Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Devouring the Mine God’s Faith!

The Goddess of Magic and Book didn’t object.

Two gods and one book headed toward the mine.

The entire process—including just standing beside Lava General having a discussion—didn’t let him notice even the slightest change around him.

They floated into the mine, not even needing to follow the mine’s routes.

At this moment, in Ren’s eyes, this mine was totally ordinary, kind of grayish, without any vitality. But he could see that inside the mine, most of the miners’ bodies faintly gave off some subtle golden light.

These golden lights eventually gathered into golden threads, then extended from their bodies.

Thick or thin, bright or dim—all these threads eventually gathered at the deepest part of the mine, then tangled together, forming a blurry golden fog-like existence.

This was a faith aggregate formed by people’s faith condensing under special circumstances. As time passed and faith accumulated, this aggregate would become denser and larger, gradually forming some consciousness.

When consciousness fully condensed, the laws of heaven and earth would change it, pulling it into the void. At the same time, images of the day of ascension would appear in the believers’ minds.

This was the process of how gods formed.

But this Foster Mine god would never have this chance again. There were many reasons.

Being scattered by Lava General earlier was one reason, but it wasn’t the fundamental one.

As long as Foster Mine was like before—monsters frequently appearing, people frequently having accidents in the mine—then people would pray frantically. Gradually, the Foster Mine god would regain consciousness, even faster than last time.

But Ren wouldn’t allow that to happen.

That signal from three thousand years ago, the God of War’s madness, Lady Dream’s disappearance—all of it brought heavy pressure to the gods on this planet.

Ren was no exception.

Facing the unknown, any existence would feel fear. It was instinct.

So developing magic-tech industry, pushing forward the era, massively expanding the faithful population and human numbers became the top priority.

Foster Iron Mine, as the first iron mine in the human faction’s sphere of influence on the continent, was even on par with the iron mine occupied by dwarves. Its significance was self-evident.

The magic-tech industrial era was also the steel era. Way too many Magic Conductors needed steel.

Magic-tech machinery, magic-powered vehicles, new-style buildings... Way too many things needed steel.

The battle armor of tech combat clerics, the mechs they’d just developed—all of these needed more steel.

Foster Iron Mine’s importance kept rising.

Even without the relevant divine office, Ren would use more modern methods to improve safety, have tech combat clerics resist the worm monsters, maximize safety.

No danger meant no Foster Mine god appearing.

You could only say it formed in an era it shouldn’t have appeared in. It was ultimately impossible for it to be born with divine consciousness, divine office, or godhood again.

Honestly, Ren even suspected that even if the Foster Mine god existed, it would be an unstable factor. If it listened, fine. But if it didn’t, he might make the same choice as with the God of War—eliminate it and devour its authority.

The current situation was actually better by comparison.

Ren and the Goddess of Magic walked toward the depths of the mine through their authority, just like ordinary people walking on the street.

Everything seemed like it didn’t exist.

"You go. I can’t get any closer." The Goddess of Magic suddenly stopped, calmly stating that sentence.

This kind of faith aggregate, when it had no intelligence, would automatically enter a god’s body once a god approached.

Ren was the God of Technology. If two gods appeared at the same time, this faith aggregate might split into two parts and enter their bodies. If that happened, the authority would be dispersed, and what came next wouldn’t be easy.

Ren didn’t refuse.

Iron ore was inherently an important part of technology.

It obviously matched him better.

He walked straight toward the light cluster.

Ren seemed to think of the golden mist inside his blank godhead back then. The two didn’t seem any different.

As he continuously went deeper into the dense fog, he could clearly feel his body becoming somewhat comfortable.

This was an experience he’d never had since becoming a god.

A comfort from instinct.

In this instant, he even thought that if there really was a god who could appear in the mortal realm as freely as him, the mortal realm would probably never birth any more gods. Never mind what authority they obtained—just this comfortable feeling alone was enough to make the divine part of a god’s nature feel desire.

So... divinity also had desires.

All kinds of information kept racing through Ren’s mind. At some point, his body had reached the center of faith.

The moment he stepped into the center, the surrounding faith power started surging crazily toward him, then directly entered his godhead.

Nearly 10 million casual believers praying several times a day had allowed Ren’s godhead to accumulate massive amounts of faith. Among gods, he was basically already a top-tier existence.

By comparison, the Foster Mine god’s faith was minuscule—not even as much as what he condensed in a few minutes. But when this faith entered his godhead, the feeling was completely different.

That was the feeling of rules merging.

Countless people’s prayers also appeared in his mind.

"Foster Mine god, bless me so I can get out of the mine."

"There’s a monster chasing me. Foster Mine god, save me!"

"Almighty god, please let me find the vein."

"My leg has no feeling anymore. God, save me!"

"It hurts, it hurts so much. I want to die. Can someone help me?!"

The faith belonging to the Foster Mine god gathered continuously into Ren’s mind, one prayer after another. Ren had long since tossed prayers directed at the God of Technology to the Master of Depravity in the virtual divine realm, but the Foster Mine god’s faith—he had to fully receive it at this stage.

Only after merging could he transfer it.

"As expected, a god that knew to devour blood sacrifices right after appearing—the faith is mixed with way too much resentment..."

Feeling these prayers one by one, Ren couldn’t help but mutter, "But this is normal. After all, their experiences are much, much harder than the God of Technology’s believers."

He could understand the Foster Mine god going crazy, but Ren wouldn’t feel anything unusual. He even became more determined to completely absorb the Foster Mine god’s faith and authority.

This kind of god, even if it truly ascended, would only bring more negative impact.

They didn’t have the time or energy to deal with such a god.

The entire process actually didn’t take too long. The gap between the two was just too huge.

However, feeling his newly added authority, Ren’s expression showed a hint of pleasant surprise.