After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

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“It is not entirely impossible for you false gods who wield power more gently... to coexist with us.”

"In any case...you can indeed bring order to civilization...and the people do indeed yearn for abundance, for life and for healing."

"and......"

"If I'm not mistaken... among the false gods who have embarked on the path to godhood..."

"Perhaps... there's also a conflict over the right path."

Charles's words were soft and gentle, slowly resonating deep within the rich soul.

"The God of War has gone extremely far on the path to godhood... and it is even possible that he is about to reach the final end."

"Behind the steps to godhood... lies a scene that no one in the entire multiverse has ever known before."

“If He really takes that final step, the balance that was originally maintained among you false gods will be completely overturned.”

There was a hint of seduction in that calm voice.

"You...you've probably thought about this too, haven't you?"

"If that time truly comes... then given the authority and style of the God of War..."

"He has already become a true god..."

"Will he still allow... you false gods who have the potential to threaten his position to exist?"

.....

Charles's words were simple and sincere.

As he listened to Charles's words, a thoughtful look appeared in Abundance's eyes.

What the wizard said did have some merit and was not entirely alarmist.

The fear and wariness towards the God of War has always existed in the hearts of the people of Fengrao, and even in the hearts of every false god...

In addition, there was that inexplicable feeling of closeness, dependence, and longing for Charles that arose deep within his soul...

Without realizing it, Fengrao reached out his hand, wanting to accept the invitation for alliance and cooperation...

And then... I just leaned against that figure, enjoying that readily available warmth and affection.

next moment--

boom--

Another sound of divine consciousness shattering rang out.

Her once beautiful face turned snow-white in an instant.

Her slender hands gripped the bronze table tightly, her joints showing no trace of blood.

With immense willpower to embark on the path to godhood, Fengrao forcefully suppressed the admiration and reverence within her heart.

"War does indeed pose a certain threat..."

"However, He has not yet taken that final step... It is not too late to stop him before he ascends to the next level."

"Moreover, compared to a war where the enemy's weaknesses are well-known..."

Feng Rao stared intently at the figure on the throne with her beautiful eyes.

She made a tremendous effort to make her voice cold and emotionless.

“You…are far superior to Him…”

"It makes me even more afraid."

Abundance, in the end, is the true embodiment of divinity.

Even in this dazed state of consciousness, relying on the last vestiges of divinity, she perceived the sugar-coated bullets offered by the other party.

This caused Leviathan, who possessed a status similar to a false god, to perish and never be resurrected.

They defeated Him in the very domain of "war"...

And now, at this very moment, it is using methods that I cannot understand or guard against at all, making it completely irresistible to me.

And the one who accomplished all of this... was merely a wizard who wasn't even an immortal being...

An ordinary human being.

The threat from the other side... is far greater than the war that has yet to achieve true godhood!

Do not......

In his abundant heart, there was even a vague premonition.

Even if war truly completes the path to godhood, achieving the unique omnipresence and omnipotence of all realms...

Perhaps, it's not even as good as the other person...

Although it was just a vague premonition and warning... as an embodiment of divinity, that premonition was often directly linked to the river of fate.

If this wizard were not restricted...

So perhaps soon... whether it's a false god or a true god, or even the path to godhood...

All of them will cease to exist.

......

boom--

The gray mist that shrouded the bronze palace suddenly began to boil.

A pale golden divine power, brimming with boundless vitality, surged forth, washing away and stirring the hazy gray mist.

A myriad of flowers bloom simultaneously, accompanied by the sound of flowing springs, the fragrance of ripening wheat, and the extraordinary phenomenon of countless living things emerging...

Under the onslaught of this immense divine power, the gray mist began to gradually thin.

The bountiful did not make a move against the Charles.

To harm, or even eliminate, the other party...

Before such a thought could even take root in one's mind, it was immediately overwhelmed by endless feelings of guilt and remorse.

Abundance knows...

She simply couldn't, and didn't have the ability, to attack the kind and respectable wizard on the throne, whom she admired and loved so much.

Therefore, from beginning to end, all she wanted to do was break through the other party's blockade and send a message to the other gods.

As long as the other false gods discover the anomaly in the astral plane... then there is still a chance.

An opportunity to nip future catastrophes and hidden dangers in the bud.

however--

next moment.

Followed by.

The immense, surging divine power suddenly stopped in an instant.

Then, they were all eliminated.

......

"Truly worthy of being the embodiment of abundance, one of the oldest deities..."

"Or perhaps I'm just not naturally gifted at conning people, and can't compete with those shrewd merchants like Claude and Augudia..."

"So... there's no room for negotiation?"

The words that rang out carried a hint of regret.

The wizard on the Arcane Throne stretched out his hand, and thousands of brilliant golden lights gathered in his palm.

The source of the light is a small, plump, and graceful human figure wearing a crown woven from laurel leaves, surrounded by spring water and ears of wheat.

The statue was exceptionally vivid and lifelike... as if it were a miniature version of the goddess of abundance.

At the center of that translucent sculpture was a crystal-clear gem.

An incomparably dazzling and radiant golden divine light shone from the crystal, illuminating the dim bronze palace.

Around the crystal, countless tiny, delicate silver threads come into contact with it, carefully modifying and adjusting it.

.......

Looking at the source of the light in Charles's hand—

Within her rich inner world, ever since she embarked on the path to godhood...

For the first time, feelings of fear and dread arose.

That human figure... is the embodiment of the abundant god.

And the crystal within her incarnation... is her divine core.

Or perhaps it is the heart of God.

Only now did Fengrao recall Charles's very first words.