran Guild,' but also because they wanted to hear his opinion.

This 'magician' is not only quite powerful, but also an expert in researching extraordinary powers: the ability to exchange is also biased towards support.

"A godhood has actually appeared!"

"It seems necessary to convene all Level 5 'veterans' for a discussion."

After muttering to himself, the middle-aged man in blue robes, codenamed 'The Magician,' looked at the three people in front of him.

"What's your opinion?"

"That's what we think too."

The three nodded in agreement. Although becoming a god sounded wonderful, they knew very well that it was by no means an easy thing: even with the help of the power of the plot characters, they had only barely managed to seal away Count Dracula.

For a task of this difficulty, the reward is only one-sixth of a godhood.

The difficulty of collecting all the complete divine essences is self-evident.

"godhead?!"

"Cool, doesn't this mean we can also raise the throne of gods?"

In the roundtable meeting room of the American Veterans Association, a young Black man remarked in a rap-like voice.

“Mr. Alexander, you are already worshipped as the ‘King of Rap’ – you don’t need a godhood.”

Agent Mike rolled his eyes at the young black man.

Yes, this is the same wealthy Black man he was in charge of investigating back then: the one who started everything.

Top Black billionaire, Chicago rap king, and a rising star.
"Just call me Alexander,"

The young Black man was like a simple, humorous ordinary person.

"If I were to truly elevate 'rap' to a divine throne, what divine magic should I bestow upon the priest? It's so hard to decide!"

This tycoon is now a veteran: he drank the extraordinary potion a long time ago, and later, when the United States was in turmoil, he decisively switched sides and stood on the side of the president; even the traditional camp needs a powerful 'old black man' as a signboard, which can be considered as spending a lot of money to buy a horse's bones.

After all, the number of Black people in the American army already exceeds the population ratio.

Later, because he wanted to uncover the secrets of the 'Nightmare Space', he, along with his cousin and bodyguard, were pulled into the mission space.

Even in the 'Nightmare Space,' this wealthy man who rose from humble beginnings to become incredibly successful, eventually reaching the level of a Level 5 member.

It's important to know that there are only about a dozen Level 5 members in the entire 'Nightmare Space', and these are the only dozen or so in the hall. Each of them has various unique skills. Although they are normally only C+ level, they have the ability and tools to unleash attacks that can injure even B-level extraordinary beings.

In the parlance of the island nation, it's somewhere between a strong tiger and a weak demon.

Now, someone has even brought back an A-grade item from the space—by comparison, that's a Dragon-grade item!
Upon hearing that a guild member had obtained an A-grade item, everyone naturally showed up!
"godhead,"

An old professor with a white beard trailing down his chest, wearing a monocle, and with long white hair combed back, who could play 'Gandalf' with just a wand, slowly spoke.

"In many legends, divinity is the core of a god's power."

"The vast majority of a god's power depends on the divine title. Legend has it that some mortals were even deified and became gods because they obtained a divine title."

Regardless of combat effectiveness, this old professor

He is an expert in the study of myths and legends, so he was chosen to give the presentations at the conference.

"Legend has it that divinity is also a necessary tool for gods to absorb and utilize the power of faith. Divinity can receive the prayers and requests of believers to the gods and process this information."

After speaking, the old professor made an analogy:

"You can think of the divine essence as the main server of the mental network,"

"Believers are like electronic products: under normal circumstances, ordinary people can't even 'turn on' them."

"But by using 'divinity,' gods can not only make use of these electronic devices that are not 'powered on,' but also endow these believers with various abilities."

In theory, anyone can generate 'psychic energy,' 'magic power,' or 'magical power'—this is the underlying rule of the supernatural world. However, this is only in theory. Only those who can independently refine supernatural energy or obtain energy through other means are considered supernatural. As for what this energy is called, that's another question.

If the myth is true, then 'divinity' can bypass the threshold of self-refinement and directly collect the energy hidden in ordinary people.

Then certain individuals within them, namely priests of the gods, are granted supernatural powers.

No arduous training or breakthroughs are needed. All that is required is devotion to the 'deity'!

Of course, the gods collected the energy of these ordinary people.
How much they secretly ate is another question altogether.

Wonderful~~
A group of seasoned Americans had their eyes light up.
This model of getting stronger by sitting back and collecting money is precisely the foundation of their nation!
"I want to remind everyone,"

The old professor was an expert in mythology and legends, and he had his own 'perfect' theory.

"While faith in a deity can lead to rapid advancement, a significant loss of followers can also severely diminish its power; moreover, if believers, in despair, curse the deity they worship, they can even cause the deity to fall."

This is similar to a company; being the boss is certainly great.

But if the workers below go on strike or even rebel, then the streetlights will have to be hung up.

"In contrast, there are those beings who are born as high-ranking deities: they don't care much about faith, such as the three noble children of the island nation."

Island nations are where supernatural powers first began to resurface, and most countries have studied their mythology: the most worshipped gods are Inari, Fukujin, Gakuen, and Enmusubi, while the Three Noble Ones have almost no followers, and the number of churches—that is, 'shrines'—is not even a fraction of the former.

But would anyone doubt the strength of the Three Noble Ones?

"Becoming stronger through self-reliance is certainly good, but—"

Fiona shook her head.
The allure of this—no, this one-sixth of a divine spark—was evident in the gazes of everyone present! Even if faith is toxic, it's not unavoidable. First, gain formidable strength by developing a large number of followers, and then seize various cultivation resources to become stronger—this might be a way to circumvent the flaws of 'faith in a deity'.

"And, to whom did this one-sixth of the 'divine essence' originally belong?"

The old professor continued to express his concerns, saying that if "XXX god awakens in my body" and all his efforts become a stepping stone for someone else's return, it would be a laughing stock.

"It's a pity I can't observe the divine essence, otherwise I would definitely study it carefully."

After saying that, the old professor sighed regretfully.

"Me too,"

The middle-aged white man next to him, codenamed 'The Magician', also looked regretful.

"Speaking of deities, I'm reminded of a news story from yesterday."

The young, wealthy Black man named Alexander spoke thoughtfully.

"Yesterday, it was reported that 20,000 bodies were found in a warehouse at the Colombian capital's airport—the government subsequently denied this claim, but we all know it."

This is definitely not just empty talk.

South America is notoriously chaotic.

Ultimately, it's too far from heaven and too close to America.

Moreover, Colombia is located on the coast of the Caribbean Sea, which has truly been a golden sea area for smuggling and slave trading since ancient times: even in the era without supernatural powers, it was a major area for smuggling and organ trafficking.

The current appalling situation is nothing compared to what's happening now.

The reason the wealthy Black man raised this issue was because he associated it with:

"Could it be some kind of sacrifice to an evil god?"

"Then we'll have to ask those guys from the 'Holy Church'!"

Although the two sides in America are engaged in civil war, the leaders are all 'concerned about their lives,' and although the fighting seems intense, the number of casualties among the superhumans is not high.

Now things are different. They have a clue about the 'divine essence'. As long as they complete the legendary quest of difficulty A, they can obtain the divine essence fragments: no matter who becomes a god in the end, it will be the day the 'Holy Church' collapses.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

new York,

The newly emerging 'Holy Church' has appeared openly before the public, replacing the former Yahweh Church.

"Father was very disappointed,"

Inside the largest 'Azure Cathedral', the blonde beauty sitting on the throne spoke softly.

"Father bestowed upon you the glory of the 'Star Clan' and granted you extraordinary power, but what have you done?"

Things are different now. Little Octopus is now second only to the emperor, above millions of others. Apart from her "father" who occasionally sends her a few messages, half of America belongs to her. Every move she makes, every word she utters, can influence the lives of millions, making her incredibly powerful.

"terribly sorry,"

Dr. Ramley bowed deeply, his apology resounding: "Anyone who didn't know better would think he was from an island nation."

no way,
If it's not their fault, how could it be the 'Saintess's' fault?
"This setback is only temporary; our forces outnumber theirs by two."

"But the factions are complex and mutually hinder each other."

Colonel Anderson—no, now it's Admiral Anderson—coldly took over the conversation.

Logically speaking, if the higher-ups of the superhumans don't fight desperately, the Holy Church's lower-level strength should be overwhelming: the Holy Church has a stable method of 'superhuman transformation', and the number of so-called 'baptists' has exceeded 100,000!

However,

Middle-level managers formed cliques, vying for power and profit, and fighting fiercely.

The lower class revels every day, relying on their extraordinary physical abilities, and their various activities are shocking, or rather, mind-blowing.

Not describing his own team as a "rabble" was already the greatest restraint Admiral Anderson could muster.

"It is said that 2 bodies were found in Colombia yesterday."

Admiral Anderson continued speaking with a cold expression.

“I suspect that ‘someone’ is secretly conducting a sacrificial ritual—regardless of whether it is related to the Holy Church, this is a ‘provocation’.”

Under the leadership of the little octopus 'Kshira', the Holy Church has strict rules regarding 'sacrifice'. You can't just offer sacrifices whenever you want: disturbing 'that one's' sleep will have unimaginable consequences if 'that one's' anger is provoked!
"Well, I'll keep them in check."

Old Edgar coughed; even he thought those guys had gone too far.

In the past, in order to expand, the "Holy Church" lavishly courted all kinds of emerging elites and celebrities, daring to make any promises and acknowledging any kind of "freedom".

The result is now a mess. Theoretically, they are clearly stronger than the "President's" side, and they have various celebrities and big names supporting them, as well as propaganda on their side. Yet, they have been beaten so badly.

A bunch of trash!
As everyone knows,
In the eyes of Dr. Ramley and General Anderson, old Edgar was also a 'useless' person.

Lamley was in charge of research and application, Admiral Anderson was in charge of commanding the army in battle, and Lloyd, the 'speaker,' was in charge of managing all the miscellaneous affairs. As a result, he dragged the team down, and if the 'saint' on the throne hadn't remained silent, both of them would have wanted to kill this useless teammate.

"My patience with you is almost completely worn out."

The blonde beauty on the throne raised her hand.

Three eerie green specks of light flew into the space between the three people's eyebrows.

? !
"This is--"

Dr. Ramley trembled with excitement.

"It's the 'Star Familiar' transformation method, with a failure rate as high as 97%."

The little octopus, leaning against the throne, calmly uttered a terrifying number.

"Only by passing the trials can one become Father's true kin!"

"Possessing a long lifespan, walking among the stars."

To ordinary 'civilization', it is practically: God.

The foundation of this 'Holy Church' is actually the application of 'Cursed Seals': from the lowest level of obtaining chakra, to the 'Baptized One' who can activate Cursed Seal One, and the 'Favored One' who can activate Cursed Seal Two, there are detailed divisions and relatively 'safe' ways of advancement.

But that's all; at most, he's a Chunin, which is equivalent to a Tiger-rank in Japan or a C-rank in America.

Even if one could obtain the 'gift' of access from someone, it still wouldn't be enough—at least compared to the veterans in the 'Nightmare Space' who are constantly getting stronger, the upper limit is too low.

Therefore, 'a certain being' bestowed upon the true 'immortal arts' cultivation method!
Sage Mode, capable of injuring the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, is a power that even the Otsutsuki clan is interested in.

Yu was not the kind of passive person who thought, "This power is too dangerous and should be erased." Instead, she was actively trying to master the power of immortal arts. However, since practicing immortal arts was too dangerous, she asked the "Holy Church" of America to provide her with some training experience.

After working on this flawed immortal technique called 'Curse Seal' for so long, it's time to bring out the real main course.

As for whether or not it will succeed, and when it will succeed, that's the 'Holy Church's' business. What does it have to do with a mere school principal?
(End of this chapter)