Dude, my main account is Chaos God?

In this era, communicating with the divine has never been an easy task for humankind.

If it is an ordinary person who has never had a faith.

To receive divine favor, one must follow a strict procedure, including building an altar and preparing offerings.

Only by completing a whole set of complicated and dangerous sacrificial rituals can one have even the slightest chance of gaining the favor of the gods.

After becoming a believer, as one's level of faith increases, the methods of communicating with the divine can gradually be simplified.

I've heard about those ninth-level believers who stand at the top of the pyramid.

Some even claim that one can receive a direct response from the gods simply by praying sincerely in one's heart, but whether this is true or not is unknown.

But listen to what that kid Ye Ren said.

Is it really possible to believe in the mysterious father of gods he speaks of simply by praying in one's heart?

This completely overturned Lao Wei's understanding over the years, making him feel extremely incredulous.

"How about... we give it a try?"

Once the thought popped into his head, it was like a wildly growing vine, instantly wrapping around his heart.

Since dying sooner or later is inevitable, might as well go crazy one last time before you die.

Old Wei steeled himself, closed his eyes, and tried to pray silently.

He recalled the prayer and recited it silently in his heart over and over again.

They were extremely devout, because in this era, gods were beings that had to be feared and respected.

In the early stages of the cataclysm, he witnessed a man who had lost control of his emotions publicly insulting God in the street.

As a result, he was immediately punished by the gods, and his body melted into a pool of writhing, rotten flesh.

The soul was imprisoned within, becoming an unbearable being that would forever suffer endless torment and pain.

At the same time that Lao Wei was praying devoutly.

In another room, Ye Ren, who was sitting cross-legged, quietly opened his eyes.

A slight smile curved his lips.

"They've taken the bait."

The next second, his consciousness switched instantly.

……

Within the chaotic and distorted subspace.

That indescribable, unseeable supreme being.

He slowly opened his billions of eyes, symbolizing the birth and death of the infinite universe.

He clearly sensed that a faint prayer was coming from a fragile, low-dimensional plane.

The prayer, in the vast, silent subspace, was like a firefly in the night, small yet incredibly clear.

For an instant.

Countless high-dimensional deities of various forms, lurking deep within the subspace, were trembling in fear.

They were incredulous, even utterly horrified!

Surprisingly...

Intelligent beings from a lower dimension are actually praying to this supreme being?!

This is absolutely unprecedented!

This being exists.

He is the origin of all things, the ultimate concept.

His existence transcends time and space; lower-dimensional beings cannot even comprehend the concept of Him, so how could they possibly pray to Him?

But what terrified and stunned them even more was—

The Supreme God...

They actually answered that lowly microbe's prayer!

……

"Holy crap?!"

Old Wei, who was silently praying in bed, suddenly shuddered!

He shuddered and jumped out of bed instantly, his pupils contracting violently, almost shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Her pale lips trembled incessantly.

His face was deathly pale, as if he had seen some terrifying scene that could not be described in words.

It took him a while to recover from his extreme shock and disorientation.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

He was breathing heavily, his trembling hands clutching his head tightly.

The expression on his head was distorted by extreme shock, almost ferocious.

"They responded? They really responded?"

An uncontrollable growl came from deep within his throat, filled with endless trembling and ecstasy.

"I felt like I was being watched by the gods! There's no mistake! That's exactly how it felt!"

"I just... I just prayed in my heart... and it actually worked?!"

the other side.

Having switched to his larger form, Ye Ren was carefully channeling a sliver of his power into the real world through the connection of faith.

He sincerely lamented that the cosmic plane was far too fragile.

It is as fragile as a sand tray made of gravel.

One must be cautious and careful enough to prevent the world from collapsing instantly if even a little too much power is leaked out.

As that faint but extremely powerful divine power successfully descended.

Ye Ren quickly switched his attention back to the alternate account.

He opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"It's done!"

Because the first believer served as an anchor.

He successfully activated a sliver of his own power from his own body!

Although it was only a trace, it was powerful enough.

Because of the supreme status of the larger account, the smaller account was endowed with an extremely powerful ability from the start.

A power with enormous limitations, but equally incredible effects—

Words become law

"Finally, I've unlocked the skill."

Ye Ren felt both excited and regretful.

Excitingly, he finally managed to extract a sliver of power from his ridiculously large body.

They have acquired the capital to establish themselves in this world.

Unfortunately, the larger version is just too powerful.

Even the slightest leak of power must be severely restricted in this fragile world.

Otherwise, it will splatter and explode like oil being poured into boiling water.

Words become law.

This seemingly incredible ability can only be used for a mere sixty seconds each day.

The good news is that these sixty seconds can be used in installments.

The fact that it doesn't have to be used all at once gives him a lot of room to maneuver.

Of course, there are limits to how words can become law.

It can distort the intensity of reality, but there is a clear limit, which is closely related to the current world's capacity to withstand it.

For example, the power that Ye Ren can use at this moment.

He cannot simply reset the entire world to the era before the cataclysm with a single sentence.

But this is not absolute.

As long as he has enough followers and their faith is strong enough, he can establish a deeper and more solid connection with his main name.

This world will become stronger and more resilient as it continues to be nourished and protected by the great power.

When the entire world's status is elevated.

Naturally, one can then withstand higher-level, truly powerful pronouncements that become law.

At that time, it might not be impossible for a single sentence to reshape the world.

"Let's try it out first."

Ye Ren was eager to test this new ability.

He cleared his throat and spoke softly:

"I said, 'Let there be light.'"

He could clearly feel it the moment the words left his mouth.

The originally full sixty-second countdown was suddenly reduced by ten seconds.

At the same time, the night sky outside the window, which was originally as deep as ink, underwent a dramatic change.

dark night.

They just vanished so abruptly?!

There was no transition, no glimmer of dawn, no sunrise.

It's like someone pressed the fast forward button, or directly switched the scene.

One second it was a starry midnight, the next the whole world was enveloped in the bright and soft light of day.