I Am the God of Games Chapter 267 - God Sprout

Chapter 267 G.o.d Sprout

The change occurring to the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior was nothing special in appearance, but it was exceedingly obvious to the G.o.ds.

If one had to put their finger on it, it was just like having a plain mortal suddenly turning into a chosen Saint.

Still, the change occurring to the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior was complex since he was special in the first place.

Any other G.o.d would most likely have been confused by the change, but since Xi Wei had been observing the area through the Players, he vaguely understood what had happened.

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When the Players first arrived on the Western Continent, Xi Wei had the feeling that the land itself seemed to repel the divine. It is like a fog of war that made it hard even when he tried to spy through his Divine Eye.

At first, Xi Wei had theorized that the land had been cursed by some G.o.d, or some phenomenon in the War of G.o.d and Demons had led to this.

He finally realized that his theory was mistaken from what happened just now.

The power that pours into the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior was crude and unrefined, but he was positive that it was divine energy-a power that only the G.o.ds could use.

Reasonably speaking, the nonhuman natives had no G.o.ds since most of them engaged in ancestral wors.h.i.+p or even wors.h.i.+pped their own predecessors, aside from the few who wors.h.i.+pped Bellphon, G.o.d King of Beasts.

But as their population increased, ancestral wors.h.i.+ped slowly manifesting their belief into a divine being—just like the G.o.d of Games who existed before Xi Wei’s transmigration.

Be that as it may, the G.o.d manifesting from the ancestral wors.h.i.+p of the different nonhuman tribes would mean a discrepancy since there so many different ancestors in question that the belief couldn’t be unified. Moreover, the largest tribe of nonhumans were at best five or six hundred, meaning that there was no way a G.o.d in the genuine sense could come to exist.

There would be some who would interrupt here, a.s.serting that Xi Wei did not even have that many believers before he transmigrated. But wasn’t he a standard-issue deity now? That was incorrect because the manifestation of the G.o.d of Games did not depend on the handful of believers existing when he transmigrated.

Instead, it was the hundreds and thousands of loyal believers who wors.h.i.+pped the G.o.d of Games during the golden age of Tierra!

Be that as it may, the G.o.d of Games that manifested remained vulnerable and unstable, and so much so that it didn’t even have sufficient intelligence to help his own believers amidst the fall of Tierra. Xi Wei’s transmigration was merely an opportunity seized through his Authority to transmigrate.

And therein lies the question: could manifesting divinity be successful over time even if numbers were lacking? Could belief be enough to birth a G.o.d if all nonhuman tribes wors.h.i.+pped the same ancestor over almost a thousand years?

Sadly, it did not work that way. If belief could acc.u.mulate with time anyway, G.o.ds of belief would not fall in the absence of wors.h.i.+ppers.

Nonetheless, belief that acc.u.mulated over extended eras would still have certain effects, and the long history of the nonhumans managed to form an ent.i.ty similar to a budding G.o.d. It was just a chunk of energy that had no form, a mere condensation of divine energy that shrouds upon the corresponding tribe—those were not G.o.ds, and naturally not bound by the restraint of Rules so as to exist in the Prime Material Plane instead of being pulled into the divine realm.

It was precisely because the G.o.d sprouts were many that they mutually affected each other, eventually forming a bounded field that true G.o.ds would have a hard time sensing, firmly prying a chunk of the Western Continent from the eyes of the other G.o.ds.

Be that as it may, real G.o.ds of belief would fall to the threat of death once their believers vanished, let alone the G.o.d sprouts which didn’t even possess divinity.

That was why the G.o.d sprouts would instinctively retaliate against the enemy who caused the potential wipeout of their believers -in contrast, they wouldn’t care about their own believers as long as they didn’t all go extinct.

Even if the nonhumans were unaware of the existence of G.o.d sprouts, they would have a vague idea after living on the Vierlin Plains for almost a thousand years. Experience would allow them to theorize and categorize situations, hence developing rules for some of their tribes—as an example, the war between two tribes must stop at certain points, any hostility ceasing when the outcome was very much decided without a complete extinguis.h.i.+ng of the enemy’s race.

That was why even weak nonhuman tribes such as the Long Ears could survive from ancient times until now.

And at the moment, the Mountain Tigers were in the dire straits of potential extinction.

Naturally, their G.o.d sprout would activate its automated defense mechanism and infuse itself as pure divine energy unto the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior, elevating him into an existence comparable to the Saints of other faiths!

Finally getting to the bottom of things, Xi Wei stroked himself with his tentacle at a spot where his chin should be: Since the G.o.d sprouts created a bounded field in the Vierlin Plains where the nonhumans dwelled and the other true G.o.ds had a hard time seeing what happened there, wouldn’t he be unnoticed even if he overdid things a little?

That being said, Xi Wei didn’t actually make a direct move in the end.

There were still many Players there who wouldn’t be dying off anytime soon anyway. Moreover, other players were all leaving aside what they were doing after receiving the urgent quest a.s.signment and were headed in this direction, and would be reinforcing the current forces in half an hour.

It was not necessary for him to interfere directly for now. Observing and handling things according would work better in his favor.

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“Die, b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” The Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior bellowed.Having become a pseudo-Saint and leaping up to Level 55-an equal footing with the Revived Nightstalker, punching out at the Nightstalker even before it could wake up!

The ma.s.sive blood wings behind the Nightstalker immediately branched out, shaping a s.h.i.+eld and attempting to guard against the blow, only to be punched through by the fist which then landed directly on the Nightstalker’s face, sending him flying out of the ancestral hall!

Like a stone skipping over water, the Revived Nightstalker bounced a few times over the ground and only stopped when it crashed into a wooden hut.

His whole face was punched inside, his chin punched into a tilted, horrific angle.

But the Players weren’t optimistic, however. Only a tiny bit-a twentieth of the Nightstalker’s HP bar, in fact—was punched away.

And even as the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior gave chase and tried to press his attack, a rain of blood started to pour down from the skies.

At first, the Players all a.s.sumed that the rain would be poisonous or erosive, and prepared to counter in return-only to realize that nothing was happening.

However, it was the stagnating blood water on the ground that began to squirm, shaping into b.l.o.o.d.y creatures of abnormal forms that charged towards the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior and the Players!