"Humans are divided into many different races because of their appearance, skin color, or customs, and so do the gods. Gods can be divided according to factions, priesthoods, or belief species, such as the good faction, the elven gods, and so on. But the most fundamental difference is the form of birth. ”

"Some gods were born from the original rules of the multiverse and were the spokesmen of the rules, such as elemental gods, and some gods were born from social habits and were the embodiment of the thoughts of intelligent beings. ”

"The former are like dragons, they are naturally strong and do not need any faith. Although there are creatures on the main physical plane who worship them and worship them, such gods don't really care and rarely respond. However, when they are in a good mood, they may respond to the prayers of mortals, offering some useful help, benefits, or just mischievous teasing. ”

And the latter is like a high king in the kingdom. They can customize tax rates, command armies, and drive entire kingdoms of their own will. However, they also need to establish an effective response mechanism, which needs to take a portion of the tax paid by the people to give back, and they need to increase the population of the kingdom, which is a top priority. Because whether the king is strong or not depends on the strength of the country......"

“...... Dragons can of course be killed, as can kings and kingdoms. If you were to ask me which of the two is easier to eliminate, then I have to tell you that this question is not a one-size-fits-all question. A powerful primeval dragon can not only burn several kingdoms under its flames, but can even turn entire planes upside down, and a powerful nation can gather armies to slay dragons. ”

"But if you ask me if I have to pick one of them and make an enemy of them, then I have to choose the latter. No way, I am a man of letters, words and words alone obviously cannot kill a dragon, but they can shake a country. And even if you kill such gods, it's hard to completely erase them from the multiverse. Hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years later, they will be reborn again in the rules. Of course, you can also choose to start from the ground and directly shake the rules of the multiverse, but that may take hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of years of hard work. ”

"It's much easier to erase the latter, if there is no war in the main material world, then the god of war will never exist, and those neighboring village fights or small-scale border conflicts cannot support the existence of a god. In the same way, if one day another popular entertainment is invented to take the place of opera, then the god of poetry and drama will disappear altogether. ”

"But if the rulers all decree the abolition of all festivals and celebrations, will the goddess of festivals and celebrations also fall? The answer is no......!

—Excerpt from 'Stave Swieb's "The Gods of Dissection"

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The noise outside disturbed Zakir's prayers, and listening to the conversation, the bandaged weirdo next door seemed to be leaving, which was good news for Zakir.

That weirdo is always looking for something to talk to, trying to find a way to talk. Although he claims to be a human as well, Zakir simply doesn't believe it.

Because the dress of the weirdo next door always reminds Zakir of the contract demon he has seen before. The contract demons would hang various contract books on the horns that grew from their bodies, and the strange man tied the contracts to his body.

What's more, he had already been deceived quite badly once, and he didn't want to suffer a second time. None of the creatures in Hell could believe it, even if that guy was really human.

Except for eating—if the disgusting thing the devil sends is also called food—and a short break, Zakir spent the rest of the day praying. He wanted to communicate with his God and listen to His teachings. But alas, what is easy to do on a daily basis cannot be done in this prison, and he can't use even a trace of magic here.

The prison seemed to isolate him from his gods, and without the supreme power that God had given him, Zakir knew that he was just an ordinary down-and-out nobleman.

"No, I have to get out of here alive!" he said to himself silently in his heart.

If he could, Zakir would have planted a curse on a city full of lies and deceit, allowing plague and disease to spread through the city, and causing the strange devils to die in a wail of pain.

But alas, not only him, but even the supreme god in his heart, could not do this at all.

The god that Zakir believed in was called 'Koss', a god of curses. 'Koss' had only been born for a short time, and was as weak as a baby right now. Although the god may have been a teenager in terms of human time, in the world of the gods, such a short period of time represented the newborn cursed god, and even the umbilical cord on his stomach had not been cut.

Although he is still very weak, Zakir knows that the god he believes in is likely to become a very powerful god in the future. Because the priesthood also contains plagues and diseases, it is difficult to truly erase it, once it grows.

However, the growth of the gods requires a lot of food, and that food is naturally faith.

As the 'first believer' of the gods, Zakir knew why he had been chosen by the newborn god. Because since he was sensible, he has been cursing all the time.

Zakir's family was quite good when he was a child, with the glory of his ancestors, his family has been a baron for generations, and little by little he has saved quite a solid family property. Although it is not as good as those high-class nobles who hold banquets day and night, or the wealthy businessmen who spend a lot of money, it is still quite a problem to support a dozen servants with these family properties.

However, Zakir's father was not satisfied with this situation, and he was determined to carry on his family's development, so he partnered with a distant relative who lived in the same city.

The business was good at first, and Zakir's father increased the value of his grandfather's fortune by about half in just a few years, but what happened next was like a nightmare.

The distant relative kept lobbying Zakir's father to invest more, although at first his father was very cautious and did not listen, but later after seeing that the business was getting better and better, his father also came up with the idea of continuing to grow bigger. After thinking about it a lot, he gritted his teeth and threw all his net worth into it.

Then, his father was deceived. The distant relative swept away all his possessions and fled, without a trace. Zakir's father also fell seriously ill and died after half a month in bed, leaving only him and his mother to rely on each other as a child.

So every night before going to bed, Zakir would silently recite the name of the distant relative and curse the other person in any way he could think of it. From crystal balls to sorcery dolls, from cursed lead plates to drawing circles on the ground, he tried many times.

Zakir even tried to hire assassins to kill them directly, but unfortunately the problem of money could not be solved, so he had to give up this very extravagant method.

He continued this habit for thirty-five years, until the newborn god of the damned, 'Koss', answered his prayer. God whispered in his ear and gave him power. Strong enough to find and end the power of his distant relative......

God said to him, "Go and spread my glory so that more people will believe in me and worship me." ”

As a result, the devout Zakir did his best to develop believers. Unfortunately, the dull world is rarely interested in the name of the cursed god, and the power of the new gods does not allow them to bestow that powerful power on many believers.

His God now needs to take, to ask for a very devout faith like his, not for one selfless gift after another. So Zakir's evangelistic path was quite bumpy at the moment, and in three years he had only developed fourteen believers, including himself.

God was apparently dissatisfied with this efficiency, and then God said to him, "Go to hell, to the city of Dis, and seek my existence." I will engrave my emblem on your face, so that you will be able to receive my power better and manifest more glorious miracles to the world. ”

Subsequently, Zakir inquired through various channels such as the black market, and it took a year and a half to finally find a way to hell and scrape together enough money.

Unfortunately, at the moment his pilgrimage is stuck and he doesn't know how to proceed.

"Alas, I don't know what happened to that boy 'Milu', and I hope that he can survive this difficult ordeal with his faith in God. Zakir thought about the young man who was with him. The guy was locked up in a different cell.

The young man named 'Milu' was also one of the Fourteen Believers, and this young man was not only religious, but also possessed quite good martial arts, and more importantly, he was very obedient and quite convincing to Zakir, so our 'First Believers' liked to take him with him.

What was supposed to be a glorious pilgrimage turned into a prison sentence, and the three damned devils were to blame!!, Zakir thought angrily. He memorized the names of all three devils and was eager to perform the most vicious curse on them. But there were no crystal balls, no witchcraft dolls, and no cursed lead plates.

However, there are other ways for Zakir.

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