"Praised be the gods..."

In the vast center of the Empire's square, many people prayed devoutly to the newly constructed statue.

In the darkest moments of human history, it was this deity that descended and rescued them from disaster.

Moreover, he taught humans various magics and combat techniques, making them stronger, capable of facing other races with their own strength.

This, indeed, is the true God!

"One, two, one... one, two, one..."

A firm voice echoed on the road nearby, and everyone looked in that direction.

It was the commander of the First Army of the Human Force — Eric Allen.

Before the deity's descent, he was just a poor young man from an ordinary family.

But now everything had changed.

His diligent effort in training and his excellent results led him to rise to the rank of commander, becoming an idol to many.

Today, he still leads his subordinates in hard training, for the final battle between humans and other races was about to begin.

With a true God as support, merely protecting their current home was not enough.

They needed to fight against the other races, reclaim lost territory, and avenge their fallen comrades.

However, above the clouds, the deity's palace remained imposing.

The "God of Light" took a deep breath, with a look of pleasure on his face.

Although, before he arrived here, much of humanity had already been massacred, which slightly limited the amount of faith power he could obtain, it was precisely this situation that facilitated the spread of his faith.

Feeling the constant force of faith flowing through his body, he even forgot part of his previous discontent.

But...

Not feeling so much anger didn't mean he would let things slide so easily.

Those natives who destroyed his "avatar" needed to be duly punished! The God of Light's eyes gleamed with a murderous look.

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The last memory before his avatar was destroyed wasn't transmitted to his true self, so he still believed it was Shirley and Karina who killed him.

They must have teleported him to a dangerous place on purpose, leading to the destruction of his avatar.

But for now...

It was better to enjoy this moment...

Thinking this, the God of Light turned his gaze to the young woman offered to him by the humans.

After all, even gods need entertainment, don't they?

.....

At the same time, among the different races.

"Wow, that so-called God... talks so loudly, it sounded like a trumpet, even hurt my ears," complained Tiffany, while cleaning her ears.

"Yeah, that guy dares to be so arrogant. When I catch him, I'm going to skewer him and make a barbecue out of him," Zola angrily said beside her.

"Calm down, when we capture him, he certainly won’t have a good end," said Shirley.

"Yes... he certainly won’t have a good end!"

Beside Shirley, Karina, now recovered, stretched her wrists, looking ready for a fight.

"By the way, Karina, are you okay? Don't push yourself too hard. No matter how strong that guy is, he won't be a match for all of us," commented Rosamund.

"Don't worry, I'm better than ever," replied Karina confidently.

In fact, after receiving mysterious treatment from Shirley, she not only regained her original strength but now fully controlled the cursed power that the "God" had stolen from her.

Instead of weakening, she had become stronger.

"So, what do we do now? The humans are gradually getting stronger. Should we wait or take the initiative?" asked Sylvia, raising a crucial question.

With this, everyone turned their gaze to Shirley, who, with narrowed eyes, reflected.

Even though the humans were getting stronger, their forces were still not comparable to those of the different races.

With the support of a God, in a direct fight, the army of the different races would have an absolute advantage.

But how could they contain the God of Light? If he unleashed divine spells of great magnitude, they could be exterminated.

Seeing Shirley's hesitation, Karina suggested.

"We don’t have to decide now. If that God hasn’t acted yet, it’s because he doesn’t want to start the war immediately either. We can delay it, for the humans won’t grow so much in such a short time."

"Yes, let's let them live a little longer."

"After all, they're just humans, even if they jump a bit, they’ll never be our rivals."

"Compare us to them? How absurd!"

These words, although spoken in a light-hearted tone, reflected what they truly thought: humans were weak.

Or rather, they had been weak for so long that the young of the different races had forgotten just how powerful humans once were, the rulers of this world.

Shirley feared the rapid human growth and the endless capacity for evolution each one possessed.

They could not wait any longer!

Shirley made a decision, but determination alone wasn't enough; she needed an effective action plan.

As a leader, that burden was hers.

Although the situation of the different races seemed promising, in reality, they were like a small boat in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.

But if they overcame this hardship, they might find victory.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Shirley spoke in a solemn tone.

"There’s a very risky, fun, and crazy way... but I can’t decide alone. I need to know what all of you think. If you agree, we’ll act immediately; otherwise, we’ll find another solution..."

"Don’t worry, Shirley. Tell us."

Looking at the confident gazes, Shirley then revealed a cold and cruel method, a plan that even she considered merciless...