The Tutorial Is Too Hard

“Yong did a good job. ”

I could recognize it at a glance.

There were boundaries all over the globe.

Like lines on a grid, lines were drawn on the Earth at intervals.

It was simply a matter of zoning, but the effects were clear.

Enemies in one area have been completely wiped out and humans are being evacuated in a secure area.

It was easy to wipe out the enemies and minimized damage to the mouths of humans.

It was the cleanest and most perfect response given that there were no further summons from the enemies.

[What should I do?]

Grandma bit me.

Rather than asking me for advice because I really didn't know what to do, I was more of a pushover.

I replied without any drag.

“Take care of each section. ”

No further instructions were needed.

The difference in power was overwhelming.

There must have been intense combat on Earth, but the direction of war was irrelevant to Earth.

The followers of the Manchurian Temple put on Earth were merely a pile to consume our power.

Our side was similar.

He left dragons, hoches, and tutorial challengers behind, but he was only a defensive force to protect the people of Earth.

The main force was me and the giants who went out to attack the Pantheon Gods directly.

By the time the giants who had left Earth to attack the Manchurian gods appeared above the Earth, this war was already over.

Among the subordinates of the Manchurian Temple deployed on Earth, there were a rare mix of powerful people who could be called superhumans, but they were mostly organized on the Hotch line.

Some were apostles of the gods of the Pantheon, but now that the gods, the source of their power, have been destroyed, they will not be able to use much power.

When the giants were sent to the pile, one by one, there was no one on Earth who could resist it.

Giants that were filling the sky began to drop.

* * *

As expected, the giants cleaned up the remnants of the Earth.

The enemies who faced God's authority froze to the ground, barely moving the remaining fragments of rationality, surrendering to the giants and risking their lives.

Occasionally, those who tried to resist were lightly burned or crushed.

The surrenders decide to lock themselves in the sub-space as soon as possible.

Dragon ran to greet me when I got rid of the remains of the Manchurian Temple that was left on earth with the Giants and returned to the temple.

“It's been hard! I've worked hard! ”

Yong-yong shouted with a big hug in my arms.

I murmured to see if I was tired while protecting the earth.

It wasn't often.

Since dragons who followed me without too much training would mumble so much, I thought the work on earth must have been intense.

“Yes, we Yong Yong, well done. ”

Dragon who held me in his arms and talked about his difficulties fell asleep not long after.

It was a dragon outside the scope of ordinary life, but I still slept regularly.

It was not known whether dragons were individual characteristics or a unique habit of a species called dragons.

I also lay on the couch with 용용이 in my arms. When I returned to the temple building and lay on the couch, my body regained its comfort, but my mind did not.

“Homen! Homen! Homer!”

The sound of that homen that people are shouting all over the world excites me.

This wasn't something I couldn't help but overhear.

The voice of the believers shouting with intense faith flew straight into my mind.

“I'm embarrassed now. ”

Every time I heard it, my face was burning.

Oh, my God, homen.

Over time, I became more embarrassed.

“Hold on. I think I'll be listening for the rest of my life. ”

Hotch giggled.

A lifetime.

It was horrible.

You might have to listen to that forever.

Fortunately, the followers of Earth were not hit badly during the invasion of the Temple of Almighty.

Thank goodness. It wasn't much damage, but it was tolerated by Earthlings who had become accustomed to accidents after the gate was created.

Lee Ho-jaegyo's system contributed greatly to reducing the damage of the believers.

In the meantime, the believers who scored points with their public values and beliefs purchased abilities or items with the points collected at the beginning of the Invasion of the Pantheon.

I was able to avoid dangerous situations through rewards that could have powerful effects depending on how I used them.

Since then, safe evacuations have been conducted with the rapid response of dragons and hoches, the damage has been counted much less than expected.

Some of the believers scored more Faith points on the case.

It was possible because my abilities had already been proven to Earthlings.

Even in this crisis, there were those who believed that I (also known as the dead) would appear and help them.

Such faith was a very meaningful faith for me.

Believing in my victory gave me more power than just worshipping me as a god.

Just as I wanted the god of hope to have intense hope for the faithful, I also wanted the faithful to have faith in my victory.

According to their faith, I came with the giants.

Responding to the invasion of the Manchun Temple under the leadership of Yong Yong and Hochi, faith rose again accordingly.

“From the results alone, the Church itself has grown considerably. I can no longer grow on Earth. Now it's qualitative growth, not quantitative growth. ”

Hotch said.

“Soon I'll be able to make Earth your sanctuary. ”

It wasn't very nice.

I didn't need it very much.

If the Earth becomes my sanctuary, it will be a great power.

My sacred foundation is the practical power of me and the Giants everywhere.

The power of human faith was not felt so desperate.

I've made a decision.

“Let's change the name of our church. And tell them my identity. ”

Until now, I could not hear the call of prayer, "homen, homen," called Lee Ho-jaegyo.

I was embarrassed to hear it, and it wasn't the right word.

When my cult grew up and entered another world, I was also worried how the Demibeasts would react when they heard the name of the cult.

I gave up thinking of forcing my divinity on the believers, so it was easy to make a decision.

My divinity was indispensable to overcome obstacles that clearly seemed impossible, and to achieve my ultimate goal, and was best suited to my ideals.

But unfortunately, that didn't mean it was a common sense and normal ideology.

It was not acceptable to others.

I could not ask all the congregation to challenge and win, as me and the giants did, to themselves, and toward a great goal.

Of course, that would be my greatest belief.

The extremity of the sacred was only poisoned by the lives of mortals who had to walk on multiple paths.

Of course, I couldn't tell the believers to live completely irrespective of my divinity.

Only if the faithful believe and trust in my victory.

So I could be satisfied with that belief if I believed that I would win the victory and overcome the crisis with them even when this happened again.

“Sinmyung?”

“Yes, my name. ”

I thought about it for a long time.

I don't think it would be too much for others to reveal my holiness and force the doctrine accordingly.

Just like when I was a challenger in a past tutorial, no one could relate to my walk.

However, it wasn't until I abandoned the idea of imposing my divinity and settled an appropriate compromise that I could confidently reveal my identity.

“The God of Victory. ”

* * *

It took time to bring people back to life before the Pantheon invasion.

For starters, it was not uncommon to send people who had been moved around to evacuate, one by one, back to their original location.

They repaired the buildings and facilities that were destroyed during the invasion, and they also compensated the survivors for their lives.

It was minimal, but even that took longer and harder than I expected.

After taking care of the followers of Earth, the remains of the Temple of the Worlds are now.

Those who gave up resistance and surrendered became a problem.

Few of those who were put on Earth could be called warriors.

Most of them were forced to surrender as soon as they encountered the giants.

Thanks to this, we were able to secure the number of surrenders who lightly surpassed the Earth's population.

“Too many of them. ”

There was an unexpected problem.

There were too many surrenders.

There was no room to gather them.

At least on Earth.

Surrenders were mostly ordinary mortals, and they needed minimal consciousness to survive.

There was no way for them to set up a living base together with their living spaces.

“You put it in the subspace. ”

Hotch said.

It was as he said.

I've kept the surrenders in subspace.

But that didn't solve all the problems.

“You won't last much longer. ”

Subspace is not a place for people to live.

I put the people who gathered from the shrine of hope in subspace, but it was possible because there were so few people everywhere.

It was possible because it slowed the time flow of subspace, and because the worshippers of the gods of hope were so familiar with the situation.

However, if the number of people entering subspace exceeds billions, the story changes.

It's a great burden for me to slow down the flow of time for all of them.

I couldn't even attempt it without limitless mysticism.

And if we can't slow them down, the people who go in there won't last long.

Even if enough food was supplied, we could not guarantee how long people would survive in a world where there was no dark, gloomy, and no work, no place to go.

It is the mind of a commoner to put him in solitary confinement and go mad in just a week.

Although there were a lot of people who entered the country beyond the small societies, it was not a comfort.

Rather, it was more dangerous to cause group madness.

“What about releasing them into the world of the Manchurian Gods? ”

Not possible.

It was not yet realistic.

There were a number of planets that became unoccupied by defeating the gods of the Pantheon.

I couldn't call those planets my territory.

It was literally a blank page.

And to put people under my influence in such a world, I had to take appropriate precautions.

It may be a form that allows giants to be dispatched and protected, but it is not possible.

It shouldn't be a problem to leave one or two worlds to manage to each of the gods, but the Giants' power should not have been dispersed just yet.

The giants gathered were one of my most powerful forces, and I couldn't dissociate them now that I had failed to achieve my goal.

“But you can't just let it go. ”

I couldn't do it.

Even though they were thrown away by the Manchurian gods, I didn't want to.

There was a way to solve this problem.

That too, very neatly.

“Once you get the tutorial. ”

All problems resolved.

Many of the tutorial stages were destroyed by monsters or disasters.

Solve the problem there, resettle the surrenders, and all will be well.

Izzie, Normal, Hard, Hell.

More than 100 worlds exist on four difficulties each.

There should be enough room to distribute and settle billions of surrenders.

Getting ownership of the tutorial was also my final goal.

But...

I sighed without knowing.

It was because of the God of order.

I was going to force my consent through a demonstration of force if there was a god against Miss Tutorial.

But in the realm of the perforated god, the serendipity of the god of order that came upon us accidentally shook my mind.

I was wondering what it would mean for a powerless demonstration against the existence of a separate entity that didn't even work in the first place.

“The God of Order? ”

Hotch who was listening to me quietly asked.

First, I decided to explain to Hotch about the God of Order.

* * *

“So you think the God of Order is going to be transcendent? ”

Hotch asked.

“Maybe.”

I don't know if it's going to work, but the God of Order will want it.

[Probably]

The god of hope was the same opinion as me.

I had to.

Being reborn as transcendence means watering the whole world by yourself.

And most gods would not give up such an opportunity.

Given the identity of the god of order and the abnormal ability, it seemed that the god of order was already close to the transcendent god.

In the meantime, it would be even stranger for an orderly god who has the self to gather more power if he did not intend to be reborn as a completely transcendent god.

“Speaking of... ”

Hotch says it again.

“What happens when the god of order becomes a transcendent god? ”

What's going on?

All worlds are sacred to the god of order.

“So what kind of world is that? ”

Hotch's question stuck.

It becomes the sanctuary of the god of order.

That's all I knew.

But I didn't think about what the holy place of order would look like.