After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

At the same time, he also possesses the divine power of the faith that believers have held for him over the past few centuries, and recently even budded the concepts of "corpse" and "living dead"... Meanwhile, he essentially represents people who crave power and status—in a sense, after truly becoming a god through his own efforts, he is a powerful new deity who can possess multiple faiths simultaneously.

But his physical body will be his greatest weakness. My child, please answer me one question: Why would the physical body be the greatest weakness of a newly born deity?

Lalumia's question left Yang Hao silent for a long time. Then, the man said thoughtfully:

Is it because powerful conceptual gods do not have a physical body?

Snapped!

Lalumia snapped his fingers, smiled, and nodded, saying, "You guessed right."

Constantine, as a newly born god, as a usurper, and as a mortal, possesses a body that is now his greatest weakness and one of the targets of the future United Nations.

Although Constantine may have stored his body in the Kingdom of Light or in some extremely secret place within the Roman Empire, it is certain that as long as Yang Hao and his group can find Constantine's body, then Constantine's demise will be a matter of moments.

"As long as we cause harm to his body, that harm will manifest in Constantine's current divine body—as long as we completely destroy Constantine's physical body, Constantine will also die completely as a result."

In a sense, finding Constantine's body is the best shortcut to victory—but just as every child hides their most precious possessions in their secret hideout, Constantine's protection of his body is extreme... even I don't know where it is! So, while this is simpler than directly killing a god, it's still a long and arduous task.

Although it was known that Constantine's body was his weakness, frankly speaking, it's like knowing that every human's anus is also a weakness. Knowing your weakness is one thing, but being able to exploit it in battle is another.

Even so, Yang Hao was still grateful for Lalumia's reminder—after all, if Lalumia hadn't reminded him, he might still be foolishly trying to directly confront the God of Light...

However, this adds even more pressure... Finding a divine body is no easy task. Setting a goal is easy, but actually doing it is incredibly difficult...

How many people dream of earning 50,000 yuan a month after graduating from university? How many of them can actually achieve that?

Not to mention the various difficulties along the way to achieve the goal... and moreover, Yang Hao's goal is not limited to him now.

Bearing a variety of pressures, Yang Hao felt his head starting to spin again.

He'd been so incredibly busy with work lately... He felt he needed to take a break and spend some quality time with Anna, having fun together...

Otherwise, his body would really collapse—just as Yang Hao was thinking this in a daze, he unknowingly felt a pair of hands gently encircling his shoulders.

Looking up, he saw Lalumia sneaking over. As always, she looked at everyone and everything in front of her with loving eyes, but this time, her loving gaze towards Yang Hao was mixed with a hint of encouragement and affection.

"Take your time, child," Lady Guangming said gently, patting Yang Hao's back as she comforted him. "Although time is of the essence, that's no excuse for you to squander your life. I don't want Teresa to be a widow for the next few hundred years, nor do I want to see one life after another die from overwork. Get some rest, understand?"

"...But I can't rest...More importantly, what is Theresa...?"

"It means exactly what it says. She is already my saintess, and the power of faith flows into me through her—she will be gradually transformed by divine power, and eventually become an existence that will not age or get sick for hundreds of years... But if you continue to destroy your body like this, then at that time, neither elven magic nor divine magic can save you, understand?"

Lady Lalumia gently patted Yang Hao's back, slowly pulling him into her arms, and finally added:

"If you really collapse from overwork, Teresa will be heartbroken."

"...But compared to me, there are many more people who need your concern. This world doesn't need children who have to do hard labor at a young age and end up working themselves to death. Why don't you care about them, but instead care about me?"

"After all, I don't have the capacity to care about everyone right now—besides, as long as you can live and continue your work, then one day, those children won't have to leave home to work at such a young age, right?"

"...In other words, Lalumia, you hope to use me to make this world a brighter place?"

As he was gradually pulled into an embrace, his vision began to dim, but this time Yang Hao had room to catch his breath.

He gradually lost control of his eyelids in the warm, hazy feeling. He felt incredibly tired, as if all the work pressure of the past few months had weighed on him today. He wanted to sleep, to fall asleep in this warmth and softness. But he still had to force himself to stay awake; he needed to figure out why Lalumia was helping him so much before he could finally sleep peacefully.

Faced with Yang Hao's stubbornness, Lord Lalumia simply smiled and nodded:

"If you wish and feel at ease this way, then you can certainly think of it that way—after all, there are examples in this world where lies are used to fill the world with light... After all, not every child can accept the reality of their father dying on the battlefield, so aren't the letters sent from afar the best proof that children can grow up with hope?"

"But this is just a lie... What if it gets exposed in the end? Do we just have to keep going with another lie?"

"Lies will always be exposed eventually, but at least we can prevent a vulnerable child from dying on the road to adulthood, and instead give him the opportunity to understand the weight of responsibility and eventually grow into an adult. Or, after seeing reality clearly, let him still embrace hope and continue on his journey. Isn't that right?"

[Guangming] gently stroked the back of Yang Hao's head and said, "Go to sleep. If you get some sleep, at least your current fatigue will be swept away."

"You can call me Mom if you want."

"..."

Yang Hao finally couldn't bear his increasingly heavy eyelids any longer.

He let his eyelids fall, plunging the world into darkness.

He chose to believe Lalumia's "lie"... He felt that perhaps Lalumia really wanted to make the world a better place through his own efforts, which was why she was willing to be so kind to him?

Not everyone in this world can be like Teresa... With that thought in mind, he fell asleep.

His even breathing came softly from his mouth and nose. Lalumia held him gently in her arms, as if she were coaxing a child to sleep. Even though Yang Hao was fast asleep, she did not leave.

She just kept patting and patting, patting the exhausted man's back until the last muscle in his body was completely relaxed. Then, this benevolent deity used her power to gently move him to the bed and cover him with a blanket.

After confirming several times that the divine spell she had just cast had completely taken effect, Lalumia chuckled:

"While it's not quite to the point of feeling wronged, at least this should eliminate the fatigue that has accumulated over the past few months."

Lalumia sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Yang Hao's eyelashes as she sighed:

"And... how could I not care about those children? But... as I said, little Yang Hao... if God were truly omnipotent, would this world still be invaded by demons like this?"

God is just a child who is more powerful than humans... nothing more. So you bear a lot of pressure and scrutiny... If I could, I would actually like you to give up these heavy burdens and just be an ordinary, unremarkable human being.

...But that's impossible. So...keep trying, kid. Sweet dreams. This is the only thing I can give you...

Lalumia kissed Yang Hao's forehead, playfully made a "shh" gesture towards the invisible magic in the void, and then left the room with her two books.

Yang Hao slept soundly that night.

He dreamt of his sworn brother, his sister-in-law, Anna who was growing up normally and healthily, the Roman Empire that could have thrived under their leadership, Cecilia who was no longer sulking, and Priscilla who chose to venture out of the mage tower more often.

But in the end, he abandoned all these beautiful dreams and went straight to the dilapidated little village and the arrogant and annoying little nun.

He knew it was a beautiful dream, but even so...

He also hoped to spend this beautiful dream with Theresa.

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Chapter 1: Changes in the United Nations and Mother Light... -8K

Late April of Imperial Year 006.

When Baron, the farmer from Bayern, left his house on the afternoon of his day off and finally arrived at his usual tavern, "The Burning Box," he was greeting familiar friends while watching with pity as two women dragged him out of the bar by the ears.

Watching them leave, Baron sighed, "Luckily, my wife is an open-minded person," and decided to drink his friend's drink as well—after all, the other person had just been hurriedly dragged away, so the drink that was originally on the table should still be there, right?

Unfortunately, the wine is still there, but it no longer belongs to Baron.

When Baron entered the tavern, he could only watch regretfully as the two large glasses of beer from Gaparia were carried away by a young and beautiful elf girl. Although she might be several times older than his entire family combined, Baron could only say that youth and beauty were simply beauty.

So he simply shrugged, placed a few copper coins on the table, and then called out to the bartender to bring over a refreshing beer.

"Hey, isn't this Baron? What, you actually have time to drink today?"

A shifty-eyed man in a guard's uniform approached. His name was Morin, an old acquaintance of Baron's—back when they were still fighting demons underground, Baron was a grower in the underground mushroom garden, while Morin was a guard at the city gate. They were close friends who constantly bickered with each other, and naturally, they were also drinking buddies at the table.

Faced with Morin's teasing, Baron simply shrugged to indicate that his wife was in a good mood, then shifted his position to make room for her. Morin squeezed in, and before Baron could grumble, he also slapped out a few coins, ordering the busy bartender to bring him a full-bodied beer.

The two glared at each other, and finally, they both turned their attention to the two large, white... well, beer glasses that the bartender had brought over.

"Two beers~ Enjoy! By the way, if any of your wives are against you drinking and might come to arrest you, I must remind you that we do not offer insurance."

The elf bartender blinked, placed the beer in front of the two guests, and then turned and left. The elf, who looked petite but was actually much larger than the two adult humans,

The two Bayer Zansmen stared at the outline of the thighs faintly visible beneath the woman's long skirt. After a moment, they both sighed in unison, saying, "Only young people think of doing good deeds," before downing their first sips of wine together.

For Barron, life has been getting better and better ever since Bayer Zans rose to the ground.

During his time underground, his main job at the mushroom farm was burying the bodies of his own people.

The mushroom gardens at that time were no longer able to grow on their own due to the extreme scarcity of magic. They needed nutrients to grow new mushrooms, and coincidentally, for the Bayern people at that time, the best fertilizer that could provide nutrients was the corpses of their dead.

One after another, emaciated or mangled corpses were transported to the mushroom plantation.

The emaciated corpses were so small that they might break even if you tried to hold them in your hands. Sometimes, the dismembered bodies were even brought over in buckets.

Under those circumstances, Baron carefully dug through the clay not covered by mycelium with tools that resembled stone tools, and then slowly placed the corpses into the ground through a small hole, letting them become nutrients for the mushrooms.

This kind of cultivation, built on countless sacrifices and suffering, is the kind of cultivation that Barron has come to know over the past few years—at that time, he simply could not imagine how easy and pleasant farming on the ground was, let alone what those wheat and barley ate to mature.

He only vaguely understood one principle: if one side is to grow, the other side must make sacrifices.

During the underground period, Bayer Zans sacrificed the remains of his own dead.

On the surface, however, such sacrifices vanish without a trace.

"To be honest... I'm still a bit confused, and I wonder if I'm having a daydream like the ones I would have before being eaten by demons... just like those children who were on the verge of death back then."

Barron took a swig of beer, then popped some crispy fried beans from the plate into his mouth.

Although they have been eating bread and beans for quite some time now, and have consumed a lot of meat and vegetables that are only found on the ground, all of this wonderfulness still leaves many Bayer Gems employees feeling confused.

They need some time to adjust. Many Bayer Gems even use elevators to return to the bottomless depths of the Devil's Mine to excavate, because only underground can they find a semblance of reality.

Barron hasn't reached that point yet—but frankly, he finds it strange too.

Even though the bread and beans in his mouth tasted so real, Barron still didn't feel a sense of reality about living in this world...