When Grimvar realized everyone was looking, he grimaced. "What?"

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

Grimvar shrugged. "What did I mean? If you're going to hunt Cursed Monsters, then don't you think you have the obligation to make preparations? You know, for when... you just need to make preparations so we'll have a new chief in waiting!"

Galthor was stunned. This guy was already thinking about him creating an heir? He didn't know if he should laugh or get angry. In the end, he settled for indifference. "I can see the logic in your words, Grimvar, but I'm not planning to die."

'...I really, really, really love my life, you mothe... I just love my life, ok? I can walk, I can feel the air on my skin, I can fight! I can eat without assistance! I am also a god...'

Grimvar shrugged. "Alright then. But what are we going to do about Unchanging Warth?"

Galthor frowned. "What are we to do about our god?"

Grimvar snorted. "What! You are the apostle! What message is Unchanging Warth going to pass to the people? His doctrine? His way? What about his Sanctum? Are we using images or symbols for him?

"Does he demand sacrifices? What about his will? Prayers? Do we need to gather at certain times to observe his ritual? Does he forbid anything? Is he associated with certain colors? Or metals? Or food, or..."

"Okay, okay," Galthor raised his hand. "I get you! And, the god is too weak to pass all of that across. Everything will slowly be built on."

'...What the fuck! I have to do all of that? Type of food? Come on! Isn't being a god just too tedious?..'

Galthor tried to think of his past life, and if he could draw from the religions he knew, but he came up blank. His parents were not religious and believed in money, and he wasn't any different.

Money paid for his vegetable life.

The only thing he could think about were the Olympian gods, but even those were things he read about in fantasy audiobooks.

'...There should be a manual on "how to be a god" because where am I supposed to start from?...'

Then Galthor remembered a proverb: when trees fall over each other in the forest, they are cleared by lifting those above first. Meaning he should solve the problems at the top first.

Suddenly, Galthor put his right fist on his chest and his eyes narrowed. The aura around him rippled and expanded as he spread divinity throughout the room.

Everyone felt its weight on them like a mountain they could barely carry, and they shuddered as they felt the presence of Unchanging Warth. It was filled with everlasting anger that seemed as if it would drown the world, but it didn't hurt them at all. In fact, they drew comfort from it.

Galthor's eyes turned from black to red, and he opened his mouth to speak, but it wasn't his voice that came out. It was the voice of a young barbarian—Korgath!

"Unchanging Warth, breaker of chains. You are the one with the everlasting anger of the lost ones. Hear me, lord of carnage and master of the mountains. Hear me, everlasting anger!"

Everyone shuddered when they heard the voice and the words, as it was charged with power that made their hair stand on edge.

"This is the tribute of our god. Use it well. The more power he gets, the more his tributes will grow in prominence." Galthor's voice had taken on an otherworldly tone, as if he were a speaking hill.

Everyone bowed their heads.

Slowly, the divine aura withdrew, and everything returned to normal—but not in their minds. The thing that had just happened was burned into their memories.

It took them a while to recover.

One of the advantages that Galthor had in this divine world was that gods could show their powers. Their miracles were active and could be felt instantly. Their powers could be seen shifting mountains and parting the sky.

And he would shamelessly take advantage of it.

Grimvar blinked several times. "This... that voice. The god has a chosen among us? He already has someone that he thinks is special?"

To him, since the god didn't even use the method that Galthor, his apostle, used to pray to him, that meant that young barbarian must be special, right?

But Galthor was slumped. '...You think too much, guy! Why do you always come up with far-reaching theories? I just didn't want to use my own voice! It would be weird, right?..'

Galthor tried his best not to think about the fact that he didn't even bother to come up with a tribute by himself and shamelessly stole one from his worshipper.

But outwardly, his face was calm. "Who knows? We'll see."

'...Yes! Everything about a god must be mysterious and cryptic. That's something worthy of any god!..'

Grimvar sat back with a grimace, but before he could say anything else, Ashclaw cut in. "Thank you, Chief, for showing us the proper way. And according to the hunt for relics, since you are going to be joining now, then we have no issues."

Galthor nodded. "Good. How's the situation in the village?"

"Everything is stabilized, and the people are well enough to start working. We have already begun clearing lands at the edge of the Abyssal where each family can plant, and since it's the edge and with us guarding them, there will be no problems at all," Grimvar promised.

That was how the other banners operated as well, but at a much larger scale than what the barbarian banner would be doing.

"Do not take your training lightly," Galthor warned. The other reason he was searching for a way to expand their powers was so that he could make use of the advanced warriors.

"Of course we'll still be training. All the warriors will, and since we'll be staying at the edge of the Abyssal Land, we can also use the opportunity to train against stray monsters."

Galthor nodded. "As long as you don't bite more than you can swallow. We'll end the meeting here for today, and we'll start the hunt for relics tomorrow."

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