Gods were supposed to be the bedrock of a race's survival during the apocalypse. Their role was multifaceted: they were meant to stabilise the economy by solving coin shortages, provide essential growth through blessing points, and offer specialised rewards for high-tier quests.
Beyond the material, their mere presence was a diplomatic weapon; having a high-ranking god in your corner usually kept the lackeys of lesser deities from overstepping their bounds.
Yet, here I was, standing before a supreme being who sounded more like a hands-off corporate CEO than a divine protector.
"Don't panic, it's not as bleak as you're imagining," Sith said, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. "I am a fair being, Hye. I won't leave you empty-handed.
I will assign you quests with truly handsome rewards—rewards that would make your current hoard look like copper scraps. However, I must warn you from the start: my quests are exceptionally difficult to fulfil. I do not reward mediocrity."
