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In general...

The source of their power is the concept of killing.

There is only one reason that prompted them to make this change.

That is so that one may possess the power to rival the supreme god!

At least, it means having the ability to protect oneself when facing that legendary being.

And Blue Star.

This unremarkable low-latitude planet became the best breakthrough point in the eyes of all the gods.

This is a celestial body to which even the supreme god personally sent a clone.

It must contain hidden mysteries that they have yet to discover, mysteries that could change the entire subspace landscape.

and so.

The gods began to value Earth and humanity more than ever before.

The obvious result is a further distortion of the form of human civilization.

Believers do so in order to please their respective gods.

In order to receive more blessings from the gods, they began to twist their spirit and flesh even more wildly.

Desire is an abyss that can never be filled.

When the gods begin to be generous, humanity responds with a hundredfold madness.

……

Beyond the City of Order lies the boundless wilderness, a vast grassland.

Fenrir was kneeling on the ground in devotion.

The name comes from a world-destroying wolf in Norse mythology from the old civilization era.

He once lived on the distant European continent.

Before the cataclysm, he was just an ordinary employee of a multinational corporation who happened to be sent to Asia on a business trip.

Then, the end of the world came without warning.

The gods cast their gaze, and the power of higher dimensions permeated reality, distorting and driving the entire world into madness.

In the very beginning, even the basic laws of physics were extremely unstable.

The entire planet is like a poorly made game riddled with bugs, filled with bizarre and outlandish phenomena.

later.

As the gods' followers and believers gradually established their own churches, the rules gradually shifted from utter madness and disorder to a distorted order.

Among them, the followers of the God of Order and the followers of the God of All Machines made outstanding contributions in this regard.

At this moment, Fenrir no longer had any human form whatsoever.

His body was covered with thick, gray-black mane, he was on all fours, and his back was arched high, like a giant wolf ready to pounce.

However, compared to the mutated wolf packs commonly found on the grasslands...

He appeared more imposing and agile, even radiating a faint divine quality.

These were all gifts bestowed upon him by the wolf god he believed in.

Fenrir pressed his forehead tightly to the earth, and in a tone that was a mixture of animal growls and human language, he murmured devoutly to himself:

"My lord... I understand completely now."

"I will find him and use the divine weapon you gave me to kill him!"

His posture of prostrating himself was extremely humble.

In front of him was a rough stone statue.

The sculpture was made in a very simple style, and it could only be vaguely made out to be the shape of a wolf.

But when Fenrir gazed at it, what was reflected in his pupils was a vast and boundless sea of ​​stars.

Countless twinkling stars outlined the silhouette of a giant wolf that stood tall and imposing in that deep darkness.

That was the god he worshipped—the wolf god.

In reality, the Wolf God is not considered a well-known deity in the Warp.

Compared to the main gods who hold core authority, such as the goddess of life and the god of order, He is not even worth mentioning.

But not long ago.

The goddess of wisdom, one of the chief gods, found the wolf god and made a deal with him.

Although lower-ranking gods are weaker, they also have unique advantages.

That is, they are more likely to break through the limitations of dimensional barriers and project the power of higher dimensions into lower-dimensional worlds, and the backlash and restrictions they suffer will be much smaller.

Fenrir lowered his head humbly, and his furry wolf ears suddenly twitched.

He heard a divine oracle from the Warp.

The fervor in his eyes reached its peak in an instant!

"My Lord! Thank you for your blessings!"

The next moment, a strange change occurred.

Fenrir's completely mutated werewolf body began to shrink and change at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The thick mane disappeared, the strong limbs returned to human hands and feet, and the towering back regained its upright posture.

In just a few breaths, the ferocious giant wolf vanished.

Instead, a tall, blond, blue-eyed white man appeared.

He looked like a typical European, with an average appearance, and would hardly be noticed in a crowd of foreigners.

He slowly raised his hands, looked at the skin that had returned to human form, and then clenched them into fists.

"laugh!"

Three sharp claws, gleaming with a cold metallic light, suddenly shot out from between his finger bones!

Fenrir felt the powerful energy surging within him, and an expression of extreme comfort appeared on his face.

He bowed deeply to the stone statue once again.

After sincerely thanking our Lord for His blessing, I carefully put away the brick-like statue and turned to leave.

He was very excited and thrilled.

Because he received a supreme mission from the Wolf God.

He wanted to find a chosen one.

The image of that person had been directly imprinted into the depths of his soul by the Wolf God, crystal clear.

Find him, and then...

Use the divine weapon bestowed upon him by the wolf god to kill him!

This task thrilled Fenrir.

He is willing to do anything to help our Lord.

However, that so-called divine artifact...

It was a feather.

A feather that, just by looking at it, makes the wrinkles in your brain feel smoothed out and flattened.

It was now quietly embedded in Fenrir's brain, becoming one with his flesh and blood.

He only has one chance.

Once that artifact is summoned, it will lead to a disaster that humanity cannot predict or control.

But Fenrir felt no fear whatsoever; his heart was filled only with boundless fervor.

Poor Fenrir had no idea.

The wolf god he so fervently worshipped was now in the warp, humbly bowing his head before a far greater being.

The goddess who holds the power of wisdom and strategy.

It gracefully emerged from its towering wings.

Pluck one shimmering feather after another.

She distributed these feathers to many gods who were weak like the wolf god but longed to ascend to higher dimensions.

She wants to use the hands of other believers of the gods.

Go and test that mysterious supreme being.

Although it was just a seemingly weak and vulnerable clone of Him that descended into a lower-dimensional world.

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On the other side, in the wasteland.

The newly resurrected throne, having just converted, is now experiencing a seemingly entirely different power within its body.

How so?

The gift that the goddess of life once bestowed upon him.

It's like a double-edged sword; it can be enjoyable to use, but it can also hurt you at any time.

But now.

The oppressive feeling of being constantly watched is gone.

There was also no longer the ever-present cost of using power.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of ease and...

Weak.