enjoyebooks Chapter 818 - 344: Rapid Growth (2)
Chapter 818 - 344: Rapid Growth (2)
"It’s Aiven..."
The crowd finally came to their senses as the person at the front recognized the identity of the giant bear on the ground.
"Isn’t this the level 14 creature 10 kilometers north?"
There was an uproar instantly.
"How is that possible? The black giant bear was killed by Aite?"
"Last night, he went to hunt the giant bear..."
"That was a level 14 beast..."
When they looked at Aite at the front again, their expressions changed one by one.
Awe, admiration, various emotions filled the air.
Aiven remained calm as usual, his gaze sweeping over every familiar face.
Just as he was about to speak, the old village chief stepped forward.
He spoke slowly.
"Last night, I passed the position of village chief to Aite."
His eyes scanned the crowd.
"Last night, Aite received the favor of the great Swamp God, and his power greatly increased. From now on... he will lead us forward."
"In the future, Grayrock Village will also become devout believers of the Swamp God!"
These words stirred up the whole crowd.
Some showed skeptical expressions, while hope flickered in others’ eyes.
Swamp God?
This unfamiliar name left no mark in their memory, but the power Aiven displayed made them dare not doubt.
"Did the divine spirit really respond?"
A young hunter asked softly, "But, we don’t even have offerings, why would the divine spirit notice us?"
Hearing this, Aiven replied passionately.
"The Swamp God does not need offerings!"
"The great Sovereign only requires us to offer our faith!"
"Village Chief Aiven, can you tell us about the Swamp God..."
"Of course, but I have not seen the great divine spirit myself, only glimpsed the territory under their rule..."
He then described the scenes he saw in his mind: the vast swamp, the bustling Weilu City, the abundant farmlands, and the Cold-blooded Cavalry, Seven-Colored Candy Dragons, Dark Night Elves guarding everything...
Every detail was recounted so vividly, as if he had really been to that paradise.
Villagers gradually quieted down, Aiven’s words piercing through their despair like a beam of light.
And the giant bear before them served as the best proof!
The crowd’s gaze fell on the wooden spear in Aiven’s hand.
The spear was covered with battle scars, testament to Aiven’s countless fights for the village.
When he mentioned that children would no longer go hungry and the wilderness monsters had been driven away, several mothers couldn’t hold back their low sobs.
A middle-aged woman faltered, "If there really is such a divine spirit... I’m willing to believe in it!"
The old village chief stood out at this moment, speaking in a deep voice.
"Don’t think this is something we can choose... The fact is, this is our only chance."
"To receive the divine spirit’s protection... what an honor that is?!"
"To survive, we must offer our faith and pray to the great Swamp God!"
Aiven nodded slowly.
"No need for more words, everyone, pray with me now! Offer your faith to the Swamp God!"
"If accepted by my master, we will no longer be lost souls in the wilderness, we will have a future, we will survive!!"
Although the villagers still found it hard to believe they were favored by a divine spirit, under Aite’s undeniable attitude, they all nodded.
In desperation, people are often willing to grasp any glimmer of hope, what Aiven described as that rich land, though desirable to them, was less important than the giant bear in front of them!
Strength speaks volumes.
Weilu City.
As the first missionary sample, Grayrock Village was always on Lear’s watch; he wanted to see what Aite would do and how these despairing residents would choose.
When everyone knelt, praying loudly, scenes Aite had seen last night flashed in their minds... At the same time, the majestic, sacred phantom appeared in their minds.
In an instant, these two hundred or so people became devoted believers...
What is a divine spirit?
Lofty, elusive, only spoken of in legends, possessing endless power, the supreme existence with eternal life.
But at this moment, upon their prayers, it appeared directly!
It revealed its divine form to them, even if blurred and unseen, yet it still delivered unspeakable shock and awe.
No words were needed at all, yet it completed their transformation of faith...
Although Lear was mentally prepared, seeing that in just a few breaths these two hundred or so people became devout believers, he was still somewhat surprised.
After coming to his senses, he felt that he had underestimated the influence of the Divine Spirit on ordinary people in this world.
Even in the modern era, with such advanced technology, there are still billions of devout believers.
That’s under false pretenses.
But in this Fantasy World, the Divine Spirit truly exists.
To be personally noticed by a god is an unimaginably great honor!
Looking at the entire Grayrock Village entering a frenzy, and Aiven’s nearly fanatical faith, Lear once again reviewed the missionary plan for the Abyssal Dark Stone.
This definitely has infinite Potential.
Even more exaggerated than he had anticipated!
Sensing this, Lear’s mind subtly moved, and he looked in a certain direction...
Half an hour later, the sky above Grayrock Village quietly rippled, like a lake surface stirred by the wind.
In the next moment, crack~ a spatial rift opened.
The praying residents suddenly looked up, watching in shock.
Dozens of bubbles floated out from the rift, descending directly to the ground.
Then, with a cracking sound, the bubbles burst open, revealing bags of fragrant Swamp Wheat and a large amount of Moonlight Mushroom.
The villagers were completely stunned by this divine miracle, only feeling their scalps tingle.
This, this is the great Swamp God’s reward for them?!!
The god has descended!!
The villagers kneeled on the ground once more, and at that moment, they all became devout believers, with more than half becoming fanatics in an instant.
A nearby woman instinctively reached out to grab a handful of husked Swamp Wheat, directly shoving it into her mouth. After chewing a few times, her eyes welled up with tears.
"It’s real... it’s real food!"
"Praise be to my god, praise be to my god!!"
The rift in the sky was slowly disappearing at this moment, and everything returned to calm.
It was only at this moment that the villagers trembled to their feet, approaching the mountain of food.
The grain here is enough for them to consume for a whole year!
The village chief leaned on his cane, his eyes red as he watched this scene, speaking with a trembling voice.
"Aiven, you were right... the great god truly responded to us!"
"We have support now..."
Aiven tightly gripped his Wooden Spear, his eyes ablaze with intense light.
He suddenly kneeled down, bowing towards the direction of the rift.
My Lord, I will use everything to spread Your glory!!
Over the next two days, Grayrock Village underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Swamp Wheat and Moonlight Mushroom not only filled the villagers’ bellies, but also restored their vitality.
Aiven organized the young and strong to repair the dilapidated houses, clear away the village debris, and attempt to cultivate Moonlight Mushroom.
He was surprised to find that Moonlight Mushroom, as the Divine Spirit said, could grow quickly as long as there was enough clear water.
In the wilderness, the ice covered the ground lacking most things, except there was plenty of water.
Patches of Moonlight Mushroom cultivation bases were developed, and food was fundamentally solved.
At the same time, Aite began to set his sights on nearby villages.
The great Sovereign needs them to spread His brilliance!
In the following two days, on the 11th and 12th, hundreds of believers emerged every day.
And all this depended on Aite and his companions’ preaching.
The cultivation area of Moonlight Mushroom also began to expand on a large scale, these rapidly growing foods became a lifeline.
In the subsequent period, Aite relied on strong power and the Swamp Sect’s faith to consolidate these small villages, turning them into a medium-sized town of over six thousand people.
The unchanging rule every day was to pray to the great Swamp God morning and evening...
The success of Grayrock Village was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.
After Lear tasted the sweet fruit, he ordered the Sacerdotal Faith Department to expand the pilot area.
At the same time, increasing the staff to 2000 people.
Under the efforts of these fanatic believers with firm faith, those who were gradually despairing in the current environment began to shift en masse to the Swamp Sect.
Ninety million Power of Faith, Lear finally felt it wasn’t so distant.
And as long as he detected that the race of believers was of high quality, he would directly unfold the spatial rift, allowing entire tribes to relocate to the Swamp Divine Kingdom.
Without a coordinate, he couldn’t open a spatial rift, but once these believers have faith in Lear, they provide the most reliable coordinate.
Thus, in this almost cheating way, the previously difficult personnel problem finally had a solution.
The population of the territory began to grow rapidly.