PFC Chapter 356 - 329: Creating a God [2]
Chapter 356 - 329: Creating a God [2]
Hu Qi gazed at the majestic, four-meter-tall Divine Statue.
The longer one looked at it, the more one would realize that it lacked any sense of the sacred, instead exuding a sinister and cold aura.
But this was to be expected.
For the Divine Statue itself had been molded and shaped from countless Dream Eyes.
What he needed to do now was gather Power of Faith for it and condense a Foundation of Faith.
He had to test whether his idea would succeed.
As for a source of believers, that wasn’t a major problem for Hu Qi.
The Bloody Apartment housed a batch of readily available, potential believers.
...
Bloody Apartment.
In the massive lobby of the First Layer.
It was currently packed with people, several hundred in all.
These were all residents of the First, Second, and Third Layers.
As for the resident "actors" from the higher layers, they had been summoned by the Blood Word Script to complete an urgent, temporary mission.
Nothing like this had ever happened before.
As time went on, a sense of foreboding crept over the crowd.
With solemn expressions, they gathered and discussed their theories with one another.
Just then, the entire Bloody Apartment began to shake violently.
The violent tremor sent everyone tumbling.
Before they could even react, the scene before their eyes blurred.
The Bloody Apartment had vanished without a trace.
They found themselves on a vast White Jade Plaza.
Then, a line of golden text materialized in midair.
The mortal world is defiled; a True God has descended. His radiance breaks the night like day, dispelling all evil.
Task Issued:
Worship and praise the Sun God with a sincere heart each day: His solar radiance is eternal light. Worship, and hope shall never cease. Worship, and you shall be shielded from calamity. Worship, and the lost shall find guidance. His followers shall journey to the Divine Country together, to bask in His eternal grace...
The lines of text appeared one after another.
Seeing this, the crowd’s expressions flickered with uncertainty.
Before they could do anything, the ground began to shake again.
To the astonishment of the crowd, a colossal gray stone statue erupted from the ground at the far end of the plaza.
The statue was a staggering one hundred meters tall.
It depicted a man in full armor, with a longbow on his back, a sharp sword at his waist, and a broadsword in his hand.
Seeing this, a scar-faced Young Man at the front of the crowd recalled the golden text that had just appeared in the sky.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he dropped to his knees, pressed his palms together, and began to pray with a pious expression.
"O great Sun God, You are the resplendent sovereign of the heavens, the eternal wellspring of life and hope, the one and only glimmer of dawn in the endless dark! Your most devout believer praises You here..."
Seeing this, the others around him cursed inwardly but reacted instantly. In a great scramble, they all dropped to their knees, each person racking their brain for words of praise to begin their own prayers.
As "actors" in the script, improvisation was their most fundamental skill.
Those who were slow to react had already been eliminated by the Blood Word Script, long dead in one of its missions.
...
While the crowd, filled with reverence and piety, prostrated themselves in worship, in another, blood-red space...
...a Divine Statue stood silently.
It was identical in appearance to the magnificent, colossal Divine Statue being worshipped by the crowd outside, only much smaller—just four meters high.
Within it, a silver-white, ethereal figure was faintly visible, sitting cross-legged in a deep, formless void, radiating an illusory aura.
Suddenly, translucent golden threads, as if drawn by some invisible force, began to snake in from all directions. Like lively golden streams, they slowly flowed into the silver-white figure’s body.
As these golden threads, the very symbol of the Power of Faith, continued to merge with him, his once illusory, silver-white form gradually took on a hazy, elegant golden sheen, as if gently caressed by the morning sun.
’It really works!’
Hu Qi thought to himself.
He focused his mind and carefully examined the threads of the Power of Faith.
He couldn’t detect a single trace of impurity or stray thought; it was all perfectly pure and concentrated.
Normally, this would be absolutely impossible.
Separating the stray thoughts of the masses from the Power of Faith was considered nearly impossible.
But the Divine Statue forged from Dream Eyes had actually managed to do it.
Soon, he had absorbed all three hundred-plus threads of faith.
His form had become much more solid than before.
’Three hundred and thirty-six threads... a pity. They’re all from Basic Level Believers. Only one has reached the level of an Intermediate Believer.’
Hu Qi murmured to himself.
According to the information he had gotten from Xuanqing, Divine Faithful were also divided into different classifications.
Based on the devoutness of their faith, they were divided into four Levels: Basic Level Believer, Intermediate Believer, High-Level Believer, and Fanatic.
The concentration of the threads of faith provided by each Level of believer was different. Take an Intermediate Believer and a Basic Level Believer, for example.
The former provided ten times more than the latter.
Still, this outcome was to be expected.
These people were only worshipping the Divine Statue out of fear of the Blood Word Script, treating it as just another mission to complete. For these "actors," they might be lacking in other areas, but when it came to survival instincts and acting ability, they were leagues ahead of any pretty-boy celebrity.
Still, getting one Intermediate Believer out of it was a pretty good result.
At this thought, his gaze fell upon the single thread of faith that was much thicker than the rest.
Soon, the image of a young man in a school uniform appeared in his mind’s eye.
Seeing this, Hu Qi was slightly surprised.
He recognized the person—it was the same young man from the Deceitful Bus.
’Interesting. I’ll observe him a while longer. If he’s suitable, he might be worth cultivating.’
Hu Qi’s expression shifted.
He then set the matter aside and focused on refining the threads of faith he had absorbed.
Soon, the threads vanished.
In their place, three strands of pure golden Divine Power—the power of a god—materialized within him.
It was analogous to the True Essence Power of a Secret Martial Artist.
Or the Power of Nightmare of a Dream Master.
However, condensing a Foundation of Faith required at least a hundred strands of Divine Power.
And one believer could only provide a single strand of the Power of Faith per day.
To get more, he would have to wait until the next day.
Or expand his number of believers.
But that wouldn’t be too difficult.
In this desperate world, filled with all manner of Dream Eyes and where ordinary people could see no future, spreading a faith was undoubtedly much easier.