What a pity. Ever since the faith channel of that fanatic inexplicably collapsed half a year ago, he had never again enjoyed the thrill of receiving faith power every day, making the accumulation of every bit of faith power since then especially difficult.

　　"What a pity, what a pity. I didn't have divine power at the time, so I couldn't handle that fanatic's prayer." William Clark sighed regretfully. "If I had divine power back then, maybe things wouldn't be like this now."

　　A prayer is when a believer asks a god for help. The god can choose to help, or ignore it. Generally speaking, a lofty and powerful god rarely answers the prayer of a single believer unless on a whim.

　　Gods usually only respond to the prayers of the pope, or to large-scale, high-level collective prayers from believers.

　　But now, William Clark, the God of Light, had reached a dead end and had no choice at all.

　　"Even if it's just a single believer's prayer, please, let one come soon..."

　　William Clark stared intently at the remaining 286 shallow believers, feeling both anticipation and a bit of anxiety.

　　Time passed hour by hour, and the faith channels of the shallow believers continued to collapse. Unknowingly, the number of shallow believers dropped from 286 to 280.

　　However, not a single shallow believer prayed to the God of Light.

　　If William Clark had a body right now, he would probably be pale with anxiety, cold sweat pouring down. Even without a body, his soul was now unstable from worry, looking even weaker.

　　As the number of shallow believers decreased, hope was rapidly fading away.

　　At times like this, even waiting was a torment. In this torment, time seemed to stretch endlessly.

　　Several days passed like this. William Clark watched helplessly as the number of shallow believers dropped below 100, becoming 99, then 89, and his heart sank lower and lower.

　　Could it be that before William Clark even got to enjoy being a god, he was about to fall? No, he probably wouldn't even be able to fall in the short term. He would only be trapped in this lonely, dilapidated divine kingdom for a long time, watching himself die bit by bit.

　　It was terrifying~

　　Just as William Clark was sinking into despair—

　　Suddenly!

　　One of the faint faith channels connected to the divine kingdom began to tremble slightly.

　　This—this was a sign that a believer was praying to him!

　　"Quick! Divinity, listen to the believer's prayer."

　　William Clark was instantly overjoyed. "My precious shallow believer, quick, hurry and state your wish. This god will definitely grant it~"

　　……

Chapter 2 My Precious Nun

　　……

　　In the forest, ancient trees twisted and tangled, vines spread everywhere, and only a single muddy, winding path led deep into the woods. Scattered sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, dispelling the gloom and adding a touch of brightness to the lone path.

　　At this moment, a young girl in white was running desperately along the path.

　　It had just rained yesterday, making the already narrow path exceptionally muddy. She stumbled as she ran, her white nun's habit—symbolizing purity—now covered in mud, and even one of her boots had been lost. Yet her graceful figure and pure, untainted aura could not be concealed.

　　Exhausted, her face was deathly pale, but she still clutched the silver cross hanging from her neck by a long chain, praying in a trembling voice, "Merciful and great God of Light, please bestow your grace and save us~"

　　"Catherine, quick! Run!" A young warrior suddenly rushed up from behind, grabbing her and pulling her forward at full speed, his pale face filled with grief and anger. "That damn God of Light has been dead for ages. What's the point of praying now?"

　　He looked no more than eighteen or nineteen, holding a fine steel longsword in a reverse grip, wearing well-made leather armor that matched his sturdy build, making him look quite formidable.

　　Unfortunately, an arrow was already lodged in his back, the fletching quivering as he ran. His abdomen had a gaping wound, hastily wrapped in cloth, but blood still seeped out, shocking to behold.

　　Behind them, several soldiers armed with spears or bows were in hot pursuit.

　　These soldiers wore sturdy leather armor, their weapons gleaming coldly. The way they looked at the two was like eyeing lambs to the slaughter, their gazes fierce and menacing.

　　They moved swiftly along the muddy path, quickly closing the distance.

　　"Great God of Light, please bestow your grace and save us~" The girl in white was filled with despair, but still refused to give up, gasping out a low prayer.

　　By now, she no longer held out much hope that the God of Light was still alive, but at this desperate moment, it was the only lifeline she could grasp.

　　Unfortunately, as always, her prayer received no response.

　　A trace of despair flashed through her sapphire eyes.

　　Could it be that the God of Light had truly fallen? Were they really destined to die here today?

　　Suddenly.

　　Catherine slipped and fell hard.

　　She hit the ground heavily, rolling twice before crashing into a tree root and coming to a stop, her whole body trembling in pain, unable even to stand.

　　"Oh no!"