He waved his hand abruptly, and a large amount of supplies appeared out of thin air: bread, clean water, and even weapons glinting with a cold light.
"We have brought food, we have brought power, and we have brought the hope of revenge."
"Now, I want to ask you a question."
Snap.
A beam of light suddenly shone on a hunched, ragged middle-aged man in the crowd.
Startled by the sudden light, he shuddered instinctively, wanting to curl into a ball.
"Look at me."
Randy roared.
"Tell me! Tell this world! You... what exactly do you want?!"
"I... I..."
The man's lips trembled as he looked at the countless eyes around him, then at the god-like Randy. Something long-suppressed deep within him began to loosen.
"Say it."
"I... I want to... live."
The man's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Good! But that's not enough!"
Randy pressed closer, his voice striking the man's heart.
"Just living? Living like a dog? Being whipped? Being used as food? Is that what you want?!"
"No..."
The man's body began to tremble, and his originally bent spine slowly straightened.
"No, that's not what I want!"
He suddenly shouted out, tears streaming from his eyes.
"I don't want this kind of life. I don't want to be powerless as I watch my wife be eaten and my children work themselves to death."
"I want to live well, to live like a human being!!"
This roar was like a bursting dam, instantly washing away the inner defenses of everyone present.
"Very good."
A hint of admiration flashed in Randy's eyes.
"What else?! Think of your dead relatives, think of the endless torture day and night. Tell me, what else do you want?!"
"I want revenge!"
The man roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot.
"I want to make those werewolves bow their heads! I want Vampires to treat drinking human blood as a taboo! I want all the monsters that have harmed us to pay the price! I want to tear them limb from limb!!!"
"I want revenge!"
"I want revenge too! My father's blood was drained by a Vampire!"
"My sister was taken by a Dragon! I want to kill them all too!"
The crowd boiled over.
The hatred, fear, and despair suppressed for countless years were now transformed into the purest rage and fighting spirit.
"Very good."
Randy opened his arms as if to embrace this group of newly awakened believers.
"Join us! Join the Order of Saint George!"
"We will give you the sharpest swords! The strongest shields! The greatest power!"
"Let you become human again! Let you personally drag those high-and-mighty monsters down from their pedestals!"
"I am willing to join the Order of Saint George!"
"I am willing too! For revenge, I'd even give my soul to a demon!"
Countless people knelt on the ground, worshiping Randy in the air.
"Welcome to the Order of Saint George."
A satisfied smile played across the corner of Randy's mouth. Then his expression turned solemn as he asked again.
"Finally, tell me, who does this world belong to?!"
"It... it belongs to the Order of Saint George!"
Someone shouted.
"Wrong!"
Randy interrupted that voice. He pointed at everyone and roared with all his might.
"The world does not belong to gods! Nor does it belong to monsters!"
"This world belongs to God and his creation!"
"This world belongs to humanity! It belongs to the people!"
These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's minds.
No one had ever told them that this world belonged to them, to humanity.
At this moment, the seeds of faith began to take root and sprout wildly upon these ruins.
Before the echoes of his speech had even faded, Randy began to give orders with decisive efficiency.
"Believers of the Order of Saint George, now, we will rebuild your home here and establish the first Holy City on this continent."
At his command, countless slender Endermen with purple light glowing in their eyes suddenly teleported out from the shadows.
Their arms carried massive block materials as they frantically began to build fortifications and temporary shelters.
Meanwhile, boxes of food, canned goods, and clean water were distributed to every survivor.
Watching these humans, who were full of hatred just moments ago, now devouring food, Randy nodded and turned to the captive Werewolf prisoners.
Temporary interrogation room.
Several werewolves were thrown onto the floor, bound tightly, with several Fifth-tier Zombies standing nearby.
"Speak."
Randy sat on a stone chair, fiddling with a blood-stained whip.
"What exactly is that altar for?"
"It's... it's used to gather Moon Essence."
A Werewolf said tremblingly; it had already lost control of its bowels from being electrocuted.
"Once completed, the altar can absorb and refine moonlight energy. Within its range, our Werewolf strength increases several times faster..."
"An energy gathering array?"
Randy raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that this Western Fantasy World was quite interesting. Then he asked again.
"Why is your strength so weak? You couldn't even withstand one of my fingers. Are all the werewolves on this continent of this caliber?"
"No, no, no."
The Werewolf shook its head hurriedly.
"My Lord, we are just the lowest-level Werewolf Soldiers, not even part of the regular army. Above us, there are Blood Wolves who can go berserk, and Moon Wolf Nobles who can control moonlight power... those are the truly strong ones."
"Oh?"
A sharp glint flashed in Randy's eyes.
"So, can this altar only be used by you werewolves, or can ordinary wolves use it too?"
This was the question he cared about most.
The base's Research Department had been wanting to mass-produce Werewolf legions. If they could evolve from ordinary wolves...
"They can, they all can."
To save its life, the Werewolf spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube.
"Actually, we also evolved from wolves originally. As long as they receive the moonlight baptism on the Altar, ordinary wild wolves have a chance to gain sapience and transform into Werewolf Soldiers."
"Very good."
Randy nodded with satisfaction and stood up, speaking to the head of the Engineering Department beside him.
"Did you record that? According to their blueprints and requirements, finish building that unfinished Altar outside for me. I want to see if this thing can really mass-produce werewolves."
"Yes, Chief!"
...
Meanwhile, in the Paranormal World.
Steve was flying low over a forest when suddenly, a pleasant notification sounded in his mind.
[Ding]
[Initial mission for the Western Fantasy World completed.]
[Mission reward issued: Complete Guide to Witch Potions.]
[New mission issued: Rise of the Cult.]
[Mission objective: Reach 100,000 believers for the Order of Saint George.]
[Mission Reward 1: Basic Healing Pod Blueprints (A combination of Western Fantasy magic and technology, can quickly repair external injuries and regenerate limbs without consuming expensive potions, only requiring light energy for charging)]
[Mission Reward 2: Moonlight Mithril Forging Technique (A unique metal of the Western Fantasy World with excellent energy conductivity, can be used for crafting armor)]