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Not enjoying life?
That would be better than finding a place to grow sweet potatoes. At least by choosing pleasure, you can enjoy yourself without being seen as a tyrant; at worst, you'd just be considered a foolish ruler.
What is this called?
It must be an imperial technique that can stabilize the lower limit!
"My knowledge base is still a bit too comprehensive." Ian was in a good mood after doing a good deed. He found a few takeout boxes, collected some grilled octopus, and planned to go find his followers.
however.
"Boom!"
Ian was just about to walk into the front hall.
The roar of the Rainbow Bridge echoed again from the backyard.
I saw.
The familiar lightning surged once more.
It was Thor's descent.
Accompanied by a muffled sound.
The Rainbow Bridge spit Thor out like watermelon seeds, leaving the Asgardian prince with a bruised and swollen face, looking like a golden retriever thrown into a washing machine.
"Paji~"
A cry of "Ouch!" echoed through the backyard. Thor looked truly miserable; he had been thrown heavily to the ground, his face bruised and swollen—the kind of look only someone who had actually been beaten would have.
Ian has never experienced it.
But that doesn't mean he wouldn't recognize him.
“My mentor, my Father God, he beat me up and told me to go back to Earth and open a restaurant. It’s clear that his aptitude is not as good as mine, and he can’t understand your wise words.”
"He actually hit me in the face with Gungnir! I only spent three hundred gold coins to get this handsome face on the cover of a weekly magazine!" Thor looked like he was about to cry.
He immediately lay down on the ground and hugged Ian's leg.
It's like getting a beating when you get home; it brings out all the rebellious spirit of your teenage years.
"..."
Ian never expected this day to come. He, the renowned creator of the "Entanglement" skill, was instead ambushed by Thor and had his mentor called upon.
She was not even fifteen years old.
She was unexpectedly entangled by the greasy guy below her!
"What goes around comes around," Ian said with a sigh. However, given his super intelligence, the creator of the skill naturally knew how to take countermeasures.
At the very least, you have to make sure you don't lose out.
"I can already sense your comprehension from the word 'mentor,' but if you want to receive further instruction from me, you must join the church I belong to."
Ian pulled his "chicken guard" out of his crotch.
That is, the Book of Demons.
"Sign here, and then, according to this prayer, praise the great, ultimate, invincible, final arbiter, emperor of all laws, Ian God." He was trying to trick Thor into reciting his real name and then converting him to the religion.
In this regard.
As the crown prince of Asgard, Thor still had some basic vigilance.
"This isn't a legitimate church, is it?" He wasn't fooled. Instead, he used his knowledge from childhood to see something strange about the Book of Creation that Ian had taken out.
of course.
That's all they noticed was something amiss.
“This is the cult of evil gods.” Ian used a term that Thor was completely unfamiliar with; the man, who was thousands of years old, had only heard the word “evil gods” in his mother’s stories.
"Are you the leader of this church?"
Thor was slightly afraid.
"No, I am not the cult leader, I am an evil god."
Ian made the corrections carefully.
The air froze for three seconds.
"No, are you serious? Who would call themselves an evil god? You are clearly the sun god!" Thor had lost count of how many indescribable shocks he had experienced today.
“Why can’t an evil god who likes to play with the sun be an evil god? Playing with the sun, don’t you think that sounds really weird?” Ian insisted on his remaining honesty.
He knew that honesty was the most important thing in missionary work.
"..."
Thor fell into a long silence.
“No, as the crown prince of Asgard and the future king of the gods, how could I possibly worship other gods?” He seemed to be seriously considering Ian’s suggestion.
After all, Ian had saved his life.
That sense of brotherhood and loyalty is still present in this new version of Thor.
"I can create new magic with ten thousand recipes, so that your dishes will not only taste good, but also glow. You can make whatever color light you want."
Ian attempts to demonstrate his persuasive abilities to Thor.
It's very effective.
"What a seductive evil god! Just like the story my mother told me... to shake the heart of the gods!" Thor seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and his whole body showed a look of great shock and panic.
"Fine, I surrender. I'll follow your evil god's church, but it's not because my willpower isn't strong enough; it's because I need to infuriate my worthless father god!"
Thor might be the truly filial son.
He had barely finished speaking.
Before he could even begin negotiating with Ian and setting conditions that would allow him to withdraw at any time, his soul suddenly felt itself bound by some kind of constraint.
It felt like being gripped by an invisible hand.
Like the crushing of the heavens, like iron laws binding you.
This is not a conversion of faith, nor a surrender of spirit, but a more essential and irreversible connection. Deep within his soul, an imprint slowly takes shape.
It carries an irresistible sense of majesty and absurdity.
"What happened? How did we suddenly establish a soul contract?" Everything happened too fast, leaving Thor no time to react.
Caught off guard.
He then found himself becoming Ian's follower.
"I do not know either."
Ian was telling the truth.
"No, this contract is wrong, my God!" Thor was shocked after carefully sensing it. His future divine power was to contribute thirty percent to the boy opposite him?
"Is this the evil god?"
Thor was shocked by the blow.
It was far more terrifying than the false evil gods described in the stories his mother told him.
His voice was trembling.
“Yes, this is what an evil god looks like.” Ian was increasingly satisfied with his path to becoming a dimensional demon god, even though he didn’t even know what type of dimensional demon god he was.
And what kind of power does it possess?
"Fortunately, I can still unilaterally break the contract... Hiss, it requires half of my divine power?" Thor gasped as he sensed the contents of the contract.
My own power has regressed by a thousand years?
What kind of cosmic joke is this?!
This wasn't in the part Ian showed him earlier.
"This is what evil gods are like."
Ian sensed Thor's shock and began to patiently explain. He knew that because the people of this world were born so abruptly, they didn't have a very standard concept of evil gods.
"Where exactly are you from?"
Thorby was on the verge of tears when his own father beat him up.
"I'm from the Justice League."
Ian still couldn't forget that his father hadn't invited him to join the Justice League, so he decided to pre-join the Justice League and then figure out how to complete the formalities later.
"..."
Thor fell silent.
He only heard the name.
It feels like an organization disguised as an evil god.
"I won the bet again."
Ian looked up at the sky. Odin, the king of the gods, hadn't descended, but the adventure had still been quite rewarding. This wave of events had directly awakened his [Leader] class.
You have gained a wealth of leadership experience.
[The leadership role has been upgraded]
[The leadership role has been upgraded]
……
[Leader LV5 [13/160]]
Yes.
It went straight to level five.
Far exceeding Ian's expectations, he had thought that each kill would only count as one experience point, but unexpectedly, Thor directly brought him several hundred [Leader] experience points.
The rewards for high-quality believers are indeed quite substantial.