Chapter 2643: Faith Farming

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Southern Capital, Guild Association Mall

I watched as the Emissary of Light tore my celestial rule domain apart using nothing but his faith. The spectacle was so overwhelming that he generated twofold or more the faith he had originally gathered to destroy my celestial blood fate domain. All of it was thanks to my dumbass belief that I could use the livestream to expose him to the five regions and deal a massive blow to his faith farming.

Instead, he proved that the Supreme Leader and the Matron had been right all along. They had never tried to expose him as a mere card apprentice who was lucky enough to forge a powerful origin card, pretending to be the Celestial Herald while going around deceiving people and abusing their trust to farm and harvest as much faith as possible, turning his lie into truth.

"Behold, you heathen. This is the power my father gave me. As long as I am alive, I shall not allow any evil to corrupt his land. In the name of my almighty father, I hereby sentence you to death," the Emissary of Light said aloud, his voice carrying absolute certainty, as the golden apparition continued to pour out of the guard captain’s body.

I watched it swell and rise, swallowing the man whole, growing larger and larger with him at the center until it towered above everything around us, a colossal figure of pure light that burst through the clouds, standing there like the tallest skyscraper defying the heavens themselves. The demigods and others watching had to run, clearing the area to make room for it.

"Infidel, no matter your sins, you are still the creation of my father. So, I will generously allow you to say your last words," the towering apparition of the Emissary of Light announced grandly. Its voice rolled across the sky, each word crashing down with the weight of thunder. Yet, somehow when it fell on others’ ears, it sounded benevolent.

I lifted my brows and tilted my head up to look at the massive apparition. Beside it, I was nothing more than a speck of dirt. Still, I wasn’t impressed. What it did make me wonder, though, was just how much the Emissary of Light’s faith revenue had increased because of the live stream, for him to be willing to spend so much of it just to deal with me, put on a display like this.

That thought stirred a flicker of curiosity, but I pushed it down just as quickly. I did not want to know. It would only hurt, especially knowing this was the result of my own mistake in underestimating his soul projection. His faith truly let him do anything, as long as there was enough of it.

"What happened, heretic? Have you lost your words at the sight of my father’s might?" the Emissary of Light asked, bursting into loud laughter before continuing his taunts. "Where is that sharp tongue of yours now? Did the cat get it?"

I quietly watched as the Emissary of Light farmed faith at my expense, bidding my time, wanting to see how long he could sustain this gigantic form of his. His farming a little longer did not matter much. I knew that over his decades of reign over the Empire, he would have accumulated a massive reserve of faith, and adding a few more to it a few minutes longer would not matter to the situation right now as it wasn’t detrimental to his life. Since he was not physically present and was only using a soul projection.

What could actually change the outcome for me was how hard he would fall when the time came. As the saying went, the bigger they were, the harder they fell. That was to say, the only way I could hurt him now was by sowing a massive seed of doubt in his followers’ hearts.

From my observations, I had learned that the followers he forcefully recruited through his Divine Enlightenment did not give him faith. He could only harvest faith from his true believers, not from those he had coerced into following him. Otherwise, with his level of strength, he would have already turned most of the five regions into his followers using his Divine Enlightenment by now.

That was why he was so obsessed with creating spectacles and performing miracles. That was also why, at this very moment, he was not hesitating to dig deep into his reserves to manifest this gigantic projection to deal with me as grandiosely as possible. After all, it was a one-time investment. It would not only increase his influx of faith in the present, but also create new believers, permanently boosting his faith income while paving a royal road into the five regions’ population.

So I remained calm, letting him continue to farm faith, waiting to act only when his harvest reached its peak. I let him believe he was not only going to win, but that he was going to make a killing. Just as I expected, he was squeezing me for everything I was worth, determined to milk this situation for its full value. This was a godsend opportunity for him. If he made proper use of it, he would be able to turn the entire population of the five regions into his followers far faster than he had previously assumed.

"Don’t tell me you are too paralyzed by the fear of being judged for your sins to even say your last words. Sigh, as expected of a heretic, cowardly. Unfortunately, it is too late for you to repent now," the Emissary of Light said, letting out a long sigh as he shook his head, wearing an expression of mercy and love for his father’s creation. Then he went on to declare, "Your very existence is an insult to my father. I shall correct it."

With a motion heavy with authority, he raised his colossal golden fist and extended a single index finger toward me, piercing through the clouds, bearing down as though he meant to crush my very existence with one finger of his showing his followers just how powerful the lord they chose to trust in was.

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