Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate

Few Hours Before Meeting Viper

Nemesis stared at the system notification, bewildered. Worshippers? Indeed, he had worshippers—Drakonix and Leviathan—but that was just a formality. Deep down, he knew those guys didn't truly worship him as a deity, at least not yet. So seeing creatures actually worshipping him was strange and new to him.

Clicking on the status window, he searched for the new skills.

[Independent Space] – As a god with worshippers, you have your own independent space where you reside, along with the followers you choose and allow. The space is completely under your control, allowing you to do as you see fit. The extent of manipulation and control is dependent on your divinity points.

[Observation] – You have the power to observe your followers, including the level of their reverence, their status, their skills, etc. The extent of observation is dependent on your divinity points.

[Bestowment] – You are able to bestow skills, stats, and abilities to your worshippers. Stats bestowed are permanently given and are deducted from your total status points. Skills bestowed can be revoked, with your divinity points and the level of reverence of your followers determining the percentage effect of the skills you can bestow.

[Increase your divinity points to unlock more divine skills.]

Looking at the skills, Nemesis realized they mostly benefited his followers, aside from the first one. It was probably because his divinity points were still low.

Bestowment came at the right time, especially after he acquired Heaven's Defier, because he definitely wouldn't be handing out his stats to others if he had no unconventional way of regaining them aside from leveling up.

User: Nemesis

Title: God of Dragons and Sea Creatures

Job: N/A

Level: 52 (6,600,000/7,000,000 EXP)

Health: 120,000

Strength: 213 + 107

Speed: 202 + 101

Stamina: 235

Intelligence: 145

Constitution: 144

Divinity: 40

Free Attribute Points: 0

Talent:

EX Rank – 100% Dodge Rate

EX Rank – God of Wealth

S Rank – Talent Share

Primordial Dragon Bloodline

Primordial Sea Dragon Bloodline

Checking his status window, he realized his divinity points had increased by 20. The total population of goblins worshipping him was 200, meaning each of them contributed 0.1 divinity points. A far cry from Drakonix and Leviathan, who gave him 20 points each despite not fully submitting.

Gaining more divinity points was an eye-opener—it showed him exactly how to accumulate more. The more beings that worshipped him, the more divinity points he gained. And the stronger the beings, the more divinity points they provided. It was valuable information, as he now planned to amass more worshippers and grow stronger.

"You may all rise. Who is the leader here?" Nemesis asked.

The demon goblin leader raised his head. "Great god, this humble one is the leader of this small camp. Once more, just you for your grace and benevolence in saving us all." The goblin leader bowed his head.

"It's alright. Where exactly are we?" Nemesis asked, a crazy plan already forming in his mind.

"We are in the Wilderness, my lord—the place for the outlaws of the Demon Realm. A place where survival of the fittest is the only rule, and the strongest take all," the goblin leader replied.

"I thought that law applied everywhere?" Nemesis asked, amused.

"That is true, my lord, but in the Wilderness, that rule is amplified. Unlike in the civilized part of the realm where the Demon God resides, there is no true leader here—no one to set a bottom line that cannot be crossed."

"Hmm, I see. So you're saying that the Wilderness has no ruler, and because of that, there's no control over those who go too far?"

"Yes, Great God," the goblin leader confirmed.

"Very well then. That will be ending soon, as I plan to unify every being in the Wilderness and become the one who holds the reins—and the worship—of every being here," Nemesis declared, earning cheers from the demon goblins.

"But before I do that, we have to ensure your strength and comfort. Now take me to your village. We shall rebuild it together," Nemesis said, earning great admiration from the demon goblins—well, most of them.

[Goblin Gob's reverence for you has increased.]

[Goblin Gav's reverence for you has increased.]

[Goblin Haj's reverence for you has increased.]

[Goblin Jah's reverence for you has increased.]

[Goblin....]

A flood of system notifications appeared—his actions had greatly warmed the hearts of the demon goblins.

With a jovial mood, Nemesis followed the goblins to their village. Well, if he had to describe the place in one word, it was a mess—completely dysfunctional. The buildings were falling apart, the village walls were poorly maintained, and overall, everything was in a state of poverty and neglect.

"Forgive us, Great God, for leading you to such a shabby village," the village chief said, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Why is your village in such poor condition?" Nemesis asked, confused.

"We are constantly being attacked by predators, my lord. And we lack manpower. We are always forced to offer up our people as sacrifices, Great God," the chief explained.

"Hah," Nemesis sighed, finally realizing that the task ahead of him was an extremely daunting one.

"Gather all able-bodied members of the village. We will begin rebuilding now. Gather as many materials as needed, and let's get started," Nemesis ordered.

The demon goblins cheered, extremely motivated. For the first time, they saw a real chance at a better life.

"Village head, do we really have to trust that unknown being? I mean, how are we sure he won't turn back on us and destroy us? I believe he is no different from the other strong beings—we can only rely on ourselves," the strongest goblin warrior tried reasoning with the village head alone, far from the sight of Nemesis.

"Enough! Depend on ourselves? And where has that left us all? At the mercies of the evil god. Accept it, we are not strong enough to defend ourselves, and I will not allow you to look down on the god that saved us all," the village head reprimanded the strongest warrior, causing his face to turn sour.

The strongest warrior felt his pride being hurt. He had always believed himself to be the hope of his entire village, forcing him to work hard day and night to grow stronger. And now, some random being showed up, and everybody treated him specially, probably forgetting his deeds for them all. He felt dissatisfied but refrained from saying anything more to prevent earning the hatred of his entire village.

Nemesis supervised the rebuilding of the village, helping out when needed. It was a tiring job indeed, but he knew if he wanted to increase the reverence of the demon goblins, he had to show them that he cared about them.

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Scarlett, after entering the rift, found herself in the demon realm. A red moon, black sand... but unlike her brother, who saw nothing but vast land, she saw buildings.

Scarlett walked towards one of the buildings.

"Hey! A human! There is a human!" one of the demons shouted to his friends.

"Woah, that's a human! I never dreamed that I would be tasting human flesh—guess today is our lucky day!" another demon cheered. All of them, while salivating, ran towards Scarlett.

The demons had short horns on their foreheads, short wings that were basically useless since they were too small to carry their overweight bodies, and tails. Their claws were sharp and long. They looked creepy and scary but not outrightly ugly.

"Fire Storm!" Scarlett cast her spell, sending large flames toward the approaching demons.

"Aaargghhhhh!" the demons screamed, receiving constant damage from the burning effects of the flames that remained until they were burnt completely to a crisp. Only one demon survived, completely scared.

[You have killed a level 40 low-blood demon.]

[EXP gained.]

[You have killed a level 40 low-blood demon.]

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[You have killed a level 40 low-blood demon.]

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[You have killed a level 40 low-blood demon.]

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[You have killed a level 40 low-blood demon.]

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[You have killed a level 40 low-blood demon.]

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[You have killed...]

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Scarlett received countless system notifications but was unbothered by them, her eyes fixed on the last surviving demon.

"You! Come here," she demanded.

"Yes, ma," the demon answered politely, running to her to prevent suffering the same fate as his friends.

"Tell me, where am I, and how did you identify I was human...? Never mind on the last question, that was pretty easy," Scarlett said, the difference between her looks and the demon's being large.

"You are in the Glutton Lord province, ma," the demon humbly answered.

"Ha, that's the reason for your extremely big stomach, I presume," she said, the realization hitting her.

"Yes," the demon answered, his voice low. If it had been anyone else calling out his big tummy, he would have been willing to fight to the death with that person—but not the scary lady that looked like someone willing to burn him to a crisp at any given opportunity.

"You said the Demon Lord of Gluttony, huh? Should probably ask brother where he is when I meet him at home. You help me out in hiding till I say otherwise. Any demon finding out about me, and I will make sure you die a very terrible death," she threatened.

"Yes, ma," the demon replied, trying so hard not to burst into tears.